Chords for Jay Rock - Vice City ft. Kendrick Lamar, Schoolboy Q & Ab-Soul (90059)
Tempo:
114.95 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
Dbm
Ab
Em
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Dbm] [Abm]
[Dbm] [Abm]
Big money, big booty, bitches, man, that shit gonna be death for me.
Big problems, I must admit it, man, that shit gonna be death for me.
I prayed to a seed, no, my mama gave up hope, I can't stand myself.
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke, I can't stand myself.
Big money, big booty, bitches, man, that shit
Coming up
Sissy, sissy, sissy, sissy.
Big money, big booty, bitches, tell the truth, nigga, I'm lost without it.
Seven figures, four hairline, you want some stage time, we can talk about it.
Niggas acting like they be rapping like nice on the mic, truly about it.
Go against the key, I don't wanna [Dbm] live, that [Abm] decision is hella childish.
Rose gold for my old hoes, things satisfied, then I set them down.
Kink bread, I gave her all shade, but [Dbm] now she got [Abm] some ass, I won't hit it now.
I don't lease, I just sell out feasts, I put a blue caprice on Gary Pauly.
Bomb head and some cheese eggs, that's a new race and a sunny bonus.
Falling, this bitch like some good pussy, can't stand myself.
So good, she so hood, she a cheese head.
Patty Mel, GED with some EBTs and some EBDs, that shit was happening.
She real me in with some skin wings and some collard greens, that shit was bragging.
Just cracked me a new bitch, bust a new nut on a nigga's jersey.
My bitch got off at 9 o'clock, so [Dbm] I had [Abm] to shake around.
7.30, 1.05, I'm slumping fast with these big guns, I'm hella dirty.
Get caught with this shit, I [Dbm] ain't coming [Abm] home till like 20.30.
I got big money, big booty pictures, man, that shit gon' be death for me.
Big problems, I must admit it, man, that shit gon' be death for me.
Big dreams, no superstition, man, that shit gon' be death for me.
I prayed to a C-note, my mama gave a pope, I can't stand myself.
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke, I can't stand myself.
I just might ban myself, [Ab] I just might.
[Abm] God, I'm focused, feeling this, cause my eyes be the truth.
God, I'm focused, feeling this, cause my eyes be the truth.
Mental window blurry as a bitch, still looking out it.
So much money off the fucking books, could write a book about it.
Took a minute, no, wait a minute, let me think about it.
About 10 years, Prince Bloods, sweating tears, and we still counting.
Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn, she fucked the whole squad.
Now, every time I land in Brooklyn, they fuck with the whole squad.
I'm more spiritual than lyrical, I'm similar to Eli.
Why?
Cause I'm wearing black shades and I'm headed west with the word of God.
Amen.
Yeah.
I think I'm finally ready to talk about it.
These niggas just talk about [Ab] it.
Homie, [Abm] don't blame me for no fault.
Hopping bottles like in the Nigos, Os Dios Mio, I'm so cold.
Get so deep in that water, water, they should call my John Tanner harpoon.
Feed the needy, don't know graffiti.
Paint the walls like a cartoon.
Beat the pussy up so bad.
Send her home with some war wounds.
Load it off the act, hit her from the back, go across her head.
Far stool, touch her soul, tell her curl her toes.
Then it's time to reload, then it's part two.
Damn near 30, still set tripping cause where you from, mama?
See ya, buddy.
Last year I met 10 million, that's where I been, yeah.
Private Island, smoking some, oh, autopilot.
Got too many cars, I might crash, yeah.
New Rari pedal, barely tapping, [Em] nigga.
Vroom, [Eb] vroom.
Yeah, I'm rich, [Abm] bitch.
Got two Rollies, but one missing.
Think my daughter flossing, she in kindergarten.
Got one crib worth, two cribs on [Dbm] my front [Abm] lawn.
Yeah, that's what about him.
You be talking boss and words like philosophies.
Man, you weird, homie.
What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck.
Your bitch gon' leave and that's real, homie.
I got big money, big quoted pictures, man.
That shit gon' be death for me.
Big problems, I must admit it, man.
That shit gon' be death for me.
Big dreams, no superstition, man.
That shit gon' be death for me.
I prayed to a C-note, my mama gave a Pope.
I can't stand myself.
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke.
I can't stand myself.
I just might ban myself.
I just might.
God.
God.
[Dbm] [Abm]
[Dbm] [Abm]
Big money, big booty, bitches, man, that shit gonna be death for me.
Big problems, I must admit it, man, that shit gonna be death for me.
I prayed to a seed, no, my mama gave up hope, I can't stand myself.
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke, I can't stand myself.
Big money, big booty, bitches, man, that shit
Coming up
Sissy, sissy, sissy, sissy.
Big money, big booty, bitches, tell the truth, nigga, I'm lost without it.
Seven figures, four hairline, you want some stage time, we can talk about it.
Niggas acting like they be rapping like nice on the mic, truly about it.
Go against the key, I don't wanna [Dbm] live, that [Abm] decision is hella childish.
Rose gold for my old hoes, things satisfied, then I set them down.
Kink bread, I gave her all shade, but [Dbm] now she got [Abm] some ass, I won't hit it now.
I don't lease, I just sell out feasts, I put a blue caprice on Gary Pauly.
Bomb head and some cheese eggs, that's a new race and a sunny bonus.
Falling, this bitch like some good pussy, can't stand myself.
So good, she so hood, she a cheese head.
Patty Mel, GED with some EBTs and some EBDs, that shit was happening.
She real me in with some skin wings and some collard greens, that shit was bragging.
Just cracked me a new bitch, bust a new nut on a nigga's jersey.
My bitch got off at 9 o'clock, so [Dbm] I had [Abm] to shake around.
7.30, 1.05, I'm slumping fast with these big guns, I'm hella dirty.
Get caught with this shit, I [Dbm] ain't coming [Abm] home till like 20.30.
I got big money, big booty pictures, man, that shit gon' be death for me.
Big problems, I must admit it, man, that shit gon' be death for me.
Big dreams, no superstition, man, that shit gon' be death for me.
I prayed to a C-note, my mama gave a pope, I can't stand myself.
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke, I can't stand myself.
I just might ban myself, [Ab] I just might.
[Abm] God, I'm focused, feeling this, cause my eyes be the truth.
God, I'm focused, feeling this, cause my eyes be the truth.
Mental window blurry as a bitch, still looking out it.
So much money off the fucking books, could write a book about it.
Took a minute, no, wait a minute, let me think about it.
About 10 years, Prince Bloods, sweating tears, and we still counting.
Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn, she fucked the whole squad.
Now, every time I land in Brooklyn, they fuck with the whole squad.
I'm more spiritual than lyrical, I'm similar to Eli.
Why?
Cause I'm wearing black shades and I'm headed west with the word of God.
Amen.
Yeah.
I think I'm finally ready to talk about it.
These niggas just talk about [Ab] it.
Homie, [Abm] don't blame me for no fault.
Hopping bottles like in the Nigos, Os Dios Mio, I'm so cold.
Get so deep in that water, water, they should call my John Tanner harpoon.
Feed the needy, don't know graffiti.
Paint the walls like a cartoon.
Beat the pussy up so bad.
Send her home with some war wounds.
Load it off the act, hit her from the back, go across her head.
Far stool, touch her soul, tell her curl her toes.
Then it's time to reload, then it's part two.
Damn near 30, still set tripping cause where you from, mama?
See ya, buddy.
Last year I met 10 million, that's where I been, yeah.
Private Island, smoking some, oh, autopilot.
Got too many cars, I might crash, yeah.
New Rari pedal, barely tapping, [Em] nigga.
Vroom, [Eb] vroom.
Yeah, I'm rich, [Abm] bitch.
Got two Rollies, but one missing.
Think my daughter flossing, she in kindergarten.
Got one crib worth, two cribs on [Dbm] my front [Abm] lawn.
Yeah, that's what about him.
You be talking boss and words like philosophies.
Man, you weird, homie.
What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck.
Your bitch gon' leave and that's real, homie.
I got big money, big quoted pictures, man.
That shit gon' be death for me.
Big problems, I must admit it, man.
That shit gon' be death for me.
Big dreams, no superstition, man.
That shit gon' be death for me.
I prayed to a C-note, my mama gave a Pope.
I can't stand myself.
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke.
I can't stand myself.
I just might ban myself.
I just might.
God.
God.
[Dbm] [Abm]
Key:
Abm
Dbm
Ab
Em
Eb
Abm
Dbm
Ab
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_ _ _ _ [Dbm] _ [Abm] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Dbm] _ [Abm] _ _ _
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Big money, big booty, bitches, man, that shit gonna be death for me.
Big problems, I must admit it, man, that shit gonna be death for me.
I prayed to a seed, no, my mama gave up hope, I can't stand myself.
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke, I can't stand myself.
Big money, big booty, bitches, man, that shit_
_ _ _ _ Coming _ _ _ up_
Sissy, sissy, sissy, sissy. _
Big money, big booty, bitches, tell the truth, nigga, I'm lost without it.
Seven figures, four hairline, you want some stage time, we can talk about it.
Niggas acting like they be rapping like nice on the mic, truly about it.
Go against the key, I don't wanna [Dbm] live, that [Abm] decision is hella childish.
Rose gold for my old hoes, things satisfied, then I set them down.
Kink bread, I gave her all shade, but [Dbm] now she got [Abm] some ass, I won't hit it now.
I don't lease, I just sell out feasts, I put a blue caprice on Gary Pauly.
Bomb head and some cheese eggs, that's a new race and a sunny bonus.
Falling, this bitch like some good pussy, can't stand myself.
So good, she so hood, she a cheese head.
Patty Mel, GED with some EBTs and some EBDs, that shit was happening.
She real me in with some skin wings and some collard greens, that shit was bragging.
Just cracked me a new bitch, bust a new nut on a nigga's jersey.
My bitch got off at 9 o'clock, so [Dbm] I had [Abm] to shake around.
7.30, 1.05, I'm slumping fast with these big guns, I'm hella dirty.
Get caught with this shit, I [Dbm] ain't coming [Abm] home till like 20.30.
I got big money, big booty pictures, man, that shit gon' be death for me.
Big problems, I must admit it, man, that shit gon' be death for me.
Big dreams, no superstition, man, that shit gon' be death for me.
I prayed to a C-note, my mama gave a pope, I can't stand myself.
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke, I can't stand myself.
I just might ban myself, [Ab] I just might.
[Abm] God, I'm focused, feeling this, cause my eyes be the truth.
God, I'm focused, feeling this, cause my eyes be the truth.
Mental window blurry as a bitch, still looking out it.
So much money off the fucking books, could write a book about it.
Took a minute, no, wait a minute, _ let me think about it.
About 10 years, Prince Bloods, sweating tears, and we still counting.
Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn, she fucked the whole squad.
Now, every time I land in Brooklyn, they fuck with the whole squad.
_ I'm more spiritual than lyrical, I'm similar to Eli.
Why?
Cause I'm wearing black shades and I'm headed west with the word of God.
Amen.
Yeah.
I think I'm finally ready to talk about it.
These niggas just talk about [Ab] it.
Homie, [Abm] don't blame me for no fault.
Hopping bottles like in the Nigos, Os Dios Mio, I'm so cold.
Get so deep in that water, water, they should call my John Tanner harpoon.
Feed the needy, don't know graffiti.
Paint the walls like a cartoon.
Beat the pussy up so bad.
Send her home with some war wounds.
Load it off the act, hit her from the back, go across her head.
Far stool, touch her soul, tell her curl her toes.
Then it's time to reload, then it's part two.
Damn near 30, still set tripping cause where you from, mama?
See ya, buddy.
Last year I met 10 million, that's where I been, yeah.
Private Island, smoking some, oh, autopilot.
Got too many cars, I might crash, yeah.
New Rari pedal, barely tapping, [Em] nigga.
Vroom, [Eb] vroom.
Yeah, I'm rich, [Abm] bitch.
Got two Rollies, but one missing.
Think my daughter flossing, she in kindergarten.
Got one crib worth, two cribs on [Dbm] my front [Abm] lawn.
Yeah, that's what about him.
You be talking boss and words like philosophies.
Man, you weird, homie.
What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck.
Your bitch gon' leave and that's real, homie.
I got big money, big quoted pictures, man.
That shit gon' be death for me.
Big problems, I must admit it, man.
That shit gon' be death for me.
Big dreams, no superstition, man.
That shit gon' be death for me.
I prayed to a C-note, my mama gave a Pope.
I can't stand myself.
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke.
I can't stand myself.
I just might ban myself.
I just might.
God. _ _ _ _ _ _
God.
_ _ _ [Dbm] _ [Abm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dbm] _ [Abm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dbm] _ [Abm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Big money, big booty, bitches, man, that shit gonna be death for me.
Big problems, I must admit it, man, that shit gonna be death for me.
I prayed to a seed, no, my mama gave up hope, I can't stand myself.
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke, I can't stand myself.
Big money, big booty, bitches, man, that shit_
_ _ _ _ Coming _ _ _ up_
Sissy, sissy, sissy, sissy. _
Big money, big booty, bitches, tell the truth, nigga, I'm lost without it.
Seven figures, four hairline, you want some stage time, we can talk about it.
Niggas acting like they be rapping like nice on the mic, truly about it.
Go against the key, I don't wanna [Dbm] live, that [Abm] decision is hella childish.
Rose gold for my old hoes, things satisfied, then I set them down.
Kink bread, I gave her all shade, but [Dbm] now she got [Abm] some ass, I won't hit it now.
I don't lease, I just sell out feasts, I put a blue caprice on Gary Pauly.
Bomb head and some cheese eggs, that's a new race and a sunny bonus.
Falling, this bitch like some good pussy, can't stand myself.
So good, she so hood, she a cheese head.
Patty Mel, GED with some EBTs and some EBDs, that shit was happening.
She real me in with some skin wings and some collard greens, that shit was bragging.
Just cracked me a new bitch, bust a new nut on a nigga's jersey.
My bitch got off at 9 o'clock, so [Dbm] I had [Abm] to shake around.
7.30, 1.05, I'm slumping fast with these big guns, I'm hella dirty.
Get caught with this shit, I [Dbm] ain't coming [Abm] home till like 20.30.
I got big money, big booty pictures, man, that shit gon' be death for me.
Big problems, I must admit it, man, that shit gon' be death for me.
Big dreams, no superstition, man, that shit gon' be death for me.
I prayed to a C-note, my mama gave a pope, I can't stand myself.
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke, I can't stand myself.
I just might ban myself, [Ab] I just might.
[Abm] God, I'm focused, feeling this, cause my eyes be the truth.
God, I'm focused, feeling this, cause my eyes be the truth.
Mental window blurry as a bitch, still looking out it.
So much money off the fucking books, could write a book about it.
Took a minute, no, wait a minute, _ let me think about it.
About 10 years, Prince Bloods, sweating tears, and we still counting.
Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn, she fucked the whole squad.
Now, every time I land in Brooklyn, they fuck with the whole squad.
_ I'm more spiritual than lyrical, I'm similar to Eli.
Why?
Cause I'm wearing black shades and I'm headed west with the word of God.
Amen.
Yeah.
I think I'm finally ready to talk about it.
These niggas just talk about [Ab] it.
Homie, [Abm] don't blame me for no fault.
Hopping bottles like in the Nigos, Os Dios Mio, I'm so cold.
Get so deep in that water, water, they should call my John Tanner harpoon.
Feed the needy, don't know graffiti.
Paint the walls like a cartoon.
Beat the pussy up so bad.
Send her home with some war wounds.
Load it off the act, hit her from the back, go across her head.
Far stool, touch her soul, tell her curl her toes.
Then it's time to reload, then it's part two.
Damn near 30, still set tripping cause where you from, mama?
See ya, buddy.
Last year I met 10 million, that's where I been, yeah.
Private Island, smoking some, oh, autopilot.
Got too many cars, I might crash, yeah.
New Rari pedal, barely tapping, [Em] nigga.
Vroom, [Eb] vroom.
Yeah, I'm rich, [Abm] bitch.
Got two Rollies, but one missing.
Think my daughter flossing, she in kindergarten.
Got one crib worth, two cribs on [Dbm] my front [Abm] lawn.
Yeah, that's what about him.
You be talking boss and words like philosophies.
Man, you weird, homie.
What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck.
Your bitch gon' leave and that's real, homie.
I got big money, big quoted pictures, man.
That shit gon' be death for me.
Big problems, I must admit it, man.
That shit gon' be death for me.
Big dreams, no superstition, man.
That shit gon' be death for me.
I prayed to a C-note, my mama gave a Pope.
I can't stand myself.
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke.
I can't stand myself.
I just might ban myself.
I just might.
God. _ _ _ _ _ _
God.
_ _ _ [Dbm] _ [Abm] _ _ _