EPMD - You Gots To Chill (Official Music Video) Chords

You gots to chill.
Chill, chill, chill.
Pick your girl.
She said, I love you.
_ _ She _ said, I love you.
She said, I love you.
She said, [F#] I love [N] you.
_ [F#] I love you. _
[C#] Relax [F#] your mind.
[C#] Let's the car be free.
And get down to the sound of your [E] BMG.
But you should keep quiet while the [F#] MC raps.
But if you're tired, then go [N] take a nap.
Take a nap.
Stay awake and watch the show I take.
Because right now, I'm about to shake and bang.
D-E-I-C-K is my name.
I spell things to [F#] the clientele.
Yo, I [C#] rock raw.
I'm not an MC who's talking all [Em] that junk about who
can be who.
Sound [F#] like a punk.
I just get down and I go for my Saint Judd one, two.
One, two, [C#] one, now.
To the Irish [F#] of C.
I'm known as the Terminator.
Terminator.
Moved up through Jackson.
Destroying a pool when you're riding a bull.
Never sweating your girl's wide pants.
But she's a ski joint.
When I'm on the scene, I'm on the spot.
I grab the stool with the crown.
I'm top in the beginning.
I like to let my rhymes flow.
And at 12, I press cruise [C#] control.
Sit back [F#m] and relax.
Let my rhymes pack.
Maintain a speed [C#] while I double [F#] each.
Always calm under pressure.
No need to act low.
Listen when I talk.
Boy, [C#] [F#] you got some stuff.
I _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ [F#] _ _ _
[C#] be the person that can put the information on racks.
I got the beyond demarcuses.
I make your [N] toes snap.
I format the rhyme step by step.
Make them [F#] sound draft to maintain [C#m] my rap.
Prepare [N] to come off in case of a ditch.
Not worried about a thing.
[F] Sweet kazoos.
I got torn up by a yard.
Just by standing [F#] still.
Make a lady scream and shout while the birds that get it.
Take total control of your body and soul.
Pac-9 and my pants when I'm stompin' on the floor.
I'm the P-W-M-D-E-E.
And one thing I hate is the bite in [C#] the teeth.
When I enter the parlor, suckers always form a line.
Then they eat the way up and try to bite [F#] my line.
I did thousands of shows.
Fish many pieces.
And do a new jack on the one to one basis.
But every now and then a sucker empty gets courageous.
And like an epidemic, it becomes contagious.
Whenever the least, they all R-I-P.
Ballers underwear means rest [C#] in pieces indeed.
Stand some [C] microphone, doctor in the capital P.
Capital M.
Capital D.
No doubt, G [F#]-Rocker.
Don't like to get ill, but if I have to, [C#] I can.
So believe me, boy.
You [F#m] gots to [C#] chill.
[D] _
_ [Cm] _ [C#m] _ _ [F] _ [F#m] _ [G#] _ [A] _
[Fm] _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ [N] _ _ _
_ DJ is one. _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [C#m] [B] Catch every word I'm saying.
No, it's [G] no delaying.
Don't hesitate to motivate the crowd.
I'm not playing.
[F#] I'm not playing.
Just believe me.
You catch [C#m] my drift.
I'm trying to empty out because I'm just too swole.
How swole?
I'm so swole, that's a natural fact.
I'm [F] like Zorro.
I'm like P-E-N-G.
I'm a bass.
I [F#] don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords.
The [N] only weapon is my rapping sword.
Intimidate them seeds with the tone of my vocal throat.
When I'm fishing on the microphone.
Cause I'm the funky rhyme big guy.
MC on the takeoff.
The one who like to match me last.
And when it's time, it's your diggum smell.
I keep the hands clapping.
Finger snapping from tapping.
When it's time to roll, woozy patrols.
You soar.
PMD, the mic's my only approach.
And through the course of the party,
I kill again and again.
So if you're thinking about blowing,
you better come [F#] for good.
Come with your shoes and your army [A] gear.
You gots to chill. _ _ _ _ _ _