Tag: Rollin

A Last Song Chords – Paddy Goes To Holyhead

 Intro:     C Am G D Am C D D7  or  Dsus4 


==Verse 1==

 G D Em Bm 
   This will be a last song, this will be a last good-bye
      C Am G D 
Take care of yourself everywhere and hold your head up high
     G D Em Bm 
The moon is shining clearly and the stars are shining bright
 C Am G G 
    This will be a last song for tonight


==Verse 2==

 G D Em Bm 
When I´m old and doddering and my race is almost run
          C Am G D 
Will you ever think of me, will you miss me when I´m gone?
 G D Em Bm 
Forget all pain and sorrow, come and rest here by my side
 C Am G G 
     This will be a last song for tonight


==Bridge==

      C Am G D 
Last night I dreamed the waters came rushing to and fro
     Am C Em D 
The siren gave a warning, I watched my body go
     C Am G D 
The sea began to rollin´, oh God I cannot land
   Am C D D7 
I hear a loud voice calling "Please save this drowning man"



Instrumental Part: Chords as in the Verse

Repeat Bridge

Repeat Verse 1

Mystic Highway Chords – John Fogerty

 Guitar tuned half step down (Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb)
VERSE
 G D 
Lately I begin to wonder,
 Bm G D 
How's it all gonna end.
 G D 
After all the flash and thunder,
 Bm C D 
Then it’s gone with the wind.


All the stars in the heavens,
They been there to light my way.
Without knowin’ where I’m going,
Probably get there anyway.

CHORUS
 D        
Mystic highway that I’m on
 C G D 
Ooh ooh, take me home
         G D    
Mystic highway that I ramble
 C G D 
Ooh ooh, take me home

Db|------------0---     The timing for this tab is inexact.     
Ab|-0-2-3-2-0------


This old road has been my lifeline,
My companion and my friend.
Like a rope around the universe,
Ain’t no beginning, ain’t no end.

Out across the constellations,
There’s a place behind the sun.
Everything is connected,
Everything and everyone.

CHORUS

Db|------------0----------0
Ab|-0-2-3-2-0--0-2-3-2---


D C G D  Repeat roughly 12 times through solo.
(On Letterman, this was played with in 5th, 3rd, and 10th fret cord positions.
He slides into them a bit, and usually only strikes the highest toned strings)

Break ( A  capella)
Down by the river on Saturday night,
Everybody waiting for a good time.
Smooth city slickers and loaded dice,
Take your money in a pig's eye.
Rain gonna fall, sun gonna shine,
Ain't no worry in my mind.
Big wheel rollin' cross the sky,
Ain't no worry in my mind.

VERSE
All the stars that I'm under,
Know the way I feel tonight.
All the miles I've been travellin'
Headin' back to the light.

 D        
Mystic highway that I’m on
 C G D 
Ooh ooh, take me home
         G 
Mystic highway that I ramble
 C G D 
Ooh ooh, take me home
C        G                   D (repeat through to end)
Ooh ooh take me home.
Yeah!


At the very least you got the idea.

Lances Song Chords – Zac Brown Band V2

 Capo 3

 F C C F 
Doing what you love has a high price to pay
 G C 
Some put on a suit but he ran the other way
 C F 
His drums drown out the yuppies and the one's who couldn't dream
           G C 
Cause the freedom music gave him was worth more than anything


Chorus:
            F C 
They don't know what they got
            G C 
Until it's gone, like it or not
             F C 
You live on love, you try to do what's right
 G C 
We're all here a-waiting for our silver invitation to the big band in the sky


Rollin down the windows, trying hard to fight the sleep
Money's never much for a band in Tennessee
Another night of playin to a crowd with no ears
Wanna hear the songs they know and fill their bellies full of beer


Chorus

 F C 
Oooh oo oo oo oo oo oo oooh
 F C 
Oooh oo oo oo oo oo oo oooh


Bridge:

     F C 
And when he closed his eyes, fell into a dream that never dies
     F C 
And when the thunder comes, you can hear his kick drum in the sky
          G F 
Feel the rain fall from our eyes


Chorus 1:
Cause we don't know what we got
Until it's gone, like it or not
You live on love, you try to do what's right
For him there's no more waiting, got his silver invitation to do a little playing for 
the big band in the sky

 F C 
Oooh oo oo oo oo oo oo oooh
 F C 
Oooh oo oo oo oo oo oo oooh

Kings And Queens Throw It Up Chords – Somo V2

 **The chords are the same throughout the whole song.


Capo 1st fret

Intro :  Em D C G Em  
She put on her heels
Put on the dress
             D 
Put the address in the gps
             C 
Pick up the girls
Look at those curls
           G 
Damn they all just lookin' so fresh

Put on the belt
Put on the shoes
Man that boy just looking so smooth
Picked up the drink
pick up the boys 
pick up the beat now drop that noise

There goes the sun
Here comes the fun
Drop that bass and pop that trunk
Rollin' on up
Stepping on out
It's our night let's live it up
You got the lights
I got the love
Tap that keg
And fill my cup
It's our life it's our choice
Turn up the beat and drop that noise

Chorus:  Em D C G 
Throw it up throw it up
Everybody's in love
And we're tearing down this place
Taking shots all night
Till the moon light hides
And the sun starts to show its face
Throw it up throw it up
Throw it up up up
Feel the bump coming out that bass
Girls and boys make some noise
Till they kick us out
We're the kings and queens today

Turn up the beat
Turn up the glass
Only one night lets make it last
Saw that girl
Walking out back
Thought one time yeah there's my chance
Just might have to make her dance
Just might have to use my hands
Just might have to slap that
Haha damn

My eyes met hers
I wanted those curves
Walked up to her
Said a few little words
She just smiled
And we just danced
While all them other guys just said damn
So Grab a hand
Party down
And just fly to the beat of the sound
It's our life it's our choice
Turn up the beat and drop that noise

**Chorus**

Less talk, more touch
Less stress, more love
Everybody party all night
Everybody party all night

Less pain, there's too much
Less tame, we're too young
Everybody party all night
Everybody live your life

Less talk, more touch
Less stress, more love
Everybody party all night
Everybody party all night

Less pain, there's too much
Less tame, we're too young
Everybody party all night
Everybody live your life

**Chorus**

Rain Came Down – Chuck Girard Chords

RAIN CAME DOWN  (Chuck Girard)
        
        Em      
And the rain came down

And it fell upon the ground
        C
And reminded me of all the words You said
        Am                      Em
Yes the rain came down, yes the rain came down
         C7          
And the truth came down around me
         B7               Em
Like the sky was rainin' lead

G
Woke up this mornin' to the sound of fallin' rain

So many awful messages were rollin' 'round my brain
F
I looked out my window and the sky was dark as night
    Am
Is it too late to change my ways and try and see the light
   Em
I looked out to the left of me the water risin' high
    C7
And in the flash of lightnin' that was lightin' up the sky
   Am
I saw my neighbors wadin' through the water in the dark
  C7                                    B7
I know where they were goin' they were headin' for the ark

chorus
   G
I caught them in a moment there was panic on my face

Others joined our group and made it clear this was a race
   F
We had to try and find the ark and hope he¹d let us in
Am
He who'd often warned us of the wages of our sin
    C
We moved along in silence though our hearts were cryin' out
Em
Noah was no fool there was no longer any doubt
    C
We rolled around the bend to where the ark had always stayed
     B7
Our tears turned into wailing as we watched it sail away.

chorus
G
Woke up this mornin' when I heard a siren scream

The sound of morning traffic pulled me from my awful dream
F
My body bathed is sweat that matched the rain that fell outside
   Am
I realized my time had come I could no longer hide
C
All the early lessons I had learned at Sunday school
Em
Slashed me to the heart and made me see I'd been a fool
  C
I realized that all these years my eyes had been so blind
  B7                                                 Em
I grabbed the telephone...and got my preacher on the line.

1982 Sea of Glass Music/ASCAP

Chillin It Chords – Cole Swindell


Capo 2
*=Strum once, and let chord ring out

I got my shades on (C*) top back, (G*) rollin' with the music jacked
(D*) one on the wheel one (Em*) around you baby

( C ) ( G ) ( D ) ( Em ) ( D )

Verse 1
( C ) Little sunset ( G ) burning up the blue sky
( D ) shinin' off the cross hangin' ( Em ) from the mirror ( D ) of my ride
( C ) Breeze blowin' in ( G ) your hair blowin' 'round,
( D ) you're scannin' through the stations ( Em ) lookin' for that ( D ) country sound
( C ) The good stuff iced ( G ) up in the back seat,
( D ) nowhere to go, ( Em ) nowhere to ( D ) be

Chorus
I got my ( C ) shades on, top back, ( G ) rollin' with the music jacked
( D ) one on the wheel, ( Em ) one around you baby ( D )
( C ) Sunset, I bet ( G ) there's a chance we can get
( D )sure enough, tangled up, ( Em ) laid back and lazy ( D ) 
( C ) Pour it on easy now, ( G ) don't spill a bit
( D ) nothin' but time tonight, ( Em ) let's get to killin' it ( D )
( C ) Long as I'm rockin' with ( G ) you girl you know I'm  ( D ) cool with just chillin' it


Verse 2
( C ) Nothin' but two lane ( G ) country on up ahead
( D ) girl you so fine, I wouldn't ( Em ) mind if this is ( D ) all we did 
( C ) You got me high on kisses ( G ) you got me missin' signs
( D ) Hard lookin' left when my ( Em ) world is on my ( D ) right

Chorus
I got my ( C ) shades on, top back, ( G ) rollin' with the music jacked
( D ) one on the wheel, ( Em ) one around you baby ( D )
( C ) Sunset, I bet ( G ) there's a chance we can get
( D )sure enough, tangled up, ( Em ) laid back and lazy ( D ) 
( C ) Pour it on easy now, ( G ) don't spill a bit
( D ) nothin' but time tonight, ( Em ) let's get to killin' it ( D )
( C ) Long as I'm rockin' with ( G ) you girl you know I'm  ( D ) cool with just chillin' it

Bridge
( C ) Nothin' like a little ( G ) you and me low key,
( D ) right now I'm right ( Em ) where I wanna ( D ) be

Chorus
I got my ( C ) shades on, top back, ( G ) rollin' with the music jacked
( D ) one on the wheel, ( Em ) one around you baby ( D )
( C ) Sunset, I bet ( G ) there's a chance we can get
( D )sure enough, tangled up, ( Em ) laid back and lazy ( D ) 
( C ) Pour it on easy now, ( G ) don't spill a bit
( D ) nothin' but time tonight, ( Em ) let's get to killin' it ( D )
( C ) Long as I'm rockin' with ( G ) you girl you know I'm  ( D ) cool with just chillin' it

( C ) ( G ) Yeah I love rocking with you girl, ( D ) we're just chillin' it

Cole Swindell – Chillin It chords

 Capo II

I got my shades on, top back, rollin' with the music jacked
one on the wheel one around you baby

Verse 1
 C G 
Little sun left to burn in the blue sky
 D Em 
shinin' off the cross hangin' from the mirror of my ride
 C 
Breeze blowin' in,
 G 
your hair blowin' 'round,
 D Em 
you're scannin' through the stations lookin' for that country sound
 C G 
The good stuff iced up in the back seat,
 D Em 
nowhere to go, nowhere to be

Chorus
          C G 
I got my shades on, top back, rollin' with the music jacked
 D Em 
one on the wheel, one around you baby
 C G 
Sunset, I bet there's a chance we can get
 D Em 
sure enough, tangled up, laid back and lazy 
 C G 
Pour it on easy now, don't spill a bit
 D Em 
nothin' but time tonight, let's get to killin' it
 C G D 
Long as I'm rockin' with you girl you know I'm cool with
     
just chillin' it

*Repeat same chords throughout*

Verse 2
Nothin' but two lane country on up ahead
girl you so fine, I wouldn't mind if this is all we did
You got me high on kisses,
you got me missin' signs
Hard lookin' left when my world is on my right

Chorus

Bridge
 C G 
Nothin' like a little you and me low key,
 D Em 
right now I'm right where I wanna be

Chorus

 C G D 
       Yeah I love rocking with you girl, we're just chillin' it

Thrift Shop Lyrics – Macklemore and Ryan Lewis Feat. Wanz

What, what, what, what, what….
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I, I, I’m hunting, lookin’ for a come-up
This is fucking awesome.
Walk into the club like what up, I got a big cock
I’m so pumped, I bought some shit from a thrift shop
Ice in the fridge is so damn frosty,
The people like “damn, that’s a cold ass honkey”
Rollin’ in hella deep, headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink, except my gator shoes, those are green.
Draped in a leopard mink girls standin’ next to me
Probably should have washed this, it smells like R. Kelly’s sheets
Pissssssssssssss.
But shit, it was 99 cents.
If I get caught in it, washin’ it,
‘Bout to go and get some compliments passin’ off in those moccasins
Someone else has been walkin’ in, but me and grungie fuckin’ ‘em
I am stuck in a closet and savin’ my money
And I’m hella happy, that’s a bargain, bitch.
Imma take it grandpa style, imma take it grandpa style,
No, for real I asked your grandpa, can I have his hand-me-downs?
The lords jump suit and some house slippers,
Doukie brown leather jacket that I found diggin’.
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a ski blanket, then I bought an kneeboard.
Hello, hello, my ace man, my mello
John Wayne ain’t got nothing on my friends game,
Hello!
I can take some pro wings make ‘em cool, sell those
The sneaker heads will be like
“Ah he got the Velcro”
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I, I, I’m hunting, lookin’ for a come-up
This is fucking awesome.
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I, I, I’m hunting, lookin’ for a come-up
This is fucking awesome.
What you know ‘bout rockin’ the wolf on your noggin
What you knowin’ about wearing a fur fox skin
I’m digging, I’m digging, I’m searching right through that luggage
One man’s trash, thats another man’s come-up.
Thanking grand dad, for donating that plaid button-up shirt
‘cause right now I’m up in here stuntin’ I’m at the Goodwill, you can find me in the attic,
I’m not, I’m not, I’m not searching in that section.
Your grandma, your aunts, your momma, you mammy,
I’ll take those flannel zebra ‘jammies secondhand, I’ll rock that motherfucker.
They built an onesie with the socks on the motherfucker,
I hit the party and they stopped in that motherfucker.
They be like oh! That Gucci, that’s hella tight.
I’m like Yo! That’s 50 dollars for a t-shirt.
Limited edition, let’s do some simple editions,
50 dollars for a t-shirt, that’s just some ignorant bitch.
I call that getting swindled and perished
I call that getting strict by a business.
That shirt’s hella dope and that bliss,
I am one and six other people in this club is a hella dome.
Eat game, come take a look through my telescope
Trying to get girls with my brand, man, you hella won’t.
Man, you hella won’t.
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I, I, I’m hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome.
I’ll wear your grand dad’s clothes,
I’ll look incredible,
I’m in this big ass coat, from that thrift shop down the road.
I’ll wear your grand dad’s clothes,
I’ll look incredible,
I’m in this big ass coat, from that thrift shop down the road.
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I, I, I’m hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome.
Is that your grandmas coat?

Calling Chords – Lewis Watson

 Notes:
-This might be exactly how he plays it, if not it is very very close.
-Not all of these chords are correctly named and I know that. They are correct though.
-In the pre-chorus, though I put Asus2 I play (and I think he does as well) a full 
A chord (x0222x). It sounds better and makes the transition to D easier.
-I tried to type out the rhythm as close as possible, but it is decently 
complicated in a sense so make sure you're familiar with the song and have a copy 
of it or have my cover to listen to. Especially for places like the chorus where 
it doesn't have the chord transitions, but has the same rhythm.
-If you use this for a cover, please give credit to this. I spent a good bit of time on it.
-Enjoy!

Check out my cover as a guide to how to play this song (or to just support me): 


I think these are also the very first documented lyrics to this song on the 
internet, so yay for that too :P

Lewis Watson - Calling
Four More Songs
No Capo (Studio Version)/ Capo 1 (Live)
Key of A
Tab by Matt Suddarth

 A  - 007900
 E  - 006400
 Asus2  - 002400
 F#m  - 004200
 D  - 000230
 E  - 022100

Verse 1
 E A E (2)      A 
        Look and I will meet you at the park
 Asus2 F#m Asus2 F#m 
        Seven-fifty and the air's still hot
 E A E (2)           A 
        We'll pull a sicky from our weekend jobs
 Asus2 F#m Asus2 F#m Asus2 D 
        Cause I can't promise that we'll make it home tonight...

Pre-Chorus
 Asus2 D E A 
        You know I am calling
 E A Asus2 D 
        So don't spend the night alone
 Asus2 D E A 
        You know I am calling

Verse 2
 E A E (2)      A 
        Ya we'll be rollin' from the green hill tops
 Asus2 F#m Asus2 F#m 
        Forty seconds from the old bus stop
 E A E (2)     A 
        Don't even care we'll get a t-shirt tan
 Asus2 F#m Asus2 F#m Asus2 D 
        Getting good vibes from a soda can

Pre-Chorus
 Asus2 D E A 
        You know I am calling
 E A Asus2 D 
        So don't spend the night alone
 Asus2 D E A E (2)  A 
        We can sleep in the morning

Chorus
             A 
Cause every night can be a Saturday night
                         D 
It's not the time to be wise
                           E 
Change your mind don't ignore me
           A 
And every night is a Saturday night
             D 
Come on and live your life
                     E  (short)
We can sleep in the morning

Now

Verse 3
 E A E (2)        A 
        Oh man it feels like an eternity
 Asus2 F#m Asus2 F#m 
        But things are moving fast for you and me
 E A E (2)      A 
        We've seen the best and worst of everything
 Asus2 F#m 
        But we couldn't be in better company... tonight

Pre-Chorus
 Asus2 D E</spa

Point At You Chords by Justin Moore

    G
I've always been one of them boys
Cadd9
Rollin' around in jacked up toys
G                                 D
Making noise on small town Friday nights

G 
Red light running, good time chasing,
Cadd9
Guess I've earned this reputation
G              D                     G
Probably never shake it but that's alright

CHORUS:
           C
I've got a rough side, a wild side
   G
At least a country mile wide
  D                     G
A fightin' side after a few
        C
If they wanna see my sweet side
   G
My soft side, my best side
D               G
I just point at you
Yea, point at you

G, Cadd9, D, G

     G
Girl I ain't sure just what it is
       Cadd9
That's got me all tore up like this
     G                                   D
Your kiss done melted down this heart of stone

  G
I still like to get a little crazy
    Cadd9
But something about your loving baby
   G                           D              G
It breaks me down and makes me wanna haul ass home

CHORUS

   D                               G
Oh girl I wouldn't blame ya if you tried to change me
D                      G
Lord knows I'm hard to hold
      D                    G
But I guess you kinda like all of my sides
G/B         D           G
And I ain't letting you go
G/B                   D          G
Cause my best side is holding me close

Point at you, yeah

G, Cadd9, D, G

CHORUS

Oh babe my best side is you
Girl I point at you

No Diggitythrift Shop Chords by Ed Sheeran

Capo 2

(Passenger)
N.Ñ.
Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is a forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can't get her out of my mind (say what)
I think about the girl all the time (well, well)
Em               G
East side to the west side
        D                 C  
Pushing phat rides, ain't no surprise
Em                     G
She got tricks in the stash
                 D
Stacking up the cash
              C
Quick when it comes to the gas
Em            G
By no means average
       D                    C
She's on when she's got to have it
Em                      G                D
Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in
          C
Can I get down, so I can win
Em                  G
I like the way you work it
     D                      C
No diggity, I got to bag it up (bag it up now)
Em                  G
I like the way you work it
     D               C
No diggity, I got to bag it up
Em                  G
I like the way you work it
     D                      C
No diggity, I got to bag it up (bag it up now)
Em                  G
I like the way you work it
     D               C
No diggity, I got to bag it up

(Ed) 
Em         G
She's got class and style
D                C
Street knowledge by the pound,
Em         G
Baby never act wild
D                    C
Very low key on the profile
Em                G
Catching villains is a no,
D                C
Let me tell you how it goes
Em                  G
Curves the words, spins the verbs
D                   C
Lovers it curves so freak what you heard
Em               G
Rollin' with the phatness
D                            C
You don't quite know what the half is
Em         G
You got to pay to play
D                              C
Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look your way
Em                 G
I like the way you work it
D                               C
Top notch, trumped tight, every day
         Em               G
You're blowing my mind, maybe in time
D                   C
Baby, I can get you in my ride

Em                  G
I like the way you work it
     D                      C
No diggity, I got to bag it up (bag it up now)
Em                  G
I like the way you work it
     D               C
No diggity, I got to bag it up
Em                  G
I like the way you work it
     D                      C
No diggity, I got to bag it up (bag it up now)
Em                  G
I like the way you work it
     D               C
No diggity, I got to bag it up 
Em               G           D       C
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (that girl looks good)
Em               G           D               C
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (Play on, play on, play on)
Em               G           D       C
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (that girl looks good)
Em               G           D      C
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (oh, oh)
(Ed)
Em                 G
I'm gonna pop some tags
          D                    C
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
Em                G
I-I-I'm huntin', looking for a come-up
D                 C
This is freakin' awesome
Em                 G
I'm gonna pop some tags
          D                    C
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
Em                G
I-I-I'm huntin', looking for a come-up
D                 C
This is freakin' awesome
Em                  G
I'm gonna pop some tags/
I like the way you work it
      D                   C
No diggity, I've got to bag it up (bag it up now)
Em                 G
I'm gonna pop some tags/
I like the way you work it
      D                  C
No diggity, I've got to bag it up
Em                  G
I'm gonna pop some tags/
I like the way you work it
      D                   C
No diggity, I've got to bag it up (bag it up now)
Em                 G
I'm gonna pop some tags/
I like the way you work it
      D                  C
No diggity, I've got to bag it up

Thrift Shop Acoustic Chords by Macklemore

CAPO ON 3RD FRET
Am 
I'm gonna pop some tags
F
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
C
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
Em               G
This is fucking awesome

[Verse 1:]
Am                       F                                                
Walk up to the club like, "What up, I got a big cock!"
C                        G
I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop
Am
Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine,
C
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Am
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
C
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
C
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Am
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in
C
But me and grungy fuckin it man
Am
I am stuntin' and flossin' and
C
Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch
Am
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style,
C
No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)
Am
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello
C
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
Am
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
C
The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros"

Am 
I'm gonna pop some tags
C
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
D
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
E               G
This is fucking awesome  
Am 
I'm gonna pop some tags
C
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
D
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
E               G
This is fucking awesome

[Verse 2:]
Am
What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?
C
What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?
Am
I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage
C
One man's trash, that's another man's come-up
Am
Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt
C
'Cause right now I'm up in her skirt
Am
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons)
C
I'm not, I'm not sick of searchin' in that section (Uptons)
Am
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
C
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker
Am
The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker
C
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker
Am
They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight."
C
I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt."
Am
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
C
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch (shit)
Am
I call that getting swindled and pimped (shit)
C
I call that getting tricked by a business
Am
That shirt's hella dough
C
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't
Am
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
C
Trying to get girls from a brand? Man you hella won't
Am
Man you hella won't

Am 
I'm gonna pop some tags
C
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
D
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
E               G
This is fucking awesome

[Bridge: x2]
Am
(I wear your granddad's clothes
C
I look incredible
D
I'm in this big ass coat
E                      G
From that thrift shop down the road)

Am 
I'm gonna pop some tags
C
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
D
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
E               G
This is fucking awesome

Heartbreaker Chords by Led Zeppelin

A riff x3,  B riff,  A riff
 A                                         D        A
Hey fellas, have you heard the news? you know that Annie's back in town?
    A                                      D   A
It won't take long just watch and see how the fellas lay their money down.
     A                                    D      A
Her style is new but the face is the same as it was so long ago,
     A                                D     A                   D-A D-A D-A
But from her eyes, a different smile like that of one who knows.

   A riff x3,  B riff,  A riff
       A                                   D       A
Well, it's been ten years and maybe more since I first set eyes on you.
     A                                  D A
The best years of my life gone by, here I am alone and blue.
      A                              D      A
Some people cry and some people die by the wicked ways of love
     A                               D         A                     D-A D-A D-A
But I'll just keep on rollin' along with the grace of the Lord above.

  C riff
People talkin' all around 'bout the way you left me flat,
C riff
I don't care what the people say, I know where their jive is at.
D riff
One thing I do have on my mind, if you can clarify please do,
E riff
It's the way you call me by another guy's name when I try to make love to you.

  solo, then A7-A13sus-A7 A6=A7=A13sus  x8,  Am7 Bm7/A, solo, A-G-A-C-A-G

  I try to make love but it ain't no use, give it to me, give it

D A                                               
 Work so hard I couldn't unwind, get some money saved,
D A
 Abuse my love a thousand times, however hard I try. 
D A
  Heartbreaker, your time has come, can't take your evil ways
D A                       D-A D-A D-A
  Go away, Heartbreaker.

D-A D-A D-A

Heartbreaker!  Heartbreaker!  Heart!

Make You Feel My Love Acoustic Chords by Bob Dylan

Capo III*

A E  G D  Dm A  B7 D A

A                        E            G
When the rain is blowin' in your face
                       D            Dm
And the whole world is on your case
                    A           B7
I could offer you a warm embrace
            D       A
To make you feel my love.

A                                E            G
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
            D              Dm
And there is no one there to dry your tears
                       A            B7
I could hold you for a million years
            D       A
To make you feel my love.

D                            A          A7
I know you haven't made your mind up yet
            D            A     A7
But I would never do you wrong
D                             A          B7
I've known it from the moment that we met
                          E          E7
No doubt in my mind where you belong.

A                               E   G
I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
                         D      Dm
I'd go crawlin' down the avenue
                           A           B7
No, there's nothin' that I wouldn't do
            D       A
To make you feel my love.

break

D                            A           A7
The storms are raging on the rollin' sea
           D            A    A7
And on the highway of regrets
D                               A            B7
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
                            E      E7
You ain't seen nothin' like me yet.

A                                 E                G
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
                       D          Dm
There's nothing that I wouldn t do
                      A            B7     
Go to the ends of the Earth for you
            D       A
To make you feel my love.

Ending break

* Alternate:

Open

A  = C
E  = G
G  = Bb
D  = F
Dm = Fm
B7 = D7
A7 = C7

Set8

Gangsta Of The Year Lyrics by Yo Gotti

[Hook]
It’s a new year, I can think clear
$1000 shades, I can see clear
European made, rollin’ in the rear
Gettin’ the phone tapped, Feds gettin’ near
Near, near, they is on a sweep
Shut the trap down, moved it down the street
Kush super strong, Jakes to the pier
I’m multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
Multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year

[Verse 1]
All I rock is white, bitch, I’m cocaine crazy
First check I cashed was like a half of mill’ from Baby
Love for my homies, don’t give a damn ’bout a lady
125 grams, that’s four and a baby
20 cent 50, shooters coming with me
Body hit the ground and your soul be uplifted
Beat break down, them racks add up
And all these haters actin’ mad at us
Gangsta of the Year, and I don’t want a trophy
I just want these fuck niggas to pay me what they owe me
Gangsta of the Year and I don’t mean to brag
But the title with the tags is 200 on the dash

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Gangsta of the world now I’m nominated
Bring it all here, yeah, my own mama hate it
Twelve hundred on my niggas, and all besides the shots
I left my feelings in the fridge, yeah, that’s besides the top
I’m the last man standing, bitch, I need a trophy
Too much bread in my pocket, bitch, I’m feeling toasted
Heard them snitch niggas singing yeah that karaoke
Don’t fuck with police ass niggas don’t even approach me
Don’t you niggas know you can’t stop a moving train?
Look at me now, getting paper, still moving, man
Step it up in your face just like Benihana
Told a bitch she make it back, I bought a bitch a Honda
You don’t seem to move shit, call me Jeezy Wonder
It ain’t nobody vouching for what makes Jeezy a wonder
Gangsta of the year, human chandelier
Wait till you feel my pain, you might shed a tear

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yo, I’m really in the hood, all they do is pass through
So hands down I’ve been a winner for the past few
I got the work to prove it and I got the cash, too
A couple niggas still breathing, guess they passed due
That ain’t no surprise, sitting on this pot
AOB, millionaires, sitting on his eyes
We at the table sipping red and we puffing Cubans
I done made a bunch of bread with a couple Cubans
Yeah, you got a bunch of guns but you never use them
Everybody better run as you winner lose it
Shut the trap down, nothing moving
Gangsta of the year till they nominate a new one

[Hook]

Show Out (Remix) Lyrics by Juicy J

[Hook: Young Jeezy]
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Light green, northern lights, gettin’ sucked into midnight
Blue Jag, white rag, candy car, kryptonite
I be pro and I keep these bitches hoeing
Want a date? Straight-up pimp
If you want some, you can find me in the H-Town
Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
And bitch, my dick was never free
Didn’t know if I wanted to rap or sell coke
‘Cause niggas like me ain’t never broke
I traded in my Pyrex for a shiny Rolex
The bitches want sex, but all I’m fuckin’ with is checks
I’m smokin’ out, pouring up, whippin’ my DeVille
Took out the air bag, put in a wood wheel

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I’ve got rocks in my watch, I’ve got mud in my Sprite
I’m ridin’ low key, and I’m high as a kite
Juicy that nigga, you niggas gon’ learn
This ice on my neck gave me freezer burn
I’m not goin’ broke like MC Hammer
Still blowin’ money like birthday candles
Your bitch in my whip and she’s gone off the mollies
My eyes be Chinese and my doors know karate
Bitch, I’m so rich and you know what I like
Some drugs, couple of bitches that dyke
One of them hoes that I’m fuckin’ just might be your wife
Take her then give her this pipe
Rollin’ papers, we blazin’ up
Take a chick out shopping, she wanna fuck
Wanna speak to me? You don’t make enough
Get your money right, stop saving these sluts
Get single in a world tour
Fuck you mean? Press more cream
In a hotel, on the top floor
Gettin’ more head than Orshi
Nigga feelin’ like Rambo – got a fully automatic in my Lambo’
Rich nigga still country like a banjo
Shoot a nigga ’til i run out of ammo
And I’ve got an R&B chick ’bout to get fucked silly
I’m trippy, she trippy, showtime, let’s get it
White girls with a fat ass like…
Group sex on tour, every night a new city
In the club with my Louis bag
You know that bitch got dope in it
My credit card like Silkk The Shocker
Black card with no limit

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
You know, all the time I’m on the grind
Sucker, better get fuck shit off your mind
The .45 gon’ keep fuck boys in line
I run up on ’em, tell ’em “separate yours from mine”
They way behind and I’m way ahead
Ridin’ with a bitch gettin’ major head
She like: “Damn, homeboy, we ain’t made it yet?”
I’m like: “Not if you ain’t swallowed these babies yet”
Okay, everywhere that I go out
I’m walkin’ in and I show out
And man, all the dough that I throw out
Is sure to turn these lil’ hoes out
These bitches already knowin’
That everywhere that I’m goin’
I’m in a fast car that cost a quarter-mill
And I’m ridin’ it like it’s stolen
Hustle Gang, Gang Green, in God we trust
Anybody gettin’ money is down with us”
“Fuck you” to the nigga who talkin’ tough
But not because you turnt, ’cause you broke as fuck
That shit contained, and they probably hate
I shop at Neimans, you shop at Macy’s
Yo J Dirty, I paid 30, for a one-way trip on a plane Thursday
Hope… ain’t heard me, got cash in hand
50 grand all wrapped in elastic bands
Nigga wanna be the man, I’m past the man
Fuck with me, they will never see your ass again
I’ll turn your ass to a rocket, to the moon you go
Like some sick shit I seen on a cartoon before
You can’t hide nowhere my goon won’t go
Turnt up last night, finna do it once more

[Outro: Young Jeezy]
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out…

Weak Lyrics by King Los

[Intro: Cassie]
So what you talkin’ ’bout, what you talkin’ ’bout?
All that bullshit you…
I’m catching bodies in my sleep
Killin’ niggas, call the police
A hundred bottles, all on me
That shit’s so, that shit’s so weak

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Walk up in the club, they’re like “oh, goddamn it!”
Got a whole lot of Jane and a whole lot of rings on
Just made another two milli’ off a deal
So I’m ’bout to go crazy, get my fuckin’ champagne on
Thirty-five bottles when I walk up in the Greystone
Certified platinum anything I put my name on
Pockets fat, so they showed me love, collar, fades on
Grammy-nominated from a song about a pay phone
Stuntin’, stuntin’ – I’m rollin’ up like it’s nothin’
If I want it, I’m gon’ pay for it
I get it if I want it
My car foreign, I drop back
The roof let the sun in
Game’s what a nigga runnin’
Get a check then I’m dumbin’
Ooh, fly nigga, smoke papers only
I’m a made nigga, I be with made men
Fuck niggas I stay away from, dog
They never play me, I never save them
Smoke ’til I pass out, my eyes be all lazy
Keep bringing more bottles, they say you so crazy
I’m like “ten more”
The waitress looked at me like “10-4”
If you ain’t spendin’ no ends up
Fuck you niggas up in here for?
I’m drunk, can’t drive my Benz
High, can’t find my friends
Damn near out my mind
Goin’ out again, heard how much I made
Watch how much I spend…

[Hook: Cassie]
So what you talkin’ ’bout, what you talkin’ ’bout?
All that bullshit you…
I’m catching bodies in my sleep
Killin’ niggas, call the police
A hundred bottles, all on me
That shit’s so, that shit’s so weak
Talk shit about me, then speak
That shit’s so, that shit’s so weak
We done spent your mortgage on weed
I’m catching bodies in my sleep
Killin’ niggas, call the police
You swear you ballin’ out in these streets
That shit’s so, that shit’s so weak

[Verse 2: Los]
They should take the dollar bill and put a fly nigga on it
Yacht, brought Ciroc, but my nigga on it
I’m the shit, in the crib, hella bad
With a motherfuckin’ helipad, two fly niggas on it
Poppin’ tags, pockets fat as the bitch Cadisha
In my custom Cutty so smokin’ I call it Wiz Khalifa
Get your dough and throw that cheese up, man
That’s how we makin’ pizza
If it’s poppin’ and I profit, I could probably make a feature
I could probably make a teacher go “what?!”
Rather take a piece of history than a piece of your love
Let me tell you ’bout love, bitch, I love to ball, bitch
I love to ball, bitch, I love to fall, bitch
‘Cause you get the trap, bitch, I love ’em all
Bet you love your bitch, bet you love ’em all
Bet you rub ’em all on the back like that
She wasn’t just up in my section
Checkin’ for niggas who really gettin’ checks
And who really got whips in the parking lot
I’m feelin’ like the Jetsons
I’m fresher than freshman in a Letterman
Them niggas buyin’ the bottles?
I mean, who the fuck let ’em in?
We on the couch like Family Guy
I got a brand new Lambi with Brandy’s eyes
Got brand design, I got that too legit to quit
I got that hammer time, I got that grammer mind
That mean my bitch is ballin’ too, nigga
You know what my bitches is callin’ you niggas?
They callin’ you bitches, callin’ you niggas
Out, no top on the Coupe, call it wiggin’
Ow, can you dig it?
Jump back and kiss myself
Man, every second I miss myself
When I think about the illest niggas they say ever did it
I get inconsiderate like it is just myself
Man, I twist myself a little doobie and do me
So do me no favours, I do it like I’m doing a movie

[Hook: Cassie]

Choppa Lyrics by Joey Fatts

[Intro: ASAP Rocky]
Cocky and conceited
I got a bunch of reason’s
Refused to be mistreated
I’d be damned if I repeat it
I’d be that Pretty Flacko
I tell her go retweet it
I ask her for her number
I fuck her, then delete it

[Hook: ASAP Rocky]
Chillin’ in my drop
Nigga beatin’ down yo’ block
Shakin’ off the ..
Then I leave it like my top
Bitches up on my cock
Got my hand up on my glocc, uh
Money in my sock
Nigga give me what you got

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
You could call me Mr. Retail
PL for my females
Bitches suck me down low
You niggas on the DL
I interrupt yo shit quick, yeah I’m on my Ezel
Dump ’em by the ocean you can find ’em with the seashells
Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no girls
…….. tell em about
Gettin’ all this money give a fuck ’bout how you feel
Gettin all this money prolly got a lot of girls

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
Chopper, choppa hundred shots
Mackin pictures off your wall
All these hoes on my balls
Like gimme’ what you got
Straght drop in a pot
Nigga whats goin watts
And the clock nonstop like gimme’ what you got
Like gimme what you got, what you got gimme
Gimme what you got, what you got gimme what you got
Gimme what you got, what you got gimme what you got

[Verse 3: Joey Fatts]
Strapped up and weeded
Beef’d and I got my reasons we creepin’
Better pray that you bless when the snub sneezin’
My bitches love eatin’ so thats three-some when we meetin’
Your bitch cheatin’, wait til you leavin’ swallow semen
I’m prolly the realest breathing under twenty-five
I’m the finest 2Pac Shakur if he didn’t die
From the sour.. is hereditary
Michael big with clips pull off the hip and send bullets to your secondary
Run a field like Barry livin’ legendary
Foreign cars very sticky dickin business secretary
Hoes give me they heart like its the 14th of February
Played off from the start I’m just fuckin’ legal for you to marry
Theres too much money in the world to worry about a bitch
Unless she working the strip, makin’ my pockets flip
My kind of bitch match up quick and slide off in the Jeep
Haven’t trusted a bitch since TLC

[Outro: Danny Brown]
Chopper, choppa hundred shots
Mackin pictures off your wall
All these hoes on my balls
Like gimme’ what you got
Straght drop in a pot
Nigga whats goin watts
And the clock nonstop like gimme’ what you got
Like gimme what you got, what you got gimme

After Party Lyrics – Disko

The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head
The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head
The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head

We them niggas that come back with them groupies
Turn up with my foolies, I keep me a snub nose
Haters say they gonn shoot me
I’m feeling like a million, fuck then niggas feelings
We out here tryina function, with them hoes out to be huntin
I’m out here living that rap life,
With real niggas that don’t act right
With real niggas that shoot shit,
We just pull up in that new shit
Diamonds all shining, my stock in steady risin
My goons is out here wailin, trippin shit get violent

Whoa, what’s mine, dope hound gangsters
Real niggas in the building, we ain’t fucking with you wanksters
I’m out here doing that movie shit
You niggas feel ain’t movin shit
I’m at the high, on an island
Damn nigga, ain’t that your bitch?

[Hook]
The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head
The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head
The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head
The after party, party, party, party
The after party, party, party, party
The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head

Well if you angry or mad, just express how you feel
Don’t give a fuck what you ask, just remember the reals
I got a quarter of hash, I got a cartridge just still
The next words that you say, might be the last ones you hear
Cause anybody can get it, feel it, you want in a minute
It will be over in minutes, after the smoking is finished
Even the innocents get it, if you say you mean it
But watch it, we be getting into it
Look at all of these bitches
It’s just a night in the club, the after hours is next
Off of that super power power, we be smoking the best
I got my foot upon these hoes neck, rollin the best
Me and big snoop watching all the hoes express, like

[Hook]
The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head
The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head
The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head
The after party, party, party, party
The after party, party, party, party
The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head

This molly’s got me trippin, turn up to the ceiling
Party full of bad bitches, tell me who flip it
Pocket full of hunneds, and all my niggas stuntin
So all these hoes better touch down no frontin
Nah bitch, we can’t kick it, I ain’t tryina to play
You with it or get lost, that’s what I’m tryina say
And if you ain’t about that life, then why you at the party
And hell no, you ain’t invited to the after party
This the dream team, all my niggas winnin
Bout to make a movie, in the club, tell em film me
Big blunts smoking, vip chillin
Broke niggas outside and bitch, we in the building

[Hook]
The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head
The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head
The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head
The after party, party, party, party
The after party, party, party, party
The after party, party, party, party, party bop your head.

Here I Go Lyrics – T.I.

[Verse 1]
Niggas try me, catch fifty first
Choppa so big nigga hit reverse
I’mma draw down on you and your partner so perfect
You gon’ think this shit rehearsed
I can spit the verse but can’t handle the repercussions
AK clips and Russians
Blood is rushing, cold-ass Swiss accounts
So you know the coats is Tuscan
Lady Ramkin – nigga, I’m a bear
Backwoods, weed, nigga, put it in the air
Black mead cover up the living room chair
Chinchillas cover up my bitches over there
Westside, I can make a killing over there
Eastside, I can’t pimp without Slim
Spodee on deck, can’t kill it without him
Three crazy, front pocket on dip – blow!

[Hook]
I was kickin’ my shit, just cooling, ’bout to smoke another O
Kickin’ my feet up, y’all niggas cheaters, probably rollin’ with your hoe
Now all these folks got somethin’ to say
About where I be and where I go
I heard niggas was lookin’ for me, pussy nigga, here I go
Here I go…
Here I go… (pussy nigga, here I go…)
Here I go…
Here I go…

[Verse 2]
Probably with your bitch – big butt, can’t fit up in the Six
A hundred whole bucks’ll get you two purple zips
A hundred whole bands made the AP glitch
She don’t wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my wrist
Tell her like Young Dro: “fuck that bitch” (I said fuck that bitch)
Bought a 357, went back to the neighbourhood, bought that bitch

[Verse 3: T.I.]
You niggas better go on with the buster shit
I send 50 then empty out another clip
I’m Westside ridin’ my hooptie still
On the phone seeing where my little cousin is
(I’m on the Southside right now)
(It ain’t nothin’ in the whip but some dope and some tools)
And nigga we so deep, so don’t even
If it ain’t on me, I’m strapped like a fool, biotch!
(I know a nigga that cut work, bitch)
(Ride with bricks like it’s no risk)
(Buddy, yay cost two bands)
I’m so ma’fuckin’ focussed
But these niggas said they G?
They some pussies to me
Ten years in the game, still ain’t richer than me
You don’t like what I’m saying?
Hail Marys in your face right now
Yeah, nigga, you’ve got love for me

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
I’m made for this – steak and lobster, my table’s dish
Been kickin’ this flavour shit
No Lacoste but this ‘gator, bitch (watch out, bitch)
Dro is my brother from another mother, we made the clique
Me and Slim from Decatur, trick
Fuck with us, get your tater split
I spit rhymes like I’m 6’9 and my cadences
Leave pricks tryna depict lines
Clique tryna portray this shit (bitch)
Bitch I’m big time, don’t play with this
I’ve got six 9s, when I clip mine
Your whole clique dying, Arcadians (yeah…)
Keep it 300, nigga
I you want the hoe, you’d better come and get her
It’s a pimp in here, I ain’t no baby sitter
I’ve got 30 shoes with ‘gator in ’em (checks)
Pussy-ass niggas so lame, go all bare for the limelight (limelight)
Fuck what you heard, that chopper’ll get a ma’fucka’s mind right

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Mystikal]
They be swinging on a trapper like a lumberjack
I’m doper than a drum full of crack
I get it popping light a lightning bolt
Yeah, motherfucker, I got my thunder back
My looks made your sister wanna ride the dick
My beats made your brother wanna bow to rap
My smoke strong, made your daddy wanna roll a blunt
Your mama holler: “Ain’t nobody got time for that!”
Turn from a human to a wolf on the song
Bitch I rip these shows, you can ask these hoes
They be standin’ in the front screaming: “We want more!”
I was at it for an hour
She couldn’t catch her breath, but she still want more
After the show, I handle my motherfuckin’ business
Need I say more?
T.I. sent me a song and said: “OG, merk that bitch!”
He said it real familiar, and it was real familiar
So I lit up and hurt that bitch
Give a fuck? Never, sir
Don’t give a shit, suck my dick
Give a damn, here I am – you lookin’ for me, bitch?!

[Hook]