Chords for Big Tone ft Woodie Remember Them Dayz
Tempo:
80 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
Cm
Dm
Eb
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gm] [Dm] [Eb] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[D] [Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
Do you [Gm] remember?
[Dm] Like this.
[Cm] Back in the day.
I haven't washed my [Gm] cats in four days.
But they black so you [Dm] can't see the [Cm] dirt.
I'm kinda grimy like that.
You can kindly step back and [Gm] disperse
if you ain't feelin' me.
[Dm] No hard feelings
as long as [Cm] you keep it real with me.
Not too much appeal to me, but [Gm] if I
want it, I'ma get it.
[Dm] And if it can [Eb] be
divided [Cm] with the homies, I'ma split it
just the way that I was raised.
[Gm] Quick to get punished if I [F] didn't share.
Even if I [Cm] brought it myself, my mother
didn't care.
[Gm] But she couldn't stop
me from packin' straps and [Dm] boo-ing dirt.
She [Cm] tried her best but finally accepted it.
Although I heard that [Gm] I got his grip
on this man at a [Dm] young age.
Scrapin' chains to [Cm] get a spot, but man, those
were the fun days.
And if I was [Gm] broke,
I'd still do forties at a [Dm] barn fair
and drink them in the [Cm] alleyway.
Back when
I had long hair, many things [Gm] changed.
And I miss a lot of [Dm] old friends,
but nothing comes [Cm] between me and my family
that I've chose. I [Gm] remember
back [Dm] in the [Cm] days
back in the days
when me and the [Gm] homies used to
kick it and [Dm] parlay
[Cm] all night long.
[Gm] Smokin'
was the [Dm] thing to do.
[Cm] was the thing to do.
[Gm] Me and those homeboys
actin' like [Dm] some fools.
[Cm] acting like some fools.
It seems that things will never [Gm] change, so it's time
to make the [Dm] best of it.
[Cm] Drink up the liquor
and get the cognac buzzin' and you know
we love to gather up them [Gm] homies, get them
highlanders on their [Eb] way.
We bump the oldies
merry [Cm] wells in that old school Marvin Gaye.
We gonna take it back to the [Gm] days when we was
little [Dm] knuckleheads, lookin' [Cm] up to the
OG gangsters, doin' crazy shit we did.
Now the [Gm] early days, smokin' dank,
flamed up packin' [F] shanks, walkin' around the
Yacht [Cm] Buchanan block with a mug up on my face.
Posted [Gm] up at Bottoms Up, askin'
spot to buy a [Dm] drink, and if I [Cm] give you
five rounds, better bring my fuckin' chains.
Oldies [Gm] to the brim with daddy thangs,
don't worry about my [Dm] ends, mind focused
on my [Cm] gang, let it bang on me and my
friends, get [Gm] together, rain or shine in any
weather, we gon' [Dm] kick it.
[Cm] Pullin'
on these bitches on the lake, not tryin' to
hit it, it's been a minute, but I'm [Gm] still up in it
doin' my [Dm] thang, I'll never quit, and
that's my [Cm] word, in this game I remain.
I [Gm] remember
back [Dm] in the [Cm] days,
back in the days, when me and
the [Gm] homies was been kickin'
and [Dm] parlayin'
[Cm] all night long.
[Gm] Smokin'
was the [Dm] thing to [Cm] do,
was the thing to do,
[Gm] me and the homeboys
actin' like [Dm] some fools.
[Cm]
I'll
take it here and hold it [Gm] in, then I'll sit
and [Dm] reminisce about the [Cm] shit that I done
been in, and I ain't been in St.
Clint, but
don't mean [Gm] I ain't been in prison from these cops
that be [Dm] trippin', to these hoes that I be
[Cm] stickin', to that liquor that I be sippin',
got me [Gm] makin' decisions I can't regret,
but [Dm] yeah, all these [Cm] penitentiary
chances got me drippin' in sweat,
makin' bets with my [Gm] life, but if I
die tonight, [Dm] I'll come back and do it
[Cm] twice, northside life ain't nothin' nice,
[Gm] surprised I made it through, my wife been
tall from my [Dm] lip, comin' [Cm] fully equipped,
with a full clip and no fingerprints,
and it's a [Gm] trip, it's spread, all my homies
are gone, [Eb] I can't do shit, can't do
[Cm] shit, take the hits of the bomb, it's
been a long time, [Gm] that my boy Snoop
been [Dm] walkin' on that [Cm] main line,
since I chill and wrote my last
rhyme, [Gm] ayo, Joan, won't you pass
me that [F] bug, cause it's moments like
this, [Cm] I feel like gettin' real fucked up I [Gm] remember
back [Dm] in the [Cm] days
back in the days, when me and
those homies [Gm] used to kick
it and [Dm] parlay
[Cm] all night long
[D] [Gm] smokin'
was the [Dm] thing to do, [Cm] it was
the thing to do
[Gm] me and those homeboys actin'
like [Bb] some fools
[Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Eb] [Cm] back in the days
[Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Eb] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] back in the days
back in the days
back in the days
[Cm] [Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[D] [Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
Do you [Gm] remember?
[Dm] Like this.
[Cm] Back in the day.
I haven't washed my [Gm] cats in four days.
But they black so you [Dm] can't see the [Cm] dirt.
I'm kinda grimy like that.
You can kindly step back and [Gm] disperse
if you ain't feelin' me.
[Dm] No hard feelings
as long as [Cm] you keep it real with me.
Not too much appeal to me, but [Gm] if I
want it, I'ma get it.
[Dm] And if it can [Eb] be
divided [Cm] with the homies, I'ma split it
just the way that I was raised.
[Gm] Quick to get punished if I [F] didn't share.
Even if I [Cm] brought it myself, my mother
didn't care.
[Gm] But she couldn't stop
me from packin' straps and [Dm] boo-ing dirt.
She [Cm] tried her best but finally accepted it.
Although I heard that [Gm] I got his grip
on this man at a [Dm] young age.
Scrapin' chains to [Cm] get a spot, but man, those
were the fun days.
And if I was [Gm] broke,
I'd still do forties at a [Dm] barn fair
and drink them in the [Cm] alleyway.
Back when
I had long hair, many things [Gm] changed.
And I miss a lot of [Dm] old friends,
but nothing comes [Cm] between me and my family
that I've chose. I [Gm] remember
back [Dm] in the [Cm] days
back in the days
when me and the [Gm] homies used to
kick it and [Dm] parlay
[Cm] all night long.
[Gm] Smokin'
was the [Dm] thing to do.
[Cm] was the thing to do.
[Gm] Me and those homeboys
actin' like [Dm] some fools.
[Cm] acting like some fools.
It seems that things will never [Gm] change, so it's time
to make the [Dm] best of it.
[Cm] Drink up the liquor
and get the cognac buzzin' and you know
we love to gather up them [Gm] homies, get them
highlanders on their [Eb] way.
We bump the oldies
merry [Cm] wells in that old school Marvin Gaye.
We gonna take it back to the [Gm] days when we was
little [Dm] knuckleheads, lookin' [Cm] up to the
OG gangsters, doin' crazy shit we did.
Now the [Gm] early days, smokin' dank,
flamed up packin' [F] shanks, walkin' around the
Yacht [Cm] Buchanan block with a mug up on my face.
Posted [Gm] up at Bottoms Up, askin'
spot to buy a [Dm] drink, and if I [Cm] give you
five rounds, better bring my fuckin' chains.
Oldies [Gm] to the brim with daddy thangs,
don't worry about my [Dm] ends, mind focused
on my [Cm] gang, let it bang on me and my
friends, get [Gm] together, rain or shine in any
weather, we gon' [Dm] kick it.
[Cm] Pullin'
on these bitches on the lake, not tryin' to
hit it, it's been a minute, but I'm [Gm] still up in it
doin' my [Dm] thang, I'll never quit, and
that's my [Cm] word, in this game I remain.
I [Gm] remember
back [Dm] in the [Cm] days,
back in the days, when me and
the [Gm] homies was been kickin'
and [Dm] parlayin'
[Cm] all night long.
[Gm] Smokin'
was the [Dm] thing to [Cm] do,
was the thing to do,
[Gm] me and the homeboys
actin' like [Dm] some fools.
[Cm]
I'll
take it here and hold it [Gm] in, then I'll sit
and [Dm] reminisce about the [Cm] shit that I done
been in, and I ain't been in St.
Clint, but
don't mean [Gm] I ain't been in prison from these cops
that be [Dm] trippin', to these hoes that I be
[Cm] stickin', to that liquor that I be sippin',
got me [Gm] makin' decisions I can't regret,
but [Dm] yeah, all these [Cm] penitentiary
chances got me drippin' in sweat,
makin' bets with my [Gm] life, but if I
die tonight, [Dm] I'll come back and do it
[Cm] twice, northside life ain't nothin' nice,
[Gm] surprised I made it through, my wife been
tall from my [Dm] lip, comin' [Cm] fully equipped,
with a full clip and no fingerprints,
and it's a [Gm] trip, it's spread, all my homies
are gone, [Eb] I can't do shit, can't do
[Cm] shit, take the hits of the bomb, it's
been a long time, [Gm] that my boy Snoop
been [Dm] walkin' on that [Cm] main line,
since I chill and wrote my last
rhyme, [Gm] ayo, Joan, won't you pass
me that [F] bug, cause it's moments like
this, [Cm] I feel like gettin' real fucked up I [Gm] remember
back [Dm] in the [Cm] days
back in the days, when me and
those homies [Gm] used to kick
it and [Dm] parlay
[Cm] all night long
[D] [Gm] smokin'
was the [Dm] thing to do, [Cm] it was
the thing to do
[Gm] me and those homeboys actin'
like [Bb] some fools
[Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Eb] [Cm] back in the days
[Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Eb] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] back in the days
back in the days
back in the days
[Cm] [Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
[Gm] [Dm] [Cm]
Key:
Gm
Cm
Dm
Eb
F
Gm
Cm
Dm
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_ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Cm] _ _
[D] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ [Cm] _ _
Do you [Gm] remember?
_ [Dm] Like this.
[Cm] Back in the day.
I haven't washed my [Gm] cats in four days.
But they black so you [Dm] can't see the [Cm] dirt.
I'm kinda grimy like that.
You can kindly step back and [Gm] disperse
if you ain't feelin' me.
[Dm] No hard feelings
as long as [Cm] you keep it real with me.
Not too much appeal to me, but [Gm] if I
want it, I'ma get it.
[Dm] And if it can [Eb] be
divided [Cm] with the homies, I'ma split it
just the way that I was raised.
[Gm] Quick to get punished if I [F] didn't share.
Even if I [Cm] brought it myself, my mother
didn't care.
[Gm] But she couldn't stop
me from packin' straps and [Dm] boo-ing dirt.
She [Cm] tried her best but finally accepted it.
Although I heard that [Gm] I got his grip
on this man at a [Dm] young age.
Scrapin' chains to [Cm] get a spot, but man, those
were the fun days.
And if I was [Gm] broke,
I'd still do forties at a [Dm] barn fair
and drink them in the [Cm] alleyway.
Back when
I had long hair, many things [Gm] changed.
And I miss a lot of [Dm] old friends,
but nothing comes [Cm] between me and my family
that I've chose. I [Gm] remember
back [Dm] in the [Cm] days
back in the days
when me and the [Gm] homies used to
kick it and [Dm] parlay
[Cm] all night long.
_ [Gm] Smokin'
was the [Dm] thing to do.
[Cm] was the thing to do.
[Gm] Me and those homeboys
actin' like [Dm] some fools.
[Cm] acting like some fools.
It seems that things will never [Gm] change, so it's time
to make the [Dm] best of it.
[Cm] Drink up the liquor
and get the cognac buzzin' and you know
we love to gather up them [Gm] homies, get them
highlanders on their [Eb] way.
We bump the oldies
merry [Cm] wells in that old school Marvin Gaye.
We gonna take it back to the [Gm] days when we was
little [Dm] knuckleheads, lookin' [Cm] up to the
OG gangsters, doin' crazy shit we did.
Now the [Gm] early days, smokin' dank,
flamed up packin' [F] shanks, walkin' around the
Yacht [Cm] Buchanan block with a mug up on my face.
Posted [Gm] up at Bottoms Up, askin'
spot to buy a [Dm] drink, and if I [Cm] give you
five rounds, better bring my fuckin' chains.
Oldies [Gm] to the brim with daddy thangs,
don't worry about my [Dm] ends, mind focused
on my [Cm] gang, let it bang on me and my
friends, get [Gm] together, rain or shine in any
weather, we gon' [Dm] kick it.
[Cm] Pullin'
on these bitches on the lake, not tryin' to
hit it, it's been a minute, but I'm [Gm] still up in it
doin' my [Dm] thang, I'll never quit, and
that's my [Cm] word, in this game I remain.
I [Gm] remember
back [Dm] in the [Cm] days,
back in the days, when me and
the [Gm] homies was been kickin'
and [Dm] parlayin'
[Cm] all night long.
_ [Gm] Smokin'
was the [Dm] thing to [Cm] do,
was the thing to do,
[Gm] me and the homeboys
actin' like [Dm] some fools.
[Cm] _
I'll
take it here and hold it [Gm] in, then I'll sit
and [Dm] reminisce about the [Cm] shit that I done
been in, and I ain't been in St.
Clint, but
don't mean [Gm] I ain't been in prison from these cops
that be [Dm] trippin', to these hoes that I be
[Cm] stickin', to that liquor that I be sippin',
got me [Gm] makin' decisions I can't regret,
but [Dm] yeah, all these [Cm] penitentiary
chances got me drippin' in sweat,
makin' bets with my [Gm] life, but if I
die tonight, [Dm] I'll come back and do it
[Cm] twice, northside life ain't nothin' nice,
[Gm] surprised I made it through, my wife been
tall from my [Dm] lip, comin' [Cm] fully equipped,
with a full clip and no fingerprints,
and it's a [Gm] trip, it's spread, all my homies
are gone, [Eb] I can't do shit, can't do
[Cm] shit, take the hits of the bomb, it's
been a long time, [Gm] that my boy Snoop
been [Dm] walkin' on that [Cm] main line,
since I chill and wrote my last
rhyme, [Gm] ayo, Joan, won't you pass
me that [F] bug, cause it's moments like
this, [Cm] I feel like gettin' real fucked up I [Gm] remember
back [Dm] in the [Cm] days
back in the days, when me and
those homies [Gm] used to kick
it and [Dm] parlay
[Cm] all night long
[D] [Gm] smokin'
was the [Dm] thing to do, [Cm] it was
the thing to do
[Gm] me and those homeboys actin'
like [Bb] some fools
[Cm] _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ [Eb] [Cm] back in the days
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] back in the days
back in the days
back in the days
[Cm] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Cm] _ _
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[D] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ [Cm] _ _
Do you [Gm] remember?
_ [Dm] Like this.
[Cm] Back in the day.
I haven't washed my [Gm] cats in four days.
But they black so you [Dm] can't see the [Cm] dirt.
I'm kinda grimy like that.
You can kindly step back and [Gm] disperse
if you ain't feelin' me.
[Dm] No hard feelings
as long as [Cm] you keep it real with me.
Not too much appeal to me, but [Gm] if I
want it, I'ma get it.
[Dm] And if it can [Eb] be
divided [Cm] with the homies, I'ma split it
just the way that I was raised.
[Gm] Quick to get punished if I [F] didn't share.
Even if I [Cm] brought it myself, my mother
didn't care.
[Gm] But she couldn't stop
me from packin' straps and [Dm] boo-ing dirt.
She [Cm] tried her best but finally accepted it.
Although I heard that [Gm] I got his grip
on this man at a [Dm] young age.
Scrapin' chains to [Cm] get a spot, but man, those
were the fun days.
And if I was [Gm] broke,
I'd still do forties at a [Dm] barn fair
and drink them in the [Cm] alleyway.
Back when
I had long hair, many things [Gm] changed.
And I miss a lot of [Dm] old friends,
but nothing comes [Cm] between me and my family
that I've chose. I [Gm] remember
back [Dm] in the [Cm] days
back in the days
when me and the [Gm] homies used to
kick it and [Dm] parlay
[Cm] all night long.
_ [Gm] Smokin'
was the [Dm] thing to do.
[Cm] was the thing to do.
[Gm] Me and those homeboys
actin' like [Dm] some fools.
[Cm] acting like some fools.
It seems that things will never [Gm] change, so it's time
to make the [Dm] best of it.
[Cm] Drink up the liquor
and get the cognac buzzin' and you know
we love to gather up them [Gm] homies, get them
highlanders on their [Eb] way.
We bump the oldies
merry [Cm] wells in that old school Marvin Gaye.
We gonna take it back to the [Gm] days when we was
little [Dm] knuckleheads, lookin' [Cm] up to the
OG gangsters, doin' crazy shit we did.
Now the [Gm] early days, smokin' dank,
flamed up packin' [F] shanks, walkin' around the
Yacht [Cm] Buchanan block with a mug up on my face.
Posted [Gm] up at Bottoms Up, askin'
spot to buy a [Dm] drink, and if I [Cm] give you
five rounds, better bring my fuckin' chains.
Oldies [Gm] to the brim with daddy thangs,
don't worry about my [Dm] ends, mind focused
on my [Cm] gang, let it bang on me and my
friends, get [Gm] together, rain or shine in any
weather, we gon' [Dm] kick it.
[Cm] Pullin'
on these bitches on the lake, not tryin' to
hit it, it's been a minute, but I'm [Gm] still up in it
doin' my [Dm] thang, I'll never quit, and
that's my [Cm] word, in this game I remain.
I [Gm] remember
back [Dm] in the [Cm] days,
back in the days, when me and
the [Gm] homies was been kickin'
and [Dm] parlayin'
[Cm] all night long.
_ [Gm] Smokin'
was the [Dm] thing to [Cm] do,
was the thing to do,
[Gm] me and the homeboys
actin' like [Dm] some fools.
[Cm] _
I'll
take it here and hold it [Gm] in, then I'll sit
and [Dm] reminisce about the [Cm] shit that I done
been in, and I ain't been in St.
Clint, but
don't mean [Gm] I ain't been in prison from these cops
that be [Dm] trippin', to these hoes that I be
[Cm] stickin', to that liquor that I be sippin',
got me [Gm] makin' decisions I can't regret,
but [Dm] yeah, all these [Cm] penitentiary
chances got me drippin' in sweat,
makin' bets with my [Gm] life, but if I
die tonight, [Dm] I'll come back and do it
[Cm] twice, northside life ain't nothin' nice,
[Gm] surprised I made it through, my wife been
tall from my [Dm] lip, comin' [Cm] fully equipped,
with a full clip and no fingerprints,
and it's a [Gm] trip, it's spread, all my homies
are gone, [Eb] I can't do shit, can't do
[Cm] shit, take the hits of the bomb, it's
been a long time, [Gm] that my boy Snoop
been [Dm] walkin' on that [Cm] main line,
since I chill and wrote my last
rhyme, [Gm] ayo, Joan, won't you pass
me that [F] bug, cause it's moments like
this, [Cm] I feel like gettin' real fucked up I [Gm] remember
back [Dm] in the [Cm] days
back in the days, when me and
those homies [Gm] used to kick
it and [Dm] parlay
[Cm] all night long
[D] [Gm] smokin'
was the [Dm] thing to do, [Cm] it was
the thing to do
[Gm] me and those homeboys actin'
like [Bb] some fools
[Cm] _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ [Eb] [Cm] back in the days
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_ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] back in the days
back in the days
back in the days
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