Honeycomb Chords by Andre Nickatina, Mac Dre, Nocturnal Hustlers

Tempo:
80 bpm
Chords used:

Am

Dm

F

D

A

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Am] [F] [D] [Am]
[D] [Am] [F] [D] [Am] I'm such a diamondback sparrow, illegal [F] drugs in the barrel
Had [Dm] to shoot to keep [Am] it with its own arrow, making noise like slot [Dm] machines
And when I clocked this cream, [Am] I'ma get up in your mind
Rap Glocks and thangs and crash the party like a 5-0
[Dm] But I didn't come to [Am] break it up, I came to make the party way [F] more alive
[Am] Hostitution, fornication, [Dm] you've never seen [Am] an occupation like mine
Then the rhyme [Em] design, [Am] playing boy like I'm Liberace
Little [Dm] weak like [Am] kamikaze, see the bitches that really want me
Then [F] the niggas that never [Am] spot me, go heat like quarterback
Now [Dm] that's the water [Am] track, I gave you money for dope
You drink with quarterbacks, indica and everything
And [Dm] when the bell [Am] rang, it's like the 12th grade tiger
Man, [F] we gon' sell [Am] thangs, make trips to Hollywood [Dm] and Chicago
[Am] [D] Down in the Florida [Am] Keys and Morocco
My mother got a twin sister, then [Dm] if I see my [Am] mother's sister
I know it feels my mother [F] or my [Am] mother's sister
Ain't like a P210, [Dm] bullets that cut the [Am] wind
Brought up and born [A] in the church, been doing major [Am] sins
[D] On everything [A] I'm in, this [Dm] how I play to [Am] win
Just the sound of a lance, it makes a tiger cringe
[D] Cut your [Am] body, man, [Dm] Nicky, Mary, [Am] naughty, [D] naughty, naughty, [F] naughty, naughty
[Em] Then [Am] it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
You [Am] eat the hoop or wrap or get your glass [F] gone
[Am] Then it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
You [Am] bring a sack of crack to the drug zone
Then it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
[Am] Making cash so fast over a cell [F] phone
[Am] Then it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
You [Am] think it's joke [Dm] to crack [Am] on your money bone
My style is like a rifle, it's spitting [Dm] on rivals
[Am] And I put that on disciples in the [F] Bible, I'm [Am] spiteful
Of crooked hoes, crooked foes [Dm] and crooked [Am] crows
I play studios with nuclear thermal flow
Mouth running like a track, we know dignity [Dm] like [Am] Blackstreet
Lyric we be packing heat like jackers on [F] Backstreet
[Am] Suckers and starry [D] like a starry, [Am] we're hotter than [Dm] a safari
[Am] Talking shit like Charles Barkley off Fifth of the Cardi
Burning sacks like Bob Marley, hitting J's [Dm] like Iverson
[Am] Rhyming doper than Baca, then Trump booming [F] like a [Am] Tyson
With more nuts than murder, dog, we busting [Dm] like shotgun
[Am] Call me Tom [D] Cruise because I [Am] bomb fools like shotgun
I cover my ceilings with verses to keep [Dm] things under wraps
And [Am] my floors with A-Dash just to stay [F] on track
Get [Am] it cracking like pile drivers, the [Dm] microphone
[Am] MacGyver's desire to [D] stay higher [Am] than five skydivers
And the 5 [D]-0 creeps, they [Am] get shook [Dm] like hands
While [Am] we slide [D] out to the [Am] honeycomb hideout like champ
We write journals of [D] blazing burbles [Am] till our hands [Dm] turn purple
[Am] You'll get [D] jumped like hurdles [Am] by Nicki and Nocturnal
Then it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
You [Am] either hoop or rap or get your blasts [F] on
Man [Am] it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
When you [Am] bring a sack [Dm] from crack to [Am] the drug zone
Man it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
[Am] Making cash so fast over a cell [F] phone
Man [Am] it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
You [Am] think it's jokes, [Dm] you crack [Am] bro your money bomb
Man [Dm] it's the honeycomb, you get your money gone
You [Am] either hoop or rap or get your blasts on
Man it's the [D] honeycomb, you [Am] get your money [F] gone, you bring a sack [D] of crack to [A] the drug zone
Man [Am] it's the [Dm] honeycomb, you get your money gone, you making cash so fast [Am] over a cell phone
Man it's the [D] honeycomb, you [A] get your money [F] gone, you think it's jokes [D] to crack [Am] on your funny bone
I got spits like I had a thousand pairs [Dm] of lips
We [Am] never slip cause we know the bottom grip
[F] Don't trip, [Am] we're the opposite of sluts cause we never [Dm] give a fuck
[Am] Can't be crushed [D] when we both [Am] credential city on a rush
Cause I'll rock the songs, I'll rock a [Dm] microphone [Am] until the fights break
Gotten all the lights [F] turned on, it's getting rowdy [Dm] like bar fights
Know nothing but hard nights, [Am] in nocturnal huts and never bluff
Don't play my cards right, so [Dm] understand I'm the man of this
[Am] Steady choking, [D] always smoking [A] on the can [F] of piss
Like the bodies [D] in [A] cemeteries, we staying [Dm] underground
They [Am] talk, drop it [D] like it's hot, [Am] so I had to put it down
Man it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone, you [Am] either hoop or wrap but get your glass [F] on
Man [Am] it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone, you [Am] bring a sack [D] of crack to [Am] the drugs zone
Man it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone, you [Am] making cash so fast over a cell [F] phone
Man [Am] it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone, you [Am] think it's jokes [D] to crack on [C] your funny bone
[Am] [Dm] [Am] [F]
[Am] [Dm] [Am]
[Dm] [Am] [F]
[Am] [Dm] [Am] [G] [N]
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To learn Andre Nickatina, Mac Dre, Nocturnal Hustlers - Honeycomb chords, begin by getting comfortable with these sequence: F, Am, Dm, Am, D and Am. For a smooth transition, initiate your practice at 40 BPM and gradually match the song's pace of 80 BPM. Adapt the capo setting considering your vocal range, with reference to the key: A Minor.

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[Am] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [D] _ [Am] _ _
_ [D] _ [Am] _ [F] _ _ [D] _ [Am] I'm such a diamondback sparrow, illegal [F] drugs in the barrel
Had [Dm] to shoot to keep [Am] it with its own arrow, making noise like slot [Dm] machines
And when I clocked this cream, [Am] I'ma get up in your mind
Rap Glocks and thangs and crash the party like a 5-0
[Dm] But I didn't come to [Am] break it up, I came to make the party way [F] more alive
[Am] Hostitution, fornication, [Dm] you've never seen [Am] an occupation like mine
Then the rhyme [Em] design, [Am] playing boy like I'm Liberace
Little [Dm] weak like [Am] kamikaze, see the bitches that really want me
Then [F] the niggas that never [Am] spot me, go heat like quarterback
Now [Dm] that's the water [Am] track, I gave you money for dope
You drink with quarterbacks, indica and everything
And [Dm] when the bell [Am] rang, it's like the 12th grade tiger
Man, [F] we gon' sell [Am] thangs, make trips to Hollywood [Dm] and Chicago
[Am] [D] Down in the Florida [Am] Keys and Morocco
My mother got a twin sister, then [Dm] if I see my [Am] mother's sister
I know it feels my mother [F] or my [Am] mother's sister
Ain't like a P210, [Dm] bullets that cut the [Am] wind
Brought up and born [A] in the church, been doing major [Am] sins
[D] On everything [A] I'm in, this [Dm] how I play to [Am] win
Just the sound of a lance, it makes a tiger cringe
[D] Cut your [Am] body, man, [Dm] Nicky, Mary, [Am] naughty, [D] naughty, naughty, [F] naughty, naughty
[Em] Then [Am] it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
You [Am] eat the hoop or wrap or get your glass [F] gone
[Am] Then it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
You [Am] bring a sack of crack to the drug zone
Then it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
[Am] Making cash so fast over a cell [F] phone
[Am] Then it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
You [Am] think it's joke [Dm] to crack [Am] on your money bone
My style is like a rifle, it's spitting [Dm] on rivals
[Am] And I put that on disciples in the [F] Bible, I'm [Am] spiteful
Of crooked hoes, crooked foes [Dm] and crooked [Am] crows
I play studios with nuclear thermal flow
Mouth running like a track, we know dignity [Dm] like [Am] Blackstreet
Lyric we be packing heat like jackers on [F] Backstreet
[Am] Suckers and starry [D] like a starry, [Am] we're hotter than [Dm] a safari
[Am] Talking shit like Charles Barkley off Fifth of the Cardi
Burning sacks like Bob Marley, hitting J's [Dm] like Iverson
[Am] Rhyming doper than Baca, then Trump booming [F] like a [Am] Tyson
With more nuts than murder, dog, we busting [Dm] like shotgun
[Am] Call me Tom [D] Cruise because I [Am] bomb fools like shotgun
I cover my ceilings with verses to keep [Dm] things under wraps
And [Am] my floors with A-Dash just to stay [F] on track
Get [Am] it cracking like pile drivers, the [Dm] microphone
[Am] MacGyver's desire to [D] stay higher [Am] than five skydivers
And the 5 [D]-0 creeps, they [Am] get shook [Dm] like hands
While [Am] we slide [D] out to the [Am] honeycomb hideout like champ
We write journals of [D] blazing burbles [Am] till our hands [Dm] turn purple
[Am] You'll get [D] jumped like hurdles [Am] by Nicki and Nocturnal
Then it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
You [Am] either hoop or rap or get your blasts [F] on
Man [Am] it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
When you [Am] bring a sack [Dm] from crack to [Am] the drug zone
Man it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
[Am] Making cash so fast over a cell [F] phone
Man [Am] it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone
You [Am] think it's jokes, [Dm] you crack [Am] bro your money bomb
Man [Dm] it's the honeycomb, you get your money gone
You [Am] either hoop or rap or get your blasts on
Man it's the [D] honeycomb, you [Am] get your money [F] gone, you bring a sack [D] of crack to [A] the drug zone
Man [Am] it's the [Dm] honeycomb, you get your money gone, you making cash so fast [Am] over a cell phone
Man it's the [D] honeycomb, you [A] get your money [F] gone, you think it's jokes [D] to crack [Am] on your funny bone
I got spits like I had a thousand pairs [Dm] of lips
We [Am] never slip cause we know the bottom grip
[F] Don't trip, [Am] we're the opposite of sluts cause we never [Dm] give a fuck
[Am] Can't be crushed [D] when we both [Am] credential city on a rush
Cause I'll rock the songs, I'll rock a [Dm] microphone [Am] until the fights break
Gotten all the lights [F] turned on, it's getting rowdy [Dm] like bar fights
Know nothing but hard nights, [Am] in nocturnal huts and never bluff
Don't play my cards right, so [Dm] understand I'm the man of this
[Am] Steady choking, [D] always smoking [A] on the can [F] of piss
Like the bodies [D] in [A] cemeteries, we staying [Dm] underground
They [Am] talk, drop it [D] like it's hot, [Am] so I had to put it down
Man it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone, you [Am] either hoop or wrap but get your glass [F] on
Man [Am] it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone, you [Am] bring a sack [D] of crack to [Am] the drugs zone
Man it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone, you [Am] making cash so fast over a cell [F] phone
Man [Am] it's the honeycomb, you get your money [Dm] gone, you [Am] think it's jokes [D] to crack on [C] your funny bone
[Am] _ _ _ [Dm] _ [Am] _ _ _ [F] _
[Am] _ _ _ [Dm] _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ [Am] _ _ _ [F] _
[Am] _ _ _ [Dm] _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ [N] _

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