Chords for House Party - Rap Battle
Tempo:
71.475 bpm
Chords used:
E
G
C
B
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
It's the PLAY just here to say hi, asking you, may I tell you about the day I picked up a microphone, a pad and a pen
The legend of the champ but this the party host, with the most, giving you a dose, see
Leave an instruction, so listen closely, true lines form and make sure you step through
Fellas at the back, no girls by the bedroom, the name is flame, don't dare play you cheap
The microphone is a broom and I'ma sweep you off your feet with feelings that you never felt
Another notch in the belt, no secret, I [G] like to freak with the best of them
Then head to the stage and a [F#] test of men, and when it's done and said and said and done
Play's gonna be the [E] victorious one
Yeah dope ain't it, ha yeah I know
Give me that mic, oh you want some of this, yo it's my turn
I'm never fessing, possessing the tools that it takes to rock
I think it's time for the new kid on the block
With style that's wild yet so unique, I can't be stopped
From reaching my peak because giving my all
Oh that's how I gotta live, it's my prerogative
So you know I gotta give more for the dance floor
And I'll make your brain sore, kids revving and buzzing, just [C] like a chainsaw
Well look it's a damn man, that kid is a grand man
Cause I bust a handstand on American bandstand
With these I please with ease and make your mind freeze
Straight out the 80's right into the 90's
Giving you the highs and lows like a drama
And if the mic got juice you know I'ma keep wellin'
You know I'll have you staring a while
Because the kid's much more than [E] hair and a smile
That is the hype shit
Oh I see, you think you're all that now
Yup, and then some
[C] Roxy, it's my party and I'll run if I want to
Be careful and don't you step to the front you
Kid, cause I'ma dismiss with a death kiss
And make you sorry that you ever [E] stepped in this microphone with it
So come on place your bets, is it gonna be me or Eraserhead?
Or put your money on a sorry [B] old four thing
Where you can get behind a short thing
And that's me, the capital P on the high tip
One false move and you'll get your ass whipped
Just tell me how the rhymes and the cut down
You won't start feeling the pain till you touch the ground
Boy you're going way out, I'm ready to serve you
If you can stay I'll pass your pops curfew
Look at him, already a has-been
That Uncle Play say a rhyme that'll tuck your ass in What?
[G#] Okay, I'ma pay the [E] water to put you some kind of thought
Know what I'm saying?
Crazy
Once again, the boy's blowing smoke
About what he wanna be
But it isn't, it wasn't, and it ain't never gonna be possible
Cause I got lots of food
And when you rhyme, there's lots of food
When it comes time to spit to a mic, I don't sit around
Play, you know I don't kid around
So come with it, boy, don't even hide your best
Cause kids fell back was described [N] your best
Look around, watch as people clap hands in unity
As the momentum swings from you to me
You issued a challenge, yeah you threw it up
Step to the stage too late, I blew it up
Now it's just filled with excellence
You heard the rhymes, you've been petrol ever since
There's no missing the words that I laid out
You didn't play, you just got played out
[G]
[E] Oh yeah?
Anything y'all can do, I also can do
But I can also do it better
[B] [Bm]
The legend of the champ but this the party host, with the most, giving you a dose, see
Leave an instruction, so listen closely, true lines form and make sure you step through
Fellas at the back, no girls by the bedroom, the name is flame, don't dare play you cheap
The microphone is a broom and I'ma sweep you off your feet with feelings that you never felt
Another notch in the belt, no secret, I [G] like to freak with the best of them
Then head to the stage and a [F#] test of men, and when it's done and said and said and done
Play's gonna be the [E] victorious one
Yeah dope ain't it, ha yeah I know
Give me that mic, oh you want some of this, yo it's my turn
I'm never fessing, possessing the tools that it takes to rock
I think it's time for the new kid on the block
With style that's wild yet so unique, I can't be stopped
From reaching my peak because giving my all
Oh that's how I gotta live, it's my prerogative
So you know I gotta give more for the dance floor
And I'll make your brain sore, kids revving and buzzing, just [C] like a chainsaw
Well look it's a damn man, that kid is a grand man
Cause I bust a handstand on American bandstand
With these I please with ease and make your mind freeze
Straight out the 80's right into the 90's
Giving you the highs and lows like a drama
And if the mic got juice you know I'ma keep wellin'
You know I'll have you staring a while
Because the kid's much more than [E] hair and a smile
That is the hype shit
Oh I see, you think you're all that now
Yup, and then some
[C] Roxy, it's my party and I'll run if I want to
Be careful and don't you step to the front you
Kid, cause I'ma dismiss with a death kiss
And make you sorry that you ever [E] stepped in this microphone with it
So come on place your bets, is it gonna be me or Eraserhead?
Or put your money on a sorry [B] old four thing
Where you can get behind a short thing
And that's me, the capital P on the high tip
One false move and you'll get your ass whipped
Just tell me how the rhymes and the cut down
You won't start feeling the pain till you touch the ground
Boy you're going way out, I'm ready to serve you
If you can stay I'll pass your pops curfew
Look at him, already a has-been
That Uncle Play say a rhyme that'll tuck your ass in What?
[G#] Okay, I'ma pay the [E] water to put you some kind of thought
Know what I'm saying?
Crazy
Once again, the boy's blowing smoke
About what he wanna be
But it isn't, it wasn't, and it ain't never gonna be possible
Cause I got lots of food
And when you rhyme, there's lots of food
When it comes time to spit to a mic, I don't sit around
Play, you know I don't kid around
So come with it, boy, don't even hide your best
Cause kids fell back was described [N] your best
Look around, watch as people clap hands in unity
As the momentum swings from you to me
You issued a challenge, yeah you threw it up
Step to the stage too late, I blew it up
Now it's just filled with excellence
You heard the rhymes, you've been petrol ever since
There's no missing the words that I laid out
You didn't play, you just got played out
[G]
[E] Oh yeah?
Anything y'all can do, I also can do
But I can also do it better
[B] [Bm]
Key:
E
G
C
B
F#
E
G
C
It's the PLAY just here to say hi, asking you, may I tell you about the day I picked up a microphone, a pad and a pen
The legend of the champ but this the party host, with the most, giving you a dose, see
Leave an instruction, so listen closely, true lines form and make sure you step through
Fellas at the back, no girls by the bedroom, the name is flame, don't dare play you cheap
The microphone is a broom and I'ma sweep you off your feet with feelings that you never felt
Another notch in the belt, no secret, I [G] like to freak with the best of them
Then head to the stage and a [F#] test of men, and when it's done and said and said and done
Play's gonna be the [E] victorious one
_ Yeah dope ain't it, ha yeah I know
Give me that mic, oh you want some of this, yo it's my turn
I'm never fessing, possessing the tools that it takes to rock
I think it's time for the new kid on the block
With style that's wild yet so unique, I can't be stopped
From reaching my peak because giving my all
Oh that's how I gotta live, it's my prerogative
So you know I gotta give more for the dance floor
And I'll make your brain sore, kids revving and buzzing, just [C] like a chainsaw
Well look it's a damn man, that kid is a grand man
Cause I bust a handstand on American bandstand
With these I please with ease and make your mind freeze
Straight out the 80's right into the 90's
Giving you the highs and lows like a drama
And if the mic got juice you know I'ma keep wellin'
You know I'll have you staring a while
Because the kid's much more than [E] hair and a smile
That is the hype shit
Oh I see, you think you're all that now
Yup, and then some
[C] Roxy, it's my party and I'll run if I want to
Be careful and don't you step to the front you
Kid, cause I'ma dismiss with a death kiss
And make you sorry that you ever [E] stepped in this microphone with it
So come on place your bets, is it gonna be me or Eraserhead?
Or put your money on a sorry [B] old four thing
Where you can get behind a short thing
And that's me, the capital P on the high tip
One false move and you'll get your ass whipped
Just tell me how the rhymes and the cut down
You won't start feeling the pain till you touch the ground
Boy you're going way out, I'm ready to serve you
If you can stay I'll pass your pops curfew
Look at him, already a has-been
That Uncle Play say a rhyme that'll tuck your ass in What?
[G#] Okay, I'ma pay the [E] water to put you some kind of thought
Know what I'm saying?
Crazy
Once again, the boy's blowing smoke
About what he wanna be
But it isn't, it wasn't, and it ain't never gonna be possible
Cause I got lots of food
And when you rhyme, there's lots of food
When it comes time to spit to a mic, I don't sit around
Play, you know I don't kid around
So come with it, boy, don't even hide your best
Cause kids fell back was described [N] your best
Look around, watch as people clap hands in unity
As the momentum swings from you to me
You issued a challenge, yeah you threw it up
Step to the stage too late, I blew it up
Now it's just filled with excellence
You heard the rhymes, you've been petrol ever since
There's no missing the words that I laid out
You didn't play, you just got played out
_ _ [G] _
_ [E] Oh yeah?
Anything y'all can do, I also can do
But I can also do it better
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
The legend of the champ but this the party host, with the most, giving you a dose, see
Leave an instruction, so listen closely, true lines form and make sure you step through
Fellas at the back, no girls by the bedroom, the name is flame, don't dare play you cheap
The microphone is a broom and I'ma sweep you off your feet with feelings that you never felt
Another notch in the belt, no secret, I [G] like to freak with the best of them
Then head to the stage and a [F#] test of men, and when it's done and said and said and done
Play's gonna be the [E] victorious one
_ Yeah dope ain't it, ha yeah I know
Give me that mic, oh you want some of this, yo it's my turn
I'm never fessing, possessing the tools that it takes to rock
I think it's time for the new kid on the block
With style that's wild yet so unique, I can't be stopped
From reaching my peak because giving my all
Oh that's how I gotta live, it's my prerogative
So you know I gotta give more for the dance floor
And I'll make your brain sore, kids revving and buzzing, just [C] like a chainsaw
Well look it's a damn man, that kid is a grand man
Cause I bust a handstand on American bandstand
With these I please with ease and make your mind freeze
Straight out the 80's right into the 90's
Giving you the highs and lows like a drama
And if the mic got juice you know I'ma keep wellin'
You know I'll have you staring a while
Because the kid's much more than [E] hair and a smile
That is the hype shit
Oh I see, you think you're all that now
Yup, and then some
[C] Roxy, it's my party and I'll run if I want to
Be careful and don't you step to the front you
Kid, cause I'ma dismiss with a death kiss
And make you sorry that you ever [E] stepped in this microphone with it
So come on place your bets, is it gonna be me or Eraserhead?
Or put your money on a sorry [B] old four thing
Where you can get behind a short thing
And that's me, the capital P on the high tip
One false move and you'll get your ass whipped
Just tell me how the rhymes and the cut down
You won't start feeling the pain till you touch the ground
Boy you're going way out, I'm ready to serve you
If you can stay I'll pass your pops curfew
Look at him, already a has-been
That Uncle Play say a rhyme that'll tuck your ass in What?
[G#] Okay, I'ma pay the [E] water to put you some kind of thought
Know what I'm saying?
Crazy
Once again, the boy's blowing smoke
About what he wanna be
But it isn't, it wasn't, and it ain't never gonna be possible
Cause I got lots of food
And when you rhyme, there's lots of food
When it comes time to spit to a mic, I don't sit around
Play, you know I don't kid around
So come with it, boy, don't even hide your best
Cause kids fell back was described [N] your best
Look around, watch as people clap hands in unity
As the momentum swings from you to me
You issued a challenge, yeah you threw it up
Step to the stage too late, I blew it up
Now it's just filled with excellence
You heard the rhymes, you've been petrol ever since
There's no missing the words that I laid out
You didn't play, you just got played out
_ _ [G] _
_ [E] Oh yeah?
Anything y'all can do, I also can do
But I can also do it better
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _