Chords for You Ain't Right

Tempo:
87.9 bpm
Chords used:

Gm

Cm

D

Eb

A

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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You Ain't Right chords
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[Gm]
[F] [Gm] [Eb]
[F] [Gm] [Cm]
[D] [Gm] [Cm]
[Am] [Gm] [Cm]
[D] [Gm] [Cm]
[Eb] I [A] was raised [Gm] in a rough [Cm] neighborhood, up to no good, I'm looking [D] at the older fools in
my hood.
[Gm] I [Cm] wanna walk like em, I wanna talk like em, [D] I wanna be a little G and hold a
clock [Gm] like em.
I [Cm] want my dickies creased, I wanna sag, I [D] wanna inhale some paint out
of paper [Gm] bags.
[Cm] And big buffet up the block got a fat money roll [D] and a feed em at sixty
folks.
[Gm] So, I [Cm] guess it's me against the world, I'm only thirteen [D] and I'm raising up a baby
girl.
[Gm] And I'm [Cm] inducted in the hall of crime, because they chucked my ass in [A] back in seventy
nine.
Now how you [Gm] gonna tell [Cm] me that I should get a job?
Dirty money spins [D] easy, so I'd
rather rob your food.
[Gm] But [Cm] that's how it goes in the hood, and mama used to say [D] that I was
no damn good.
[Gm]
[F] [Gm] [Bb]
[D] You're no [Gm] good, [Cm] you're no good, baby, [D] baby, you're no [Gm] good.
[Cm]
[Eb] [A] You're no [Gm] good,
[Cm]
[A] baby, baby, you're no [Gm] good.
[Cm]
[Eb] [Gm] I knock [Cm] on the door about six in the morning, where the [Am] hell
you been at?
It's the cracker door.
[Gm] I've been working [Cm] in the studio, looking up some videos.
[D] But she knows I was out with some little [Gm] hoes.
It's [Cm] like that phone is a thin line.
She's
starving [D] for attention, cause it's been a long [Gm] time.
And [Cm] when I come home, I smell like
a woman.
[Eb] This lipstick from a [A] collar, a phone number [Gm] on a [Cm] dollar.
But that's just me.
And
just last week she [D] found a hotel key.
Now every [Gm] single [Cm] time, she be hitting star sixty
[Eb] nine.
Not knowin' who she [D] might find on the other [Gm] line.
[Cm] Will it be my homie, or will it
be my hyena?
[D] Will she come home early and find [Gm] her?
Eatin' [Cm] that thing like I know I
should.
My woman [Am] used to tell me I was no damn [Gm] good.
[Bb]
[F] [Gm] [Cm]
[F] You're no [Gm] good, [Cm] you're no good, baby, [D] baby, you're no [Gm] good.
[Cm]
[D] You're no [Gm] good, [Cm] you're no good, baby, [D] baby, you're no [Gm] good.
[Cm]
[Am] [Gm] [Cm] Nowadays it seems like things ain't the same.
There's juvenile [Am] killers in my gang.
[Gm] And all these [Cm] little
fools are lookin' up to me.
I'm thirty-three, [D] so they callin' me an OG.
[Gm] And I'm tellin'
[Cm] them the stories of the old days.
And how we [D] handled things in our own ways.
We [Gm] wouldn't
drive [Cm] by like a little punk.
We'd ties [Eb] ass up, and throw them [D] in the trunk.
We'd fight
[Gm] toe to toe.
[Cm] It's still like a man, not shootin' out the back [D] of a Nascar van.
Damn.
[Gm] But [Cm] nowadays
they all on that speedy crack.
[Eb] And most of them end up [A] on they back with a tag [Gm] on they
toe.
[Cm] I guess they didn't know from 1981 [D] through 1994.
Rest [Gm] in peace.
[Cm] But that's how it goes
in the hood.
[Eb] It's 1995 [D] and they still no good.
[Gm] [Eb]
[F] [Eb]
[F] [Gm] [Cm]
[D] [Gm] [Cm]
[Am] [Gm] [Cm]
[D] Baby, you're no [Gm] good.
[Cm]
[Eb] [Am] You're no [Gm] good, [Cm] you're no good, baby, [D] baby, you're no [Gm] good.
[Cm]
[Eb] [A] Baby, you're no [Gm] good.
[Cm] [D] [Gm] [Cm]
[Eb] [A] [G] [Cm]
[A] [Gm] [Cm]
Key:  
Gm
123111113
Cm
13421113
D
1321
Eb
12341116
A
1231
Gm
123111113
Cm
13421113
D
1321
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_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Cm] _ _
[Eb] I _ [A] was raised [Gm] in a rough [Cm] neighborhood, up to no good, I'm looking [D] at the older fools in
my hood.
[Gm] I [Cm] wanna walk like em, I wanna talk like em, [D] I wanna be a little G and hold a
clock [Gm] like em.
I [Cm] want my dickies creased, I wanna sag, I [D] wanna inhale some paint out
of paper [Gm] bags.
[Cm] And big buffet up the block got a fat money roll [D] and a feed em at sixty
folks.
[Gm] So, I [Cm] guess it's me against the world, I'm only thirteen [D] and I'm raising up a baby
girl.
[Gm] And I'm [Cm] inducted in the hall of crime, because they chucked my ass in [A] back in seventy
nine.
Now how you [Gm] gonna tell [Cm] me that I should get a job?
Dirty money spins [D] easy, so I'd
rather rob your food.
[Gm] But [Cm] that's how it goes in the hood, and mama used to say [D] that I was
no damn good.
_ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [D] _ You're no [Gm] good, [Cm] you're no good, baby, [D] baby, you're no [Gm] good.
[Cm] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [A] You're no [Gm] good,
[Cm] _ _
_ [A] baby, baby, you're no [Gm] good.
[Cm] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Gm] I knock [Cm] on the door about six in the morning, where the [Am] hell
you been at?
It's the cracker door.
[Gm] I've been working [Cm] in the studio, looking up some videos.
[D] But she knows I was out with some little [Gm] hoes.
It's [Cm] like that phone is a thin line.
She's
starving [D] for attention, cause it's been a long [Gm] time.
And [Cm] when I come home, I smell like
a woman.
[Eb] This lipstick from a [A] collar, a phone number [Gm] on a [Cm] dollar.
But that's just me.
And
just last week she [D] found a hotel key.
Now every [Gm] single [Cm] time, she be hitting star sixty
[Eb] nine.
Not knowin' who she [D] might find on the other [Gm] line.
[Cm] Will it be my homie, or will it
be my hyena?
[D] Will she come home early and find [Gm] her?
Eatin' [Cm] that thing like I know I
should.
My woman [Am] used to tell me I was no damn [Gm] good.
[Bb] _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [F] _ You're no [Gm] good, [Cm] you're no good, baby, _ [D] baby, you're no [Gm] good.
[Cm] _ _
_ _ [D] _ You're no [Gm] good, [Cm] you're no good, baby, [D] baby, you're no [Gm] good.
[Cm] _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Gm] [Cm] Nowadays it seems like things ain't the same.
There's juvenile [Am] killers in my gang.
[Gm] And all these [Cm] little
fools are lookin' up to me.
I'm thirty-three, [D] so they callin' me an OG.
[Gm] And I'm tellin'
[Cm] them the stories of the old days.
And how we [D] handled things in our own ways.
We [Gm] wouldn't
drive [Cm] by like a little punk.
We'd ties [Eb] ass up, and throw them [D] in the trunk.
We'd fight
[Gm] toe to toe.
[Cm] It's still like a man, not shootin' out the back [D] of a Nascar van.
Damn.
[Gm] But [Cm] nowadays
they all on that speedy crack.
[Eb] And most of them end up [A] on they back with a tag [Gm] on they
toe.
[Cm] I guess they didn't know from 1981 [D] through 1994.
Rest [Gm] in peace.
[Cm] But that's how it goes
in the hood.
[Eb] It's 1995 [D] and they still no good.
[Gm] _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [D] Baby, you're no [Gm] good.
[Cm] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [Am] You're no [Gm] good, [Cm] you're no good, baby, [D] baby, you're no [Gm] good.
[Cm] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [A] Baby, you're no [Gm] good.
[Cm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Cm] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Cm] _ _