Chords for A Tribe Called Quest - We The People...
Tempo:
92.6 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
E
Dbm
B
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [Db] [E]
[B] [Abm]
[Gbm] [E]
[Eb] [Db] [Ab] We don't believe you, cause we the people.
[B] A selfie in the rear, yo, we don't [E] need you.
You ain't a chillin' or a good young nigga move.
When we get hungry, we eat the same fuckin' food.
The ramen noodle.
Your step of [Abm] voodoo is [Eb] so maniacal, reliable, a bullet [E] tootin'.
The [Abm] irony is that this bad bitch in my lap,
she [Gbm] don't love me, she make money, she don't study [Dbm] that.
She [Eb] gon' give it to me and go tell me when it's bad.
She gon' take the brain away, the place to spit on [Db] that.
[Ab] The doors to science, bitch, don't try to rhyme with me.
VH1 has a show that you [B] can waste your [Dbm] time with.
[Eb] Pills you better take to add your reality [B] and more salary.
I probably do that just sporadically.
[E] The OG Gucci boots are spittin' with piranhas.
The IRS [B] piranhas see a nigga get his time with.
[Dbm] Niggas in the hood livin' in a [D]
fishbowl.
Chantify [Db] here, now it's not a shithole.
[Eb] Trends set up, I know, my shit's cold.
And it's better there because I ain't so [Abm] cold.
But [E] hell, all you black folks, you [Abm] must go.
[Dbm] [Eb] All you Mexicans, you [Abm] must go.
[Dbm] [Abm] And all you poor folks, you must go.
[E] [Abm] Bruins, hoes, and gays.
[D] Boy, we hate you, A's.
[Dbm] [E] All you fat folks, you must go.
[Abm] The fog and the smog of the media,
the large false narratives of lies
that came up against the odds.
[Dbm] [Abm] We're not just nigga rappers with the bars.
It's kids with that big conflict with the stars.
[Dbm] [E] You asses overlooking [Abm] street art.
Better yet, street smarts put the keepers on the top.
[E] [B] Some of the fucking numbers ain't your [D] statistician.
You don't know about truth, about [Dbm] vision.
Just [Abm] like the A-O picture on there talking about it [Dbm] hittin'.
The only one who's hittin' are the ones that's currently [E] spittin'.
We got the Missy Smith rubbin' [Abm] on her little kitten
dreamin' of a world that's equal for women.
We know the [Dbm] vision.
[E] Boy, I tell you, [Abm] that's vision.
Like Tony Romo when he hit and hit [Dbm] him.
[E] The five be the best in their division.
[Abm] Shaq and Muhammad cut it with precision.
[E] [Abm] Who can come back years later still hit the shot?
[A] Still them try and move you off the fucking block.
Babylon, blood clot.
[Abm] Snoop on your head, top.
[Dbm] [E] All you black folks, you [Abm] must go.
[Dbm] All you [Abm] Mexicans, you must go.
[Dbm] [E] And all you poor folks, you must go.
All [Abm] the slums and gays,
[D] we're gonna be here for a while.
[Dbm] All you bad folks, you
[B] [Abm]
[Gbm] [E]
[Eb] [Db] [Ab] We don't believe you, cause we the people.
[B] A selfie in the rear, yo, we don't [E] need you.
You ain't a chillin' or a good young nigga move.
When we get hungry, we eat the same fuckin' food.
The ramen noodle.
Your step of [Abm] voodoo is [Eb] so maniacal, reliable, a bullet [E] tootin'.
The [Abm] irony is that this bad bitch in my lap,
she [Gbm] don't love me, she make money, she don't study [Dbm] that.
She [Eb] gon' give it to me and go tell me when it's bad.
She gon' take the brain away, the place to spit on [Db] that.
[Ab] The doors to science, bitch, don't try to rhyme with me.
VH1 has a show that you [B] can waste your [Dbm] time with.
[Eb] Pills you better take to add your reality [B] and more salary.
I probably do that just sporadically.
[E] The OG Gucci boots are spittin' with piranhas.
The IRS [B] piranhas see a nigga get his time with.
[Dbm] Niggas in the hood livin' in a [D]
fishbowl.
Chantify [Db] here, now it's not a shithole.
[Eb] Trends set up, I know, my shit's cold.
And it's better there because I ain't so [Abm] cold.
But [E] hell, all you black folks, you [Abm] must go.
[Dbm] [Eb] All you Mexicans, you [Abm] must go.
[Dbm] [Abm] And all you poor folks, you must go.
[E] [Abm] Bruins, hoes, and gays.
[D] Boy, we hate you, A's.
[Dbm] [E] All you fat folks, you must go.
[Abm] The fog and the smog of the media,
the large false narratives of lies
that came up against the odds.
[Dbm] [Abm] We're not just nigga rappers with the bars.
It's kids with that big conflict with the stars.
[Dbm] [E] You asses overlooking [Abm] street art.
Better yet, street smarts put the keepers on the top.
[E] [B] Some of the fucking numbers ain't your [D] statistician.
You don't know about truth, about [Dbm] vision.
Just [Abm] like the A-O picture on there talking about it [Dbm] hittin'.
The only one who's hittin' are the ones that's currently [E] spittin'.
We got the Missy Smith rubbin' [Abm] on her little kitten
dreamin' of a world that's equal for women.
We know the [Dbm] vision.
[E] Boy, I tell you, [Abm] that's vision.
Like Tony Romo when he hit and hit [Dbm] him.
[E] The five be the best in their division.
[Abm] Shaq and Muhammad cut it with precision.
[E] [Abm] Who can come back years later still hit the shot?
[A] Still them try and move you off the fucking block.
Babylon, blood clot.
[Abm] Snoop on your head, top.
[Dbm] [E] All you black folks, you [Abm] must go.
[Dbm] All you [Abm] Mexicans, you must go.
[Dbm] [E] And all you poor folks, you must go.
All [Abm] the slums and gays,
[D] we're gonna be here for a while.
[Dbm] All you bad folks, you
Key:
Abm
E
Dbm
B
Eb
Abm
E
Dbm
_ [B] _ _ _ [Db] _ [E] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ [Gbm] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Db] [Ab] We don't believe you, cause we the people.
[B] A selfie in the rear, yo, we don't [E] need you.
You ain't a chillin' or a good young nigga move.
When we get hungry, we eat the same fuckin' food.
The ramen noodle.
Your step of [Abm] voodoo is [Eb] so maniacal, reliable, a bullet [E] tootin'.
The [Abm] irony is that this bad bitch in my lap,
she [Gbm] don't love me, she make money, she don't study [Dbm] that.
She [Eb] gon' give it to me and go tell me when it's bad.
She gon' take the brain away, the place to spit on [Db] that.
[Ab] The doors to science, bitch, don't try to rhyme with me.
VH1 has a show that you [B] can waste your [Dbm] time with.
[Eb] Pills you better take to add your reality [B] and more salary.
I probably do that just sporadically.
[E] The OG Gucci boots are spittin' with piranhas.
The IRS [B] piranhas see a nigga get his time with.
[Dbm] Niggas in the hood livin' in a [D]
fishbowl.
Chantify [Db] here, now it's not a shithole.
[Eb] Trends set up, I know, my shit's cold.
And it's better there because I ain't so [Abm] cold.
But [E] hell, all you black folks, you [Abm] must go.
_ _ _ [Dbm] [Eb] All you Mexicans, you [Abm] must go.
_ _ _ [Dbm] [Abm] And all you poor folks, you must go.
_ _ _ [E] [Abm] Bruins, hoes, and gays.
[D] Boy, we hate you, A's.
_ [Dbm] [E] All you fat folks, you must go.
[Abm] _ The fog and the smog of the media,
the large false narratives of lies
that came up against the odds.
[Dbm] [Abm] We're not just nigga rappers with the bars.
It's kids with that big conflict with the stars.
[Dbm] [E] You asses overlooking [Abm] street art.
Better yet, street smarts put the keepers on the top.
[E] [B] Some of the fucking numbers ain't your [D] statistician.
You don't know about truth, about [Dbm] vision.
Just [Abm] like the A-O picture on there talking about it [Dbm] hittin'.
The only one who's hittin' are the ones that's currently [E] spittin'.
We got the Missy Smith rubbin' [Abm] on her little kitten
dreamin' of a world that's equal for women.
We know the [Dbm] vision.
[E] Boy, I tell you, [Abm] that's vision.
Like Tony Romo when he hit and hit [Dbm] him.
[E] The five be the best in their division.
[Abm] Shaq and Muhammad cut it with precision.
[E] [Abm] Who can come back years later still hit the shot?
[A] Still them try and move you off the fucking block.
Babylon, blood clot.
[Abm] Snoop on your head, top.
[Dbm] [E] All you black folks, you [Abm] must go.
_ _ _ [Dbm] All you [Abm] Mexicans, you must go.
_ _ _ [Dbm] [E] And all you poor folks, you must go.
_ All [Abm] the slums and gays,
[D] we're gonna be here for a while.
[Dbm] All you bad folks, you
[B] _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ [Gbm] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Db] [Ab] We don't believe you, cause we the people.
[B] A selfie in the rear, yo, we don't [E] need you.
You ain't a chillin' or a good young nigga move.
When we get hungry, we eat the same fuckin' food.
The ramen noodle.
Your step of [Abm] voodoo is [Eb] so maniacal, reliable, a bullet [E] tootin'.
The [Abm] irony is that this bad bitch in my lap,
she [Gbm] don't love me, she make money, she don't study [Dbm] that.
She [Eb] gon' give it to me and go tell me when it's bad.
She gon' take the brain away, the place to spit on [Db] that.
[Ab] The doors to science, bitch, don't try to rhyme with me.
VH1 has a show that you [B] can waste your [Dbm] time with.
[Eb] Pills you better take to add your reality [B] and more salary.
I probably do that just sporadically.
[E] The OG Gucci boots are spittin' with piranhas.
The IRS [B] piranhas see a nigga get his time with.
[Dbm] Niggas in the hood livin' in a [D]
fishbowl.
Chantify [Db] here, now it's not a shithole.
[Eb] Trends set up, I know, my shit's cold.
And it's better there because I ain't so [Abm] cold.
But [E] hell, all you black folks, you [Abm] must go.
_ _ _ [Dbm] [Eb] All you Mexicans, you [Abm] must go.
_ _ _ [Dbm] [Abm] And all you poor folks, you must go.
_ _ _ [E] [Abm] Bruins, hoes, and gays.
[D] Boy, we hate you, A's.
_ [Dbm] [E] All you fat folks, you must go.
[Abm] _ The fog and the smog of the media,
the large false narratives of lies
that came up against the odds.
[Dbm] [Abm] We're not just nigga rappers with the bars.
It's kids with that big conflict with the stars.
[Dbm] [E] You asses overlooking [Abm] street art.
Better yet, street smarts put the keepers on the top.
[E] [B] Some of the fucking numbers ain't your [D] statistician.
You don't know about truth, about [Dbm] vision.
Just [Abm] like the A-O picture on there talking about it [Dbm] hittin'.
The only one who's hittin' are the ones that's currently [E] spittin'.
We got the Missy Smith rubbin' [Abm] on her little kitten
dreamin' of a world that's equal for women.
We know the [Dbm] vision.
[E] Boy, I tell you, [Abm] that's vision.
Like Tony Romo when he hit and hit [Dbm] him.
[E] The five be the best in their division.
[Abm] Shaq and Muhammad cut it with precision.
[E] [Abm] Who can come back years later still hit the shot?
[A] Still them try and move you off the fucking block.
Babylon, blood clot.
[Abm] Snoop on your head, top.
[Dbm] [E] All you black folks, you [Abm] must go.
_ _ _ [Dbm] All you [Abm] Mexicans, you must go.
_ _ _ [Dbm] [E] And all you poor folks, you must go.
_ All [Abm] the slums and gays,
[D] we're gonna be here for a while.
[Dbm] All you bad folks, you