Chords for EBK Bckdoe ft. EBK Jaaybo - 3 Little Birds (Exclusive Audio)
Tempo:
90.25 bpm
Chords used:
A
B
Bm
C#
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Yeah, put your records on,
[F#m] tell me your favorite song.
You go ahead, let your hair [A] down,
[C#m] I'm feeding cheese,
I hope you get your [G#] dreams.
Just go ahead, [Bm] let your hair [A] down.
Yeah,
[C#] [F#] put your records on,
tell me your favorite song.
[G#m] You go ahead, let your hair down.
I hope [A]
[B] you get your dreams.
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Three [C#] lil' birds,
talk to me at the same time.
[B] She miserable so she can't even get a [N] FaceTime.
I'm trying to focus [G#m] on putting my pride to the side.
Cause I feel if you disrespect me then you gotta die.
Big top, it's riding [F#m] around with federal cases.
Two braces, Brody out on federal probation.
I'm worn out from my arrest, [B] I know these niggas telling.
I know I said that I would change but I just couldn't help it.
I'm all in, no white flags, J-Bo fully rocking.
When the homie popped the homie, he was out [Bm] of pocket.
But blood turned into a bitch, and a [A] snitch,
so now it is what it is.
Try to keep a peace before we knock him down.
Been in [B] every corner to the south.
I thought he liked to speak his [Bm] self, he got a potty mouth.
[A] He freed Marley, I just [Bm] let my nigga hand it out.
He finna [C#m] pop another pill, I hate coming down.
[F#] Shuttle the max at a step, get drummer.
[B]
[C#] Cut it to the bitch to fuck with me, I need a band or something.
You can cash me out but I ain't finna hold your hand or nothing.
Still tripping and pitting, [A] I'm talking to the mic.
[E] Roll the wood, turn the beat on, trying to clear my mind.
They gave my lil' brother [C#] seven years, he doing half the time.
Sorry what I did when I was young.
I was kinda shy, he was kinda sly.
He started dropping dimes on some other [C#m] shit.
Real rat, he ain't certified.
He was eating [D#] cheese, real facts.
I was young, tote, known a gun that's real fat.
You was supposed to be my boy, but you [Bm] stabbed me in my back.
[A] Nigga, that ain't no [C#] brother shit.
Taught you how to step, show lil' [C#m] bro how to up the stick.
You a bummy [Bm] bitch with no cheese on some [Em] mummy shit.
When I touch my neck [A] ten, I might buy a Benz.
[C#] Black Benz, S550, all black ten.
Black Benz, S550, all black ten.
Black [B] Benz, S550, all black ten.
[N] [D#]
[E]
[C#m] [B] [F#]
[E]
[F#m] tell me your favorite song.
You go ahead, let your hair [A] down,
[C#m] I'm feeding cheese,
I hope you get your [G#] dreams.
Just go ahead, [Bm] let your hair [A] down.
Yeah,
[C#] [F#] put your records on,
tell me your favorite song.
[G#m] You go ahead, let your hair down.
I hope [A]
[B] you get your dreams.
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Three [C#] lil' birds,
talk to me at the same time.
[B] She miserable so she can't even get a [N] FaceTime.
I'm trying to focus [G#m] on putting my pride to the side.
Cause I feel if you disrespect me then you gotta die.
Big top, it's riding [F#m] around with federal cases.
Two braces, Brody out on federal probation.
I'm worn out from my arrest, [B] I know these niggas telling.
I know I said that I would change but I just couldn't help it.
I'm all in, no white flags, J-Bo fully rocking.
When the homie popped the homie, he was out [Bm] of pocket.
But blood turned into a bitch, and a [A] snitch,
so now it is what it is.
Try to keep a peace before we knock him down.
Been in [B] every corner to the south.
I thought he liked to speak his [Bm] self, he got a potty mouth.
[A] He freed Marley, I just [Bm] let my nigga hand it out.
He finna [C#m] pop another pill, I hate coming down.
[F#] Shuttle the max at a step, get drummer.
[B]
[C#] Cut it to the bitch to fuck with me, I need a band or something.
You can cash me out but I ain't finna hold your hand or nothing.
Still tripping and pitting, [A] I'm talking to the mic.
[E] Roll the wood, turn the beat on, trying to clear my mind.
They gave my lil' brother [C#] seven years, he doing half the time.
Sorry what I did when I was young.
I was kinda shy, he was kinda sly.
He started dropping dimes on some other [C#m] shit.
Real rat, he ain't certified.
He was eating [D#] cheese, real facts.
I was young, tote, known a gun that's real fat.
You was supposed to be my boy, but you [Bm] stabbed me in my back.
[A] Nigga, that ain't no [C#] brother shit.
Taught you how to step, show lil' [C#m] bro how to up the stick.
You a bummy [Bm] bitch with no cheese on some [Em] mummy shit.
When I touch my neck [A] ten, I might buy a Benz.
[C#] Black Benz, S550, all black ten.
Black Benz, S550, all black ten.
Black [B] Benz, S550, all black ten.
[N] [D#]
[E]
[C#m] [B] [F#]
[E]
Key:
A
B
Bm
C#
C#m
A
B
Bm
Yeah, put your records on,
[F#m] tell me your favorite song.
You go ahead, let your hair [A] down, _ _
[C#m] _ I'm feeding cheese,
I hope you get your [G#] dreams.
Just go ahead, [Bm] let your hair [A] down.
Yeah, _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] put your records on, _ _ _ _
_ _ tell me your favorite song.
[G#m] You go ahead, let your hair down.
I _ hope _ _ _ [A] _ _
[B] you get your dreams.
Just go ahead, _ _ _ let your hair down.
Three [C#] lil' birds,
talk to me at the same time.
[B] She miserable so she can't even get a [N] FaceTime.
I'm trying to focus [G#m] on putting my pride to the side.
Cause I feel if you disrespect me then you gotta die.
Big top, it's riding [F#m] around with federal cases.
Two braces, Brody out on federal probation.
I'm worn out from my arrest, [B] I know these niggas telling.
I know I said that I would change but I just couldn't help it.
I'm all in, no white flags, J-Bo fully rocking.
When the homie popped the homie, he was out [Bm] of pocket.
But blood turned into a bitch, and a [A] snitch,
so now it is what it is.
Try to keep a peace before we knock him down.
Been in [B] every corner to the south.
I thought he liked to speak his [Bm] self, he got a potty mouth.
[A] He freed Marley, I just [Bm] let my nigga hand it out.
He finna [C#m] pop another pill, I hate coming down.
[F#] Shuttle the max at a step, get drummer. _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[C#] Cut it to the bitch to fuck with me, I need a band or something.
You can cash me out but I ain't finna hold your hand or nothing.
Still tripping and pitting, [A] I'm talking to the mic.
[E] Roll the wood, turn the beat on, trying to clear my mind.
They gave my lil' brother [C#] seven years, he doing half the time.
Sorry what I did when I was young.
I was kinda shy, he was kinda sly.
He started dropping dimes on some other [C#m] shit.
Real rat, he ain't certified.
He was eating [D#] cheese, real facts.
I was young, tote, known a gun that's real fat.
You was supposed to be my boy, but you [Bm] stabbed me in my back.
[A] Nigga, that ain't no [C#] brother shit.
Taught you how to step, show lil' [C#m] bro how to up the stick.
You a bummy [Bm] bitch with no cheese on some [Em] mummy shit.
When I touch my neck [A] ten, I might buy a Benz.
[C#] Black Benz, S550, all black ten.
Black Benz, S550, all black ten.
Black [B] Benz, S550, all black ten.
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[F#m] tell me your favorite song.
You go ahead, let your hair [A] down, _ _
[C#m] _ I'm feeding cheese,
I hope you get your [G#] dreams.
Just go ahead, [Bm] let your hair [A] down.
Yeah, _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] put your records on, _ _ _ _
_ _ tell me your favorite song.
[G#m] You go ahead, let your hair down.
I _ hope _ _ _ [A] _ _
[B] you get your dreams.
Just go ahead, _ _ _ let your hair down.
Three [C#] lil' birds,
talk to me at the same time.
[B] She miserable so she can't even get a [N] FaceTime.
I'm trying to focus [G#m] on putting my pride to the side.
Cause I feel if you disrespect me then you gotta die.
Big top, it's riding [F#m] around with federal cases.
Two braces, Brody out on federal probation.
I'm worn out from my arrest, [B] I know these niggas telling.
I know I said that I would change but I just couldn't help it.
I'm all in, no white flags, J-Bo fully rocking.
When the homie popped the homie, he was out [Bm] of pocket.
But blood turned into a bitch, and a [A] snitch,
so now it is what it is.
Try to keep a peace before we knock him down.
Been in [B] every corner to the south.
I thought he liked to speak his [Bm] self, he got a potty mouth.
[A] He freed Marley, I just [Bm] let my nigga hand it out.
He finna [C#m] pop another pill, I hate coming down.
[F#] Shuttle the max at a step, get drummer. _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[C#] Cut it to the bitch to fuck with me, I need a band or something.
You can cash me out but I ain't finna hold your hand or nothing.
Still tripping and pitting, [A] I'm talking to the mic.
[E] Roll the wood, turn the beat on, trying to clear my mind.
They gave my lil' brother [C#] seven years, he doing half the time.
Sorry what I did when I was young.
I was kinda shy, he was kinda sly.
He started dropping dimes on some other [C#m] shit.
Real rat, he ain't certified.
He was eating [D#] cheese, real facts.
I was young, tote, known a gun that's real fat.
You was supposed to be my boy, but you [Bm] stabbed me in my back.
[A] Nigga, that ain't no [C#] brother shit.
Taught you how to step, show lil' [C#m] bro how to up the stick.
You a bummy [Bm] bitch with no cheese on some [Em] mummy shit.
When I touch my neck [A] ten, I might buy a Benz.
[C#] Black Benz, S550, all black ten.
Black Benz, S550, all black ten.
Black [B] Benz, S550, all black ten.
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _