Chords for Cypress Hill - L.I.F.E. [Feat. Kokane]

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Cypress Hill - L.I.F.E. [Feat. Kokane] chords
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Once again, [F#] [Am] we're
[Em] back.
[E] [Am]
[Em] It's that big bass, [E] big chill, big chill.
[Am]
[Em] You know what [E] time it is.
[Am]
[Em] Eagle Eyes, yeah.
[Am] Cypress Hill, [Em] whatever color you're [E] in.
[Am]
[B] [Em] Eagle Eyes, yeah.
[Am] Cypress Hill [Em] advertising.
Advertising.
[B] [Em] What's up, I don't [Am] know nothing.
L [Em]-I-M-E.
Now here it is.
[Am] Why, why, why?
[Em] Stay away from the [Am] M-O-M-O-C-L-O-D-E-M-C.
Stealey, Puffy, [Em] Me, We.
[Am] Why, why, why?
[B] [Em] Never fucked like this, [E] but I smoke blunts like [Am] this.
People ask why you pull stunts like this.
[Em] Cause I believe in [E] doing what I gotta.
[Am] People don't understand [B] nada.
I [Em] might burn you as it [E] turns to a slaughter.
Your [Am] owner, nigga, back chilling.
The fuck got you [Em] water?
Pop dollar, pop collar, [Am] nigga.
Latin thugs are my [B] family love.
[Em] When the beginners get [E] pushed to the back of the [Am] pack.
Abandoned and left out without knowing.
[Em] We're at the top of the game, but you clock on the [Am] name.
But one day, they'll put us in the [Em] Walk of Fame.
They'll call our name, the recall of [Am] fame.
Eventually throw us in the Hall of [Em] Fame.
You know what the deal is.
You know what the [Am] deal is.
You know what the real is.
You [B] know what the [Em] deal is.
What's a mom that don't [Am] know nothing?
[Em] L-I-L-E.
[Am] Why, why, why?
[B] [Em] Stay away from the M [Am]-O-M-O-C-L-O-D-E-M-C.
Stealey, Puffy, [Em] Me, We.
[Am] Why, why, why?
[B] [Em] [Am]
[Em] [Am]
[Em] [E] [Am]
[E] [Am]
[B] [Em] [Am]
[E] Why, why, why?
[Am]
[B] [Em] Ooh, ooh, ooh, [E] ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
[Am] Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, [B] ooh, ooh.
[Em] I get mental.
This [E] here no pad and a [Am] pencil.
Pro microphone, my only utensil.
Attack the chat like [E] I got nothing to lose.
[Am] I test myself just to show [B] I'm through.
[Em] That's C-Y-P-R-E-S [Am]-S.
Got you funkin' out real damn.
Put it to the test and you will confess.
Soul Assassins is [B] the [Em] best.
Check it, homeboy.
[E] Got the spot crackin'.
[Am] Six LP for them thugged out [Em] legs.
Turn the heat up and keep it high.
[Am] Always give you more than you think [B] we got.
[Em] Freak the hip hop and the hot [Am] ride.
I'm on the mix shows and the K [Em]-Ride.
I first self [E]-titled, became an idol.
[Am] Back when the scene needed [B] something vital.
[Em] I [Am] sing about L-I-L-E.
[E] [Am] Why, why, why?
[B] [Em] So I stay away from the boom [Am]-a-clown MCs.
Steady put me with the L-I-L-E.
Why, why, why?
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Once again, [F#] _ _ [Am] we're _
_ [Em] back.
[E] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Em] It's that big bass, [E] big chill, big chill.
[Am] _ _ _
[Em] You know what [E] time it is.
_ [Am] _ _ _
[Em] Eagle Eyes, yeah.
[Am] _ Cypress Hill, [Em] whatever color you're [E] in.
_ [Am] _ _ _
[B] [Em] Eagle Eyes, yeah.
[Am] _ Cypress Hill [Em] _ advertising.
_ _ Advertising.
[B] _ [Em] _ What's up, I don't [Am] know nothing.
L [Em]-I-M-E.
Now here it is.
[Am] Why, why, why? _
[Em] _ _ Stay away from the [Am] M-O-M-O-C-L-O-D-E-M-C.
Stealey, Puffy, [Em] Me, We.
_ [Am] Why, why, why? _
[B] [Em] Never fucked like this, [E] but I smoke blunts like [Am] this.
People ask why you pull stunts like this.
[Em] Cause I believe in [E] doing what I gotta.
[Am] People don't understand [B] nada.
I [Em] might burn you as it [E] turns to a slaughter.
Your [Am] owner, nigga, back chilling.
The fuck got you [Em] water?
Pop dollar, pop collar, [Am] nigga.
Latin thugs are my [B] family love.
[Em] When the beginners get [E] pushed to the back of the [Am] pack.
Abandoned and left out without knowing.
[Em] We're at the top of the game, but you clock on the [Am] name.
But one day, they'll put us in the [Em] Walk of Fame.
They'll call our name, the recall of [Am] fame.
Eventually throw us in the Hall of [Em] Fame.
You know what the deal is.
You know what the [Am] deal is.
You know what the real is.
You [B] know what the [Em] deal is.
What's a mom that don't [Am] know nothing?
[Em] L-I-L-E.
_ [Am] Why, why, why? _
[B] _ [Em] _ Stay away from the M [Am]-O-M-O-C-L-O-D-E-M-C.
Stealey, Puffy, [Em] Me, We.
_ [Am] Why, why, why? _
[B] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
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[Em] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
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[B] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [E] Why, why, why?
_ [Am] _ _ _
[B] _ [Em] Ooh, ooh, ooh, [E] ooh, ooh, _ ooh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
[Am] Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, [B] ooh, ooh.
[Em] I get mental.
This [E] here no pad and a [Am] pencil.
Pro microphone, my only utensil.
Attack the chat like [E] I got nothing to lose.
[Am] I test myself just to show [B] I'm through.
[Em] That's C-Y-P-R-E-S [Am]-S.
Got you funkin' out real damn.
Put it to the test and you will confess.
Soul Assassins is [B] the [Em] best.
Check it, homeboy.
[E] Got the spot crackin'.
[Am] Six LP for them thugged out [Em] legs.
Turn the heat up and keep it high.
[Am] Always give you more than you think [B] we got.
[Em] Freak the hip hop and the hot [Am] ride.
I'm on the mix shows and the K [Em]-Ride.
I first self [E]-titled, became an idol.
[Am] Back when the scene needed [B] something vital.
[Em] I _ _ [Am] sing about L-I-L-E.
[E] _ [Am] Why, why, why? _
[B] _ [Em] So I stay away from the boom [Am]-a-clown MCs.
Steady put me with the L-I-L-E.
Why, why, why? _
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