Chords for Eazy-E ft. 2Pac, The Game - How We Do ReMiX

Tempo:
130.75 bpm
Chords used:

Em

G

C

Am

F

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Eazy-E ft. 2Pac, The Game - How We Do ReMiX chords
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I mean, Jay's the evil one.
[E] [Em]
[C] [Em]
[G]
[Em]
[C] [Am] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] I'm a big [Am] [Em] man.
I'm a man.
Send my dough on [C] mofo.
That's how it is and [Em] that's how it goes.
Act like you know when I creep real [G] slow.
Giving love to them players that I [Em] know is real.
Steal, steal, steal.
Since a nigga was a seed, only thing promised [G] to me was to play the titular.
Still ballin', ridin' on these niggas cause they lame.
In a [G] 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this [Em] game.
Can you feel me?
Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga.
[G] Before the sun rise, quicker than the [Em] drug dealers.
Tell me if it's on.
Nigga, that we first [G] upon, bust on these bitch made.
[Am] We can sit em up.
[Em] Westside.
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga.
[G] Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I [Em] smoke niggas.
I love my females crack.
The fucker [G] from the back, I get my cover seats.
[Em] California swimmer, back, ridin'.
Pass by while these niggas [G] wonder why.
I got shopper dick and block.
Let em see who's [Em] next to thug.
Did I cry?
Hell nah, nigga, tears shed.
[C] For all my homies in the damn.
Many fears, [Em] damn nigga, still want me.
East, east, south, blue, [G] blue.
We make a move and act a [Em] fool while we up in the club.
This, this, how [G] we do.
Nobody do it like we do [Em] it so forceful.
This, this, how [G] we do.
We make a move and act [Em] a fool while we up in the club.
This, this, how we [G] do.
[C] Nobody do it like we [Em] do it so forceful.
Everybody wanna see a stand.
[Ab] We murdered on the front page.
Got the death bullets [Em] to the head.
Niggas holler out my name in a similar [F] way.
Motherfuckers [C] know I'm coming, so they [Em] run into they jaywalks.
Smooth band with my nigga from the [C] band.
Don't give a fuck where you [Em] carry niggas at.
Keep pumping, ain't worried [C] about nothing.
Bust a story with 20, so we loaded.
[Em] Keep pumping.
I'm bumping with a [G] quickness.
And they got no cure for [Em] this sickness.
I get paid for the way that I kick this.
[C] Like a G-Star, an [Em] OG-Star.
A real playin' ain't easy.
And I [G] live my life straight crazy.
Don't need no bum fools paying [C] me.
And broke groupies and hoochies [Em] don't phase me.
I take two steps back and release myself.
[Fm] To put platinum and gold on a [Em] record shelf.
I don't brag, but I sell it like it's straight [C]-up biz.
Before you do it, let your partner handle [Em] your business.
And don't get caught slipping all [G] the under.
Or you might wonder, [Em] what's up on them ends, G?
I call a spade a spade and get [C] paid.
G shows the way, so I [Em] give my band.
I'ma throw big toners on that cherry [G] six-row.
White walls so cool, like I'm [Em] riding on Vogue.
Say one switch, man, that ass so [C] low.
Cali got niggas in New York riding on [Em] the Sprobes.
Touch me, please me, kiss me, [G] please me.
I give it to you just how you [Em] like it, girl.
You're now rocking with the best.
[C] Motown on my hip, gold chain on my [Em] chest.
50, uh, Bentley, [C] uh.
MK, man, got a nigga [Em] fresh out the slum.
Automatic gun, fuck a one [G]-on-one.
We're at punky-punk and it's [Em] nothing you done.
Homie, it's game time.
You ready?
[C] Here it come.
Call Lloyd Banks and get this [Em] motherfucker crunk.
It took two months, but 50 got [G] it done.
Signed with G on the head, [Em] niggas like, huh.
Don't try to front.
Holler your ass [G] slump.
Thinking I'm a punk.
Get your [Em] fucking head lumped.
50 got it done.
Ready?
[Cm] Here it come.
Gotta sit [Am] back, gotta get [Em] this.
Gotta meet my buck.
Read all the drama.
[G] Sell a sip on mud.
Read all [Em] my flow, sounds better than average.
I'm a savage, I [C] damage any nigga trying to front [Em] on my clique.
G, you lit, you lit.
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[G] [Em]
[Am]
[Em]
[G] [Em]
[Am] [Em]
[F]
Key:  
Em
121
G
2131
C
3211
Am
2311
F
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Em
121
G
2131
C
3211
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To learn 2Pac - (Nitty Remix) Still Ballin chords, your first step should be understanding these chords - Am, Em, Am, Em, C, G, E, Ab, A, Ab, Am and Ab in sequence. Use ChordU to start at a slow tempo and accelerate as you improve. To match your vocal range and chord inclination, adjust the capo in line with the key: C Major.

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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I mean, Jay's the evil one. _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ I'm a big [Am] _ [Em] man.
I'm a man.
Send my dough on [C] mofo.
That's how it is and [Em] that's how it goes.
Act like you know when I creep real [G] slow.
Giving love to them players that I [Em] know is real.
Steal, steal, steal.
Since a nigga was a seed, only thing promised [G] to me was to play the titular.
Still ballin', ridin' on these niggas cause they lame.
In a [G] 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this [Em] game.
Can you feel me?
Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga.
[G] Before the sun rise, quicker than the [Em] drug dealers.
Tell me if it's on.
Nigga, that we first [G] upon, bust on these bitch made.
[Am] We can sit em up.
[Em] Westside.
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga.
[G] Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I [Em] smoke niggas.
I love my females crack.
The fucker [G] from the back, I get my cover seats.
[Em] California swimmer, back, ridin'.
Pass by while these niggas [G] wonder why.
I got shopper dick and block.
Let em see who's [Em] next to thug.
Did I cry?
Hell nah, nigga, tears shed.
[C] For all my homies in the damn.
Many fears, [Em] damn nigga, still want me.
East, east, south, blue, [G] blue.
We make a move and act a [Em] fool while we up in the club.
This, this, how [G] we do.
Nobody do it like we do [Em] it so forceful.
This, this, how [G] we do.
We make a move and act [Em] a fool while we up in the club.
This, this, how we [G] do.
[C] Nobody do it like we [Em] do it so forceful.
_ Everybody wanna see a stand.
[Ab] We murdered on the front page.
Got the death bullets [Em] to the head.
Niggas holler out my name in a similar [F] way.
Motherfuckers [C] know I'm coming, so they [Em] run into they jaywalks.
Smooth band with my nigga from the [C] band.
Don't give a fuck where you [Em] carry niggas at.
Keep pumping, ain't worried [C] about nothing.
Bust a story with 20, so we loaded.
[Em] Keep pumping.
I'm bumping with a [G] quickness.
And they got no cure for [Em] this sickness.
I get paid for the way that I kick this.
[C] Like a G-Star, an [Em] OG-Star.
A real playin' ain't easy.
And I [G] live my life straight crazy.
Don't need no bum fools paying [C] me.
And broke groupies and hoochies [Em] don't phase me.
I take two steps back and release myself.
[Fm] To put platinum and gold on a [Em] record shelf.
I don't brag, but I sell it like it's straight [C]-up biz.
Before you do it, let your partner handle [Em] your business.
And don't get caught slipping all [G] the under.
Or you might wonder, [Em] what's up on them ends, G?
I call a spade a spade and get [C] paid.
G shows the way, so I [Em] give my band.
I'ma throw big toners on that cherry [G] six-row.
White walls so cool, like I'm [Em] riding on Vogue.
Say one switch, man, that ass so [C] low.
Cali got niggas in New York riding on [Em] the Sprobes.
Touch me, please me, kiss me, [G] please me.
I give it to you just how you [Em] like it, girl.
You're now rocking with the best.
[C] Motown on my hip, gold chain on my [Em] chest.
_ 50, uh, Bentley, [C] uh.
MK, man, got a nigga [Em] fresh out the slum.
Automatic gun, fuck a one [G]-on-one.
We're at punky-punk and it's [Em] nothing you done.
Homie, it's game time.
You ready?
[C] Here it come.
Call Lloyd Banks and get this [Em] motherfucker crunk.
It took two months, but 50 got [G] it done.
Signed with G on the head, [Em] niggas like, huh.
Don't try to front.
Holler your ass [G] slump.
Thinking I'm a punk.
Get your [Em] fucking head lumped.
50 got it done.
Ready?
[Cm] Here it come.
Gotta sit [Am] back, gotta get [Em] this.
Gotta meet my buck.
Read all the drama.
[G] Sell a sip on mud.
Read all [Em] my flow, sounds better than average.
I'm a savage, I [C] damage any nigga trying to front [Em] on my clique.
G, you lit, you lit.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _

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