Chords for EST Gee - Riata Dada (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
108.3 bpm
Chords used:
E
F#
F
G
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Man, that shit pregnant, ain't eatin' nothin' like a rebel.
Niggas in the streets of San Jose, man.
I'm the real thing.
[B] Yeah, [E] I can't vouch for them, but they can vouch for me.
Legend Oriada's daughter came up selling Hank and Lee.
I can't make no ops, and I just looked dead,
but I can't make no bs.
I can't make a right, and I ain't fightin'
when a gun fight with a steak knife.
Police or an AP helicopter try to stop us,
cause I'm gonna yank, bruh.
When I'm [F] moving, the choppers seem like [E] the oper-
I sent a bitch nigga to the doctor.
I was trying to stop you, but all that shit you talk make it impossible
You just have them semi-spit like I run on citizen, ain't no coppin'
If I wasn't niffin', I'd probably been inside with the Judge Zamo
[F] When I'm thuggin', then I'm [E] shinin', fuck with Coke, I roll with Gotti
When he made me, I had 60, I was sick and stuffed in my pocket
[F] Before I sat at mid, [E] and all my partners, Damage Kings and Walrus, came to my office
Only difference is we seem served with what I post
The MSQD's clocked, and I watch bloods and drop it in the locker
Paying white cops, pottin' a nigga's snakes, but I'm a man of the condo
Now I'm in shrap, proper, one more with the cut and the handjobs
I made it, mama, couldn't save you first, you know I'm sorry
Bitch, you hypnotized me, only thing that psyched me is a body
He be actin' cocky like we ain't shootin' him when he's with his mama
This a block, I be the mollapod that people [B] look at as Honda
They recruitin', [F#] we the monk, they shoot a fuck up their lil' roster
I was rockin' chronic till I got a book, I'm hooked on phonics
I'm a Fendi scholar, hit a true three times and it's still proper
Got [G] that strong white [F#] college bachelor boxer, Ivan Draga
That I really need a streets alone to rap, I ain't decided
[G] Hit your pot on the top, you [F#] squirmin' jerk like fish is out of water
I ain't got a vice, you see the trap, you pray you make it [G] out of it
I had some niggas nice, can't let him [F#] sneak me twice, I got a water
I'ma take your mo' turn off your phone, we finna slap
Pop my yop, they be wildin' till we hit they blocks
And niggas playin' posh, niggas ballin' like we ain't takin' souls
And puttin' them with my mama, it don't pass me at no shows
I got my gun, now I get hot, I can't get no other way
We cut our blacks and sip her all out the fryer
Don't cry, I'm up, she giddy, ready, you not get it, nah
When the sound of these play, put you back to hell, you fat, Chris on redondo
Now John pulls up with a six-lug, get my dick sucked like
[C#] Condo, condo, bitch nigga, 5500 Mayman EST, bitch, jump off stage
[N]
Niggas in the streets of San Jose, man.
I'm the real thing.
[B] Yeah, [E] I can't vouch for them, but they can vouch for me.
Legend Oriada's daughter came up selling Hank and Lee.
I can't make no ops, and I just looked dead,
but I can't make no bs.
I can't make a right, and I ain't fightin'
when a gun fight with a steak knife.
Police or an AP helicopter try to stop us,
cause I'm gonna yank, bruh.
When I'm [F] moving, the choppers seem like [E] the oper-
I sent a bitch nigga to the doctor.
I was trying to stop you, but all that shit you talk make it impossible
You just have them semi-spit like I run on citizen, ain't no coppin'
If I wasn't niffin', I'd probably been inside with the Judge Zamo
[F] When I'm thuggin', then I'm [E] shinin', fuck with Coke, I roll with Gotti
When he made me, I had 60, I was sick and stuffed in my pocket
[F] Before I sat at mid, [E] and all my partners, Damage Kings and Walrus, came to my office
Only difference is we seem served with what I post
The MSQD's clocked, and I watch bloods and drop it in the locker
Paying white cops, pottin' a nigga's snakes, but I'm a man of the condo
Now I'm in shrap, proper, one more with the cut and the handjobs
I made it, mama, couldn't save you first, you know I'm sorry
Bitch, you hypnotized me, only thing that psyched me is a body
He be actin' cocky like we ain't shootin' him when he's with his mama
This a block, I be the mollapod that people [B] look at as Honda
They recruitin', [F#] we the monk, they shoot a fuck up their lil' roster
I was rockin' chronic till I got a book, I'm hooked on phonics
I'm a Fendi scholar, hit a true three times and it's still proper
Got [G] that strong white [F#] college bachelor boxer, Ivan Draga
That I really need a streets alone to rap, I ain't decided
[G] Hit your pot on the top, you [F#] squirmin' jerk like fish is out of water
I ain't got a vice, you see the trap, you pray you make it [G] out of it
I had some niggas nice, can't let him [F#] sneak me twice, I got a water
I'ma take your mo' turn off your phone, we finna slap
Pop my yop, they be wildin' till we hit they blocks
And niggas playin' posh, niggas ballin' like we ain't takin' souls
And puttin' them with my mama, it don't pass me at no shows
I got my gun, now I get hot, I can't get no other way
We cut our blacks and sip her all out the fryer
Don't cry, I'm up, she giddy, ready, you not get it, nah
When the sound of these play, put you back to hell, you fat, Chris on redondo
Now John pulls up with a six-lug, get my dick sucked like
[C#] Condo, condo, bitch nigga, 5500 Mayman EST, bitch, jump off stage
[N]
Key:
E
F#
F
G
B
E
F#
F
_ _ _ _ _ Man, that shit pregnant, ain't eatin' nothin' like a rebel.
_ Niggas in the streets of San Jose, man.
_ I'm the real thing.
[B] Yeah, [E] I can't vouch for them, but they can vouch for me.
Legend Oriada's daughter came up selling Hank and Lee.
I can't make no ops, and I just looked dead,
but I can't make no bs.
I can't make a right, and I ain't fightin'
when a gun fight with a steak knife.
Police or an AP helicopter try to stop us,
cause I'm gonna yank, bruh.
When I'm [F] moving, the choppers seem like [E] the oper-
I sent a bitch nigga to the doctor.
I was trying to stop you, but all that shit you talk make it impossible
You just have them semi-spit like I run on citizen, ain't no coppin'
If I wasn't niffin', I'd probably been inside with the Judge Zamo
[F] When I'm thuggin', then I'm [E] shinin', fuck with Coke, I roll with Gotti
When he made me, I had 60, I was sick and stuffed in my pocket
[F] Before I sat at mid, [E] and all my partners, Damage Kings and Walrus, came to my office
Only difference is we seem served with what I post
The MSQD's clocked, and I watch bloods and drop it in the locker
Paying white cops, pottin' a nigga's snakes, but I'm a man of the condo
Now I'm in shrap, proper, one more with the cut and the handjobs
I made it, mama, couldn't save you first, you know I'm sorry
Bitch, you hypnotized me, only thing that psyched me is a body
He be actin' cocky like we ain't shootin' him when he's with his mama
This a block, I be the mollapod that people [B] look at as Honda
They recruitin', [F#] we the monk, they shoot a fuck up their lil' roster
I was rockin' chronic till I got a book, I'm hooked on phonics
I'm a Fendi scholar, hit a true three times and it's still proper
Got [G] that strong white [F#] college bachelor boxer, Ivan Draga
That I really need a streets alone to rap, I ain't decided
[G] Hit your pot on the top, you [F#] squirmin' jerk like fish is out of water
I ain't got a vice, you see the trap, you pray you make it [G] out of it
I had some niggas nice, can't let him [F#] sneak me twice, I got a water
I'ma take your mo' turn off your phone, we finna slap
Pop my yop, they be wildin' till we hit they blocks
And niggas playin' posh, niggas ballin' like we ain't takin' souls
And puttin' them with my mama, it don't pass me at no shows
I got my gun, now I get hot, I can't get no other way
We cut our blacks and sip her all out the fryer
Don't cry, I'm up, she giddy, ready, you not get it, nah
When the sound of these play, put you back to hell, you fat, Chris on redondo
Now John pulls up with a six-lug, get my dick sucked like
[C#] Condo, condo, bitch nigga, 5500 Mayman EST, bitch, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ jump off stage
_ _ [N] _
_ Niggas in the streets of San Jose, man.
_ I'm the real thing.
[B] Yeah, [E] I can't vouch for them, but they can vouch for me.
Legend Oriada's daughter came up selling Hank and Lee.
I can't make no ops, and I just looked dead,
but I can't make no bs.
I can't make a right, and I ain't fightin'
when a gun fight with a steak knife.
Police or an AP helicopter try to stop us,
cause I'm gonna yank, bruh.
When I'm [F] moving, the choppers seem like [E] the oper-
I sent a bitch nigga to the doctor.
I was trying to stop you, but all that shit you talk make it impossible
You just have them semi-spit like I run on citizen, ain't no coppin'
If I wasn't niffin', I'd probably been inside with the Judge Zamo
[F] When I'm thuggin', then I'm [E] shinin', fuck with Coke, I roll with Gotti
When he made me, I had 60, I was sick and stuffed in my pocket
[F] Before I sat at mid, [E] and all my partners, Damage Kings and Walrus, came to my office
Only difference is we seem served with what I post
The MSQD's clocked, and I watch bloods and drop it in the locker
Paying white cops, pottin' a nigga's snakes, but I'm a man of the condo
Now I'm in shrap, proper, one more with the cut and the handjobs
I made it, mama, couldn't save you first, you know I'm sorry
Bitch, you hypnotized me, only thing that psyched me is a body
He be actin' cocky like we ain't shootin' him when he's with his mama
This a block, I be the mollapod that people [B] look at as Honda
They recruitin', [F#] we the monk, they shoot a fuck up their lil' roster
I was rockin' chronic till I got a book, I'm hooked on phonics
I'm a Fendi scholar, hit a true three times and it's still proper
Got [G] that strong white [F#] college bachelor boxer, Ivan Draga
That I really need a streets alone to rap, I ain't decided
[G] Hit your pot on the top, you [F#] squirmin' jerk like fish is out of water
I ain't got a vice, you see the trap, you pray you make it [G] out of it
I had some niggas nice, can't let him [F#] sneak me twice, I got a water
I'ma take your mo' turn off your phone, we finna slap
Pop my yop, they be wildin' till we hit they blocks
And niggas playin' posh, niggas ballin' like we ain't takin' souls
And puttin' them with my mama, it don't pass me at no shows
I got my gun, now I get hot, I can't get no other way
We cut our blacks and sip her all out the fryer
Don't cry, I'm up, she giddy, ready, you not get it, nah
When the sound of these play, put you back to hell, you fat, Chris on redondo
Now John pulls up with a six-lug, get my dick sucked like
[C#] Condo, condo, bitch nigga, 5500 Mayman EST, bitch, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ jump off stage
_ _ [N] _