Woodie - Norte Sidin' (w/ Lyrics) Chords

Tempo:
102.1 bpm
Chords used:

B

C#

A

G#

F#

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Woodie - Norte Sidin' (w/ Lyrics) chords
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[B] [F#m] [D#]
[C#m] [B] [F#m] [B]
[C#] I'm going to be a little bit more vocal.
Much [B] pride north side of the [G#m] Golden State.
It's Woody Bluth from the A-N-G-I [G#]-O-C-A.
[C#] With a [B] crack backhoe and the [F] pigs are deep.
But every new patch could have the town go sleep.
[C#] And I [B] creep in a 69 Mark with dual.
[F#] Parking up the block on Raleigh's Chrome, shining like jewel.
[C#] Swinging sideways to highways that they're [F#] aiming for brains.
When my eyes all dilated, [B] swiping through lanes.
[C#] Shit's gone strange, but I was up in [F#] funk before that.
So nothing's really changed in this [G#m] Yacht Life [C#] format.
Homies gone to do it time, so the cook ate his dick.
[F#] But we still north of side riding on your [B] bumper with heat.
[C#] With beats quaking out the window, spitting Yacht Life lingo.
That shit so tight it make my [G#] ears [C#] tingle.
A [B] slingo shot to lose, [F#] loses all the tags.
The rider love his brain to kill his [B] parents for safe.
[C#] But I [B] prefer to talk a trade far.
[C#m] Save up my nuts, so I can hit them with the gut shot.
[G#] Fucking them [C#] up.
[B] Living in the skirts of the East Bay.
Cocoa [A] County, crack a bomb, keep the [G#] bottles paid.
[C#] But you can't [B] pay when it's supposed to get you riding.
Flared up, [A] parroted up, Northside [B] is.
[C#] [B] Living in the skirts of the East Bay.
Cocoa [A] County, crack a bomb, keep the [G#] bottles paid.
But [C#] you can't [B] pay when it's supposed to get you riding.
Flared up, [A] parroted up, Northside [B] is.
[F#m] [D#]
[C#m] [B] [F#m] [B]
[C#] Yacht [B] Confluence, what the fuck does it [C#] mean?
It's the reason why I'm cocking back and blowing.
I just [G#] cleaned, it could [C#] mean that you're all about your green and copping [F#] Zitos.
Or all in all, the cripple cause of all the serving [B] Vitos.
Them [C#] Pitos might have you flossing with the town.
Slowed up, but here's the county [F#] you were visiting.
You getting blowed up, [C#] swole up.
So I'm a soldier, fly a yacht, [F#] swing a malt liquor.
Drink a fucking deep [B] finca.
[C#] Until I hit that grave, but it got me as a factor.
Cause [F#] I ain't never been a shooting blanks Hollywood [G#] actor.
But [C#] better scrap [B] down as I pound through this [C#m] town.
Of a hundred thousand [A] people, fifty thousand in a [B] pound.
Back [C#] in 92, [B] only a few of us was [C#] riding.
93, who are these fools [G#] Southside-ing?
[C#] 94, we kept the pool and chamber smoking.
[F#] 95, the real lies, the yacking [B] joking.
[C#] 96, half the homies moved to slanging.
That's all good, but watch the fools quit [G#] banging.
[C#] 97, [B] fuck it I ain't even tripping.
Love the [A] homies that I got, even more, they keep [B] giving.
Let the [C#] record state in 98, shall I not write the [A] words?
Am I a bit too weary for the [G#] Northside I [C#] serve?
[B] Living in the skirts of the East Bay, Coco.
[A] County cranking bombs, keep the [G#] bottles paid.
[C#] You can't [B] pay when a soldier gets a ride in.
Flared up, [A] tearing it up, Northside [B]-ing.
[C#] [B] Living in the skirts of the East Bay, [A] Coco.
County cranking bombs, keep the [G#] bottles paid.
[C#] You can't [B] pay when a soldier gets a [C#] ride in.
Flared up, [A] tearing it up, [B] Northside-ing.
[C#] Living like Strat, put a target on a [A] scrap.
And I'm a hit a bullseye cause [G#] it's like [C#] that.
[B] Woody's already hating for the [C#] fact I'm gang related.
Fuck rapping about that bullshitting, threw too much to [C#m] fake it.
[B] Living like Strat, put a target on a scrap.
[F#] And I'm a hit a bullseye cause [E] it's like [C#m] that.
[B] Woody's already hating for the fact I'm gang [F#m] related.
Fuck rapping about that bullshitting, [B] threw too much [G#m] to fake it.
Living in the skirts of the East Bay, Coco.
[A] County cranking bombs, keep the [G#] bottles paid.
[C#] You can't [G#m] pay when a soldier gets a ride in.
Flared up, [A] tearing it up, Northside [B]-ing.
[C#] [B] Living in the skirts of the East Bay, Coco.
[A] County cranking bombs, keep the [G#] bottles paid.
[C#] You [B] can't pay when a soldier gets a ride in.
Flared up, [A] tearing it up, Northside [B]-ing.
[C#m] [C#] Living in the skirts of the East Bay,
[F#]
[C#m] [C#] Living in the skirts of the East Bay,
[F#m] [B] Northside-ing.
[C#m] [B] Living in the skirts of the East Bay,
[F#] [E]
[C#m] [C#] Living in the skirts of the East Bay,
Flared up, [F#m] tearing it up, [B] Northside
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A
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B
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C#
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To start learning Woodie - Norte Sidin chords, build your understanding on these basic chords - B, A, G#, C#, B, C# and F# in sequence. For a smooth transition, initiate your practice at 51 BPM and gradually match the song's pace of 102 BPM. Considering the song's key of F# Major, position your capo to suit your vocal and chord preferences.

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_ [B] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D#] _
[C#m] _ [B] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [B]
[C#] I'm going to be a little bit more vocal.
Much [B] pride north side of the [G#m] Golden State.
It's Woody Bluth from the A-N-G-I [G#]-O-C-A.
[C#] With a [B] crack backhoe and the [F] pigs are deep.
But every new patch could have the town go sleep.
[C#] And I [B] creep in a 69 Mark with dual.
[F#] Parking up the block on Raleigh's Chrome, shining like jewel.
[C#] Swinging sideways to highways that they're [F#] aiming for brains.
When my eyes all dilated, [B] swiping through lanes.
[C#] Shit's gone strange, but I was up in [F#] funk before that.
So nothing's really changed in this [G#m] Yacht Life [C#] format.
Homies gone to do it time, so the cook ate his dick.
[F#] But we still north of side riding on your [B] bumper with heat.
[C#] With beats quaking out the window, spitting Yacht Life lingo.
That shit so tight it make my [G#] ears [C#] tingle.
A [B] slingo shot to lose, [F#] loses all the tags.
The rider love his brain to kill his [B] parents for safe.
[C#] But I [B] prefer to talk a trade far.
[C#m] Save up my nuts, so I can hit them with the gut shot.
[G#] Fucking them [C#] up.
[B] Living in the skirts of the East Bay.
Cocoa [A] County, crack a bomb, keep the [G#] bottles paid.
[C#] But you can't [B] pay when it's supposed to get you riding.
Flared up, [A] parroted up, Northside [B] is.
[C#] [B] Living in the skirts of the East Bay.
Cocoa [A] County, crack a bomb, keep the [G#] bottles paid.
But [C#] you can't [B] pay when it's supposed to get you riding.
Flared up, [A] parroted up, Northside [B] is.
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D#] _
[C#m] _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [B]
[C#] Yacht [B] Confluence, what the fuck does it [C#] mean?
It's the reason why I'm cocking back and blowing.
I just [G#] cleaned, it could [C#] mean that you're all about your green and copping [F#] Zitos.
Or all in all, the cripple cause of all the serving [B] Vitos.
Them [C#] Pitos might have you flossing with the town.
Slowed up, but here's the county [F#] you were visiting.
You getting blowed up, [C#] swole up.
So I'm a soldier, fly a yacht, [F#] swing a malt liquor.
Drink a fucking deep [B] finca.
[C#] Until I hit that grave, but it got me as a factor.
Cause [F#] I ain't never been a shooting blanks Hollywood [G#] actor.
But [C#] better scrap [B] down as I pound through this [C#m] town.
Of a hundred thousand [A] people, fifty thousand in a [B] pound.
Back [C#] in 92, [B] only a few of us was [C#] riding.
93, who are these fools [G#] Southside-ing?
[C#] 94, we kept the pool and chamber smoking.
[F#] 95, the real lies, the yacking [B] joking.
[C#] 96, half the homies moved to slanging.
That's all good, but watch the fools quit [G#] banging.
[C#] 97, [B] fuck it I ain't even tripping.
Love the [A] homies that I got, even more, they keep [B] giving.
Let the [C#] record state in 98, shall I not write the [A] words?
Am I a bit too weary for the [G#] Northside I [C#] serve?
[B] Living in the skirts of the East Bay, Coco.
[A] County cranking bombs, keep the [G#] bottles paid.
[C#] You can't [B] pay when a soldier gets a ride in.
Flared up, [A] tearing it up, Northside [B]-ing.
[C#] [B] Living in the skirts of the East Bay, [A] Coco.
County cranking bombs, keep the [G#] bottles paid.
[C#] You can't [B] pay when a soldier gets a [C#] ride in.
Flared up, [A] tearing it up, [B] Northside-ing.
[C#] Living like Strat, put a target on a [A] scrap.
And I'm a hit a bullseye cause [G#] it's like [C#] that.
[B] Woody's already hating for the [C#] fact I'm gang related.
Fuck rapping about that bullshitting, threw too much to [C#m] fake it.
[B] Living like Strat, put a target on a scrap.
[F#] And I'm a hit a bullseye cause [E] it's like [C#m] that.
[B] Woody's already hating for the fact I'm gang [F#m] related.
Fuck rapping about that bullshitting, [B] threw too much [G#m] to fake it.
Living in the skirts of the East Bay, Coco.
[A] County cranking bombs, keep the [G#] bottles paid.
[C#] You can't [G#m] pay when a soldier gets a ride in.
Flared up, [A] tearing it up, Northside [B]-ing.
[C#] [B] Living in the skirts of the East Bay, Coco.
[A] County cranking bombs, keep the [G#] bottles paid.
[C#] You [B] can't pay when a soldier gets a ride in.
Flared up, [A] tearing it up, Northside [B]-ing.
[C#m] [C#] Living in the skirts of the East Bay,
_ [F#] _ _ _
[C#m] [C#] Living in the skirts of the East Bay,
[F#m] _ [B] Northside-ing.
[C#m] [B] Living in the skirts of the East Bay,
[F#] _ _ [E] _
[C#m] [C#] Living in the skirts of the East Bay,
Flared up, [F#m] tearing it up, [B] Northside

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