Chords for Who I Smoke
Tempo:
96 bpm
Chords used:
B
C#
E
F#
D#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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And [B] I [C#] miss you, and [E] now I [F#] wonder
If I could fall [D#m] into that [E] sky
Do you think [F#] time [B] would pass me by?
Cause you [F#] know I'd walk a thousand [F#m] miles
If [F#] I could just see you
[B] When I see you I'ma put your shit back
Try to get to spittin' through your set, we don't fight
12 paramedics couldn't save your fuckin' life
Rod Cain dead and he never comin' back
We gon' treat this bitch like a match, how we strike
Let's just say it's in the street, this the end of your life
Let's say your ass see a flashlight and his mic
Bro, these niggas talk as hell, all these niggas they just act hard
I'ma shoot this bitch when I motherfuckin' see you
I don't go nowhere without my motherfuckin' heat, cool
Smoke it on the left, heat it, I would smoke a Trey D too
Free my nigga Mack, said they motherfuckin' free you
Knock a nigga out, boy you could get your ass beat too
Lil' hoe you trippin', baby girl I don't need you
You could walk a thousand miles and I still don't wanna see you
I got the whole city fed, these niggas know what we do
Who I smoke?
Who?
B.B.
Who I smoke?
[E] Who?
Dicky
[B] Who I smoke?
Who?
[E] La'Nun
And [B] now I wonder
What a hot sack, got a low, I'm told to drop that
FNX, she don't want it, yeah, they got the caco back
Know I'm smokin' shit in one band, they just can't get em' back
In the splat, at the back, in the back, we double back
My killer makin' space, girl, that's one thing about K-Soul
I spit a game, but you know that shit a K-Close
Want him dead, boy, that's sad, all I do is say go
Drop a opp, drop a thot, in a minute, might have more
I told Rocco when I travel, I'm pistol packin' a new bag
I was lurkin' on his page and I caught him lackin' a hue
We let off shots, he got shot and went live
I'm just leavin' like, fuck, midnight, bitch ain't die
And they diss on two times, we gon' spend a [C#] few times
Glock 23423, let off rounds till you die
Tell Bob Thompson we sweet till we finally drop
Find out where that boy workin', that boy caught in my eye
Ooh, I smoke, baby, ooh, I smoke, [C#] ooh, dinky
[B] Ooh, I smoke, and now I [C#] wonder
[N]
If I could fall [D#m] into that [E] sky
Do you think [F#] time [B] would pass me by?
Cause you [F#] know I'd walk a thousand [F#m] miles
If [F#] I could just see you
[B] When I see you I'ma put your shit back
Try to get to spittin' through your set, we don't fight
12 paramedics couldn't save your fuckin' life
Rod Cain dead and he never comin' back
We gon' treat this bitch like a match, how we strike
Let's just say it's in the street, this the end of your life
Let's say your ass see a flashlight and his mic
Bro, these niggas talk as hell, all these niggas they just act hard
I'ma shoot this bitch when I motherfuckin' see you
I don't go nowhere without my motherfuckin' heat, cool
Smoke it on the left, heat it, I would smoke a Trey D too
Free my nigga Mack, said they motherfuckin' free you
Knock a nigga out, boy you could get your ass beat too
Lil' hoe you trippin', baby girl I don't need you
You could walk a thousand miles and I still don't wanna see you
I got the whole city fed, these niggas know what we do
Who I smoke?
Who?
B.B.
Who I smoke?
[E] Who?
Dicky
[B] Who I smoke?
Who?
[E] La'Nun
And [B] now I wonder
What a hot sack, got a low, I'm told to drop that
FNX, she don't want it, yeah, they got the caco back
Know I'm smokin' shit in one band, they just can't get em' back
In the splat, at the back, in the back, we double back
My killer makin' space, girl, that's one thing about K-Soul
I spit a game, but you know that shit a K-Close
Want him dead, boy, that's sad, all I do is say go
Drop a opp, drop a thot, in a minute, might have more
I told Rocco when I travel, I'm pistol packin' a new bag
I was lurkin' on his page and I caught him lackin' a hue
We let off shots, he got shot and went live
I'm just leavin' like, fuck, midnight, bitch ain't die
And they diss on two times, we gon' spend a [C#] few times
Glock 23423, let off rounds till you die
Tell Bob Thompson we sweet till we finally drop
Find out where that boy workin', that boy caught in my eye
Ooh, I smoke, baby, ooh, I smoke, [C#] ooh, dinky
[B] Ooh, I smoke, and now I [C#] wonder
[N]
Key:
B
C#
E
F#
D#m
B
C#
E
_ _ And [B] I _ [C#] miss you, and [E] now I _ [F#] wonder
If I could fall [D#m] into that [E] sky
Do you think [F#] time [B] would pass me by?
Cause you [F#] know I'd walk a thousand [F#m] miles
If [F#] I could just see you
_ [B] _ When I see you I'ma put your shit back
Try to get to spittin' through your set, we don't fight
12 paramedics couldn't save your fuckin' life
Rod Cain dead and he never comin' back
We gon' treat this bitch like a match, how we strike
Let's just say it's in the street, this the end of your life
Let's say your ass see a flashlight and his mic
Bro, these niggas talk as hell, all these niggas they just act hard
I'ma shoot this bitch when I motherfuckin' see you
I don't go nowhere without my motherfuckin' heat, cool
Smoke it on the left, heat it, I would smoke a Trey D too
Free my nigga Mack, said they motherfuckin' free you
Knock a nigga out, boy you could get your ass beat too
Lil' hoe you trippin', baby girl I don't need you
You could walk a thousand miles and I still don't wanna see you
I got the whole city fed, these niggas know what we do
Who I smoke?
Who?
B.B.
Who I smoke?
[E] Who?
Dicky
[B] Who I smoke?
Who?
[E] La'Nun
And [B] now I wonder
What a hot sack, got a low, I'm told to drop that
FNX, she don't want it, yeah, they got the caco back
Know I'm smokin' shit in one band, they just can't get em' back
In the splat, at the back, in the back, we double back
My killer makin' space, girl, that's one thing about K-Soul
I spit a game, but you know that shit a K-Close
Want him dead, boy, that's sad, all I do is say go
Drop a opp, drop a thot, in a minute, might have more
I told Rocco when I travel, I'm pistol packin' a new bag
I was lurkin' on his page and I caught him lackin' a hue
We let off shots, he got shot and went live
I'm just leavin' like, fuck, midnight, bitch ain't die
And they diss on two times, we gon' spend a [C#] few times
Glock 23423, let off rounds till you die
Tell Bob Thompson we sweet till we finally drop
Find out where that boy workin', that boy caught in my eye
Ooh, I smoke, baby, ooh, I smoke, [C#] ooh, dinky
[B] Ooh, I smoke, and now I [C#] wonder
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
If I could fall [D#m] into that [E] sky
Do you think [F#] time [B] would pass me by?
Cause you [F#] know I'd walk a thousand [F#m] miles
If [F#] I could just see you
_ [B] _ When I see you I'ma put your shit back
Try to get to spittin' through your set, we don't fight
12 paramedics couldn't save your fuckin' life
Rod Cain dead and he never comin' back
We gon' treat this bitch like a match, how we strike
Let's just say it's in the street, this the end of your life
Let's say your ass see a flashlight and his mic
Bro, these niggas talk as hell, all these niggas they just act hard
I'ma shoot this bitch when I motherfuckin' see you
I don't go nowhere without my motherfuckin' heat, cool
Smoke it on the left, heat it, I would smoke a Trey D too
Free my nigga Mack, said they motherfuckin' free you
Knock a nigga out, boy you could get your ass beat too
Lil' hoe you trippin', baby girl I don't need you
You could walk a thousand miles and I still don't wanna see you
I got the whole city fed, these niggas know what we do
Who I smoke?
Who?
B.B.
Who I smoke?
[E] Who?
Dicky
[B] Who I smoke?
Who?
[E] La'Nun
And [B] now I wonder
What a hot sack, got a low, I'm told to drop that
FNX, she don't want it, yeah, they got the caco back
Know I'm smokin' shit in one band, they just can't get em' back
In the splat, at the back, in the back, we double back
My killer makin' space, girl, that's one thing about K-Soul
I spit a game, but you know that shit a K-Close
Want him dead, boy, that's sad, all I do is say go
Drop a opp, drop a thot, in a minute, might have more
I told Rocco when I travel, I'm pistol packin' a new bag
I was lurkin' on his page and I caught him lackin' a hue
We let off shots, he got shot and went live
I'm just leavin' like, fuck, midnight, bitch ain't die
And they diss on two times, we gon' spend a [C#] few times
Glock 23423, let off rounds till you die
Tell Bob Thompson we sweet till we finally drop
Find out where that boy workin', that boy caught in my eye
Ooh, I smoke, baby, ooh, I smoke, [C#] ooh, dinky
[B] Ooh, I smoke, and now I [C#] wonder
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _