Chords for Jurassic 5 - Game
Tempo:
94.9 bpm
Chords used:
G
E
F
Bb
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] Alright, everybody shut up!
[E] I said [B] shut up!
Now are you ready to play the game?
Are you ready to play the game?
[G]
The game.
You get down.
Playing to survive.
Dreaming to win any way they can.
You will win!
Yeah, yeah, pass the ball, final cast and call.
First of all, verbal basketball.
Off the glass, smash your jaw, too fast for y'all.
You might make a nasty fall, trying to stick with the P.S.
The Rick Passenger.
All rep, no physical contact.
Bounce back, demonstrate, invisible bomb blast.
Got no hustler, no player, O'Leary, no crime crap.
I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse.
Uh, full court press.
Hands in your chest.
Running cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto connects.
No fouls, just checks.
Make a brother sweat.
Word for yours to earn mine.
Reject, get it out of here.
Attack from the rear.
Y'all niggas ain't nothing but some bitch ass queers.
I'll be in your ear.
Increase the fear.
Ripping with the shears as the crowd just cheers.
Bring on the opposition.
Cause my position is [E] to shut you [F] down.
As the basketball [G] pounds on the parquet floor.
Envisioning [E] moves to freak [F] brothers every which way.
Dominating [G] like Doc J.
Pass me the rock, I know [E] just what to [F] do with it.
It's real vivid, I [G] pivot through the lane.
[C] 360 behind my back.
[F] I'll take your monkey ass to the rack like [G] Jerry Scott.
I'm saw by most recruiters and heavily recommended.
Sticking your best shooters.
They lower verbal percentage.
Just taking this toll.
24 second clock control.
Stopping the sops to goal.
Impossible.
I was the number one block project.
In the city prospect.
Now that's something that you can believe.
So be it.
Whether pro or collegiate.
The hit for dome is prime time.
The offense switch.
Y'all can't ball.
Y'all can't ball.
Yo ref, where's the tech?
Man, make the call.
The game is getting tight.
Verbal victories are slight.
What counts is what you write.
Not concerned about the hype.
My rhymes go baseline.
So why you trying to take mine?
Last man tried.
Just died inside the paint line.
I bank rhymes.
Got them on so I flex.
I'm on the foul line [Bb] with a few verses left.
When my flow [G] hits the net, the next brother flex.
I set my foot in the pavement with the brothers.
I'm raised with.
Played wink and break dance back in the days.
Went and still in the game with 12 points for assists.
Get up in the game and your face like.
Crash the boards with metaphors in the air like a car.
Ayo, what you out for?
Ayo, I'm out for the whole score.
22 flat seconds for me to rap.
I can't win for losing with this cheating ass rap.
But
[A] [Ab]
you [Bb] can't go in.
You're going to be thrown right out.
My [G] squad supreme.
So I didn't fly it or the dream.
Next time you play the game, boy, pick a better team.
Your choice is short.
Then you want a concrete court.
But my multiple holes is going to change your whole score.
Give me the pill, boy.
What?
Boss over with the skills.
Wrap around, pass, fly, wrap at your grill.
Take off from half court.
And some J5 short.
A rap band with the man with my worst played sports.
Coming through your lane with pure skills.
So stand clear.
Your vocal chords is a barrage.
I still stand here.
Damn near.
Making shit look soft like fam grill.
Fans cheer for the paragraph bill.
Lamb here.
Show me the rock so I can show this fool what I got.
He's heating up.
Pop that.
I'm flaming hot.
Verbally take it to the black top.
And wreck shop.
Turn my game up a notch.
Pass me the rock.
1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse 21.
It really don't matter because, son, you'll still get dunked.
Yo, you should know better than trying to barter with this clone trotter.
Malicious, vicious, dunk some Vince Carter.
And it's the high draft pick flashing it.
Head face still can penetrate slightly overweight.
But whatever it take, my shot can elevate.
No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game.
[Em] [N]
Gas, y'all.
Y'all know about that?
They didn't say who's like that.
Somebody said that they do that out here.
Let me tell you what happened.
I'll tell you what the fuck what happened.
That nigga was on the phone and his car was running.
If we would have got up on the road, he could have seen he didn't have no gas.
And we could have hit a.
That nigga was on the phone conversating.
And the shit ran out of gas.
[Db] Ain't no fucking sight.
Sight, sight.
I better buy the sight for my ass whooping.
Just leak one.
Just suck the ass whooping
[E] I said [B] shut up!
Now are you ready to play the game?
Are you ready to play the game?
[G]
The game.
You get down.
Playing to survive.
Dreaming to win any way they can.
You will win!
Yeah, yeah, pass the ball, final cast and call.
First of all, verbal basketball.
Off the glass, smash your jaw, too fast for y'all.
You might make a nasty fall, trying to stick with the P.S.
The Rick Passenger.
All rep, no physical contact.
Bounce back, demonstrate, invisible bomb blast.
Got no hustler, no player, O'Leary, no crime crap.
I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse.
Uh, full court press.
Hands in your chest.
Running cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto connects.
No fouls, just checks.
Make a brother sweat.
Word for yours to earn mine.
Reject, get it out of here.
Attack from the rear.
Y'all niggas ain't nothing but some bitch ass queers.
I'll be in your ear.
Increase the fear.
Ripping with the shears as the crowd just cheers.
Bring on the opposition.
Cause my position is [E] to shut you [F] down.
As the basketball [G] pounds on the parquet floor.
Envisioning [E] moves to freak [F] brothers every which way.
Dominating [G] like Doc J.
Pass me the rock, I know [E] just what to [F] do with it.
It's real vivid, I [G] pivot through the lane.
[C] 360 behind my back.
[F] I'll take your monkey ass to the rack like [G] Jerry Scott.
I'm saw by most recruiters and heavily recommended.
Sticking your best shooters.
They lower verbal percentage.
Just taking this toll.
24 second clock control.
Stopping the sops to goal.
Impossible.
I was the number one block project.
In the city prospect.
Now that's something that you can believe.
So be it.
Whether pro or collegiate.
The hit for dome is prime time.
The offense switch.
Y'all can't ball.
Y'all can't ball.
Yo ref, where's the tech?
Man, make the call.
The game is getting tight.
Verbal victories are slight.
What counts is what you write.
Not concerned about the hype.
My rhymes go baseline.
So why you trying to take mine?
Last man tried.
Just died inside the paint line.
I bank rhymes.
Got them on so I flex.
I'm on the foul line [Bb] with a few verses left.
When my flow [G] hits the net, the next brother flex.
I set my foot in the pavement with the brothers.
I'm raised with.
Played wink and break dance back in the days.
Went and still in the game with 12 points for assists.
Get up in the game and your face like.
Crash the boards with metaphors in the air like a car.
Ayo, what you out for?
Ayo, I'm out for the whole score.
22 flat seconds for me to rap.
I can't win for losing with this cheating ass rap.
But
[A] [Ab]
you [Bb] can't go in.
You're going to be thrown right out.
My [G] squad supreme.
So I didn't fly it or the dream.
Next time you play the game, boy, pick a better team.
Your choice is short.
Then you want a concrete court.
But my multiple holes is going to change your whole score.
Give me the pill, boy.
What?
Boss over with the skills.
Wrap around, pass, fly, wrap at your grill.
Take off from half court.
And some J5 short.
A rap band with the man with my worst played sports.
Coming through your lane with pure skills.
So stand clear.
Your vocal chords is a barrage.
I still stand here.
Damn near.
Making shit look soft like fam grill.
Fans cheer for the paragraph bill.
Lamb here.
Show me the rock so I can show this fool what I got.
He's heating up.
Pop that.
I'm flaming hot.
Verbally take it to the black top.
And wreck shop.
Turn my game up a notch.
Pass me the rock.
1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse 21.
It really don't matter because, son, you'll still get dunked.
Yo, you should know better than trying to barter with this clone trotter.
Malicious, vicious, dunk some Vince Carter.
And it's the high draft pick flashing it.
Head face still can penetrate slightly overweight.
But whatever it take, my shot can elevate.
No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game.
[Em] [N]
Gas, y'all.
Y'all know about that?
They didn't say who's like that.
Somebody said that they do that out here.
Let me tell you what happened.
I'll tell you what the fuck what happened.
That nigga was on the phone and his car was running.
If we would have got up on the road, he could have seen he didn't have no gas.
And we could have hit a.
That nigga was on the phone conversating.
And the shit ran out of gas.
[Db] Ain't no fucking sight.
Sight, sight.
I better buy the sight for my ass whooping.
Just leak one.
Just suck the ass whooping
Key:
G
E
F
Bb
Bm
G
E
F
_ [Bm] _ _ Alright, everybody shut up! _
[E] I said [B] shut up!
Now are you ready to play the game?
_ _ Are you ready to play the game?
[G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The game.
You get down. _ _
Playing to survive.
Dreaming to win any way they can. _
_ You will win!
_ Yeah, yeah, pass the ball, final cast and call.
First of all, verbal basketball.
Off the glass, smash your jaw, too fast for y'all.
You might make a nasty fall, trying to stick with the P.S.
The Rick Passenger.
All rep, no physical contact.
Bounce back, demonstrate, invisible bomb blast.
Got no hustler, no player, O'Leary, no crime crap.
I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse.
Uh, full court press.
Hands in your chest.
Running cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto connects.
No fouls, just checks.
Make a brother sweat.
Word for yours to earn mine.
Reject, get it out of here.
Attack from the rear.
Y'all niggas ain't nothing but some bitch ass queers.
I'll be in your ear.
Increase the fear.
Ripping with the shears as the crowd just cheers.
Bring on the opposition.
Cause my position is [E] to shut you [F] down.
As the basketball [G] pounds on the parquet floor.
Envisioning [E] moves to freak [F] brothers every which way.
Dominating [G] like Doc J.
Pass me the rock, I know [E] just what to [F] do with it.
It's real vivid, I [G] pivot through the lane.
[C] 360 behind my back.
[F] I'll take your monkey ass to the rack like [G] Jerry Scott.
I'm saw by most recruiters and heavily recommended.
Sticking your best shooters.
They lower verbal percentage.
Just taking this toll.
24 second clock control.
Stopping the sops to goal.
Impossible.
I was the number one block project.
In the city prospect.
Now that's something that you can believe.
So be it.
Whether pro or collegiate.
The hit for dome is prime time.
The offense switch.
Y'all can't ball.
Y'all can't ball.
Yo ref, where's the tech?
Man, make the call.
The game is getting tight.
Verbal victories are slight.
What counts is what you write.
Not concerned about the hype.
My rhymes go baseline.
So why you trying to take mine?
Last man tried.
Just died inside the paint line.
I bank rhymes.
Got them on so I flex.
I'm on the foul line [Bb] with a few verses left.
When my flow [G] hits the net, the next brother flex.
I set my foot in the pavement with the brothers.
I'm raised with.
Played wink and break dance back in the days.
Went and still in the game with 12 points for assists.
Get up in the game and your face like.
Crash the boards with metaphors in the air like a car.
Ayo, what you out for?
Ayo, I'm out for the whole score.
22 flat seconds for me to rap.
I can't win for losing with this cheating ass rap.
But
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Ab] _
you [Bb] can't go in.
You're going to be thrown right out.
My [G] squad supreme.
So I didn't fly it or the dream.
Next time you play the game, boy, pick a better team.
Your choice is short.
Then you want a concrete court.
But my multiple holes is going to change your whole score.
Give me the pill, boy.
What?
Boss over with the skills.
Wrap around, pass, fly, wrap at your grill.
Take off from half court.
And some J5 short.
A rap band with the man with my worst played sports.
Coming through your lane with pure skills.
So stand clear.
Your vocal chords is a barrage.
I still stand here.
Damn near.
Making shit look soft like fam grill.
Fans cheer for the paragraph bill.
Lamb here.
Show me the rock so I can show this fool what I got.
He's heating up.
Pop that.
I'm flaming hot.
Verbally take it to the black top.
And wreck shop.
Turn my game up a notch.
Pass me the rock.
1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse 21.
It really don't matter because, son, you'll still get dunked.
Yo, you should know better than trying to barter with this clone trotter.
Malicious, vicious, dunk some Vince Carter.
And it's the high draft pick flashing it.
Head face still can penetrate slightly overweight.
But whatever it take, my shot can elevate.
No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game.
_ [Em] _ _ [N] _ _
Gas, y'all.
Y'all know about that? _ _ _ _
_ They didn't say who's like that.
Somebody said that they do that out here.
Let me tell you what happened.
I'll tell you what the fuck what happened.
That nigga was on the phone and his car was running.
If we would have got up on the road, he could have seen he didn't have no gas.
And we could have hit a.
That nigga was on the phone conversating.
And the shit ran out of gas.
[Db] Ain't no fucking sight.
Sight, sight.
I better buy the sight for my ass whooping.
Just leak one.
Just suck the ass whooping
[E] I said [B] shut up!
Now are you ready to play the game?
_ _ Are you ready to play the game?
[G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The game.
You get down. _ _
Playing to survive.
Dreaming to win any way they can. _
_ You will win!
_ Yeah, yeah, pass the ball, final cast and call.
First of all, verbal basketball.
Off the glass, smash your jaw, too fast for y'all.
You might make a nasty fall, trying to stick with the P.S.
The Rick Passenger.
All rep, no physical contact.
Bounce back, demonstrate, invisible bomb blast.
Got no hustler, no player, O'Leary, no crime crap.
I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse.
Uh, full court press.
Hands in your chest.
Running cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto connects.
No fouls, just checks.
Make a brother sweat.
Word for yours to earn mine.
Reject, get it out of here.
Attack from the rear.
Y'all niggas ain't nothing but some bitch ass queers.
I'll be in your ear.
Increase the fear.
Ripping with the shears as the crowd just cheers.
Bring on the opposition.
Cause my position is [E] to shut you [F] down.
As the basketball [G] pounds on the parquet floor.
Envisioning [E] moves to freak [F] brothers every which way.
Dominating [G] like Doc J.
Pass me the rock, I know [E] just what to [F] do with it.
It's real vivid, I [G] pivot through the lane.
[C] 360 behind my back.
[F] I'll take your monkey ass to the rack like [G] Jerry Scott.
I'm saw by most recruiters and heavily recommended.
Sticking your best shooters.
They lower verbal percentage.
Just taking this toll.
24 second clock control.
Stopping the sops to goal.
Impossible.
I was the number one block project.
In the city prospect.
Now that's something that you can believe.
So be it.
Whether pro or collegiate.
The hit for dome is prime time.
The offense switch.
Y'all can't ball.
Y'all can't ball.
Yo ref, where's the tech?
Man, make the call.
The game is getting tight.
Verbal victories are slight.
What counts is what you write.
Not concerned about the hype.
My rhymes go baseline.
So why you trying to take mine?
Last man tried.
Just died inside the paint line.
I bank rhymes.
Got them on so I flex.
I'm on the foul line [Bb] with a few verses left.
When my flow [G] hits the net, the next brother flex.
I set my foot in the pavement with the brothers.
I'm raised with.
Played wink and break dance back in the days.
Went and still in the game with 12 points for assists.
Get up in the game and your face like.
Crash the boards with metaphors in the air like a car.
Ayo, what you out for?
Ayo, I'm out for the whole score.
22 flat seconds for me to rap.
I can't win for losing with this cheating ass rap.
But
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Ab] _
you [Bb] can't go in.
You're going to be thrown right out.
My [G] squad supreme.
So I didn't fly it or the dream.
Next time you play the game, boy, pick a better team.
Your choice is short.
Then you want a concrete court.
But my multiple holes is going to change your whole score.
Give me the pill, boy.
What?
Boss over with the skills.
Wrap around, pass, fly, wrap at your grill.
Take off from half court.
And some J5 short.
A rap band with the man with my worst played sports.
Coming through your lane with pure skills.
So stand clear.
Your vocal chords is a barrage.
I still stand here.
Damn near.
Making shit look soft like fam grill.
Fans cheer for the paragraph bill.
Lamb here.
Show me the rock so I can show this fool what I got.
He's heating up.
Pop that.
I'm flaming hot.
Verbally take it to the black top.
And wreck shop.
Turn my game up a notch.
Pass me the rock.
1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse 21.
It really don't matter because, son, you'll still get dunked.
Yo, you should know better than trying to barter with this clone trotter.
Malicious, vicious, dunk some Vince Carter.
And it's the high draft pick flashing it.
Head face still can penetrate slightly overweight.
But whatever it take, my shot can elevate.
No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game.
_ [Em] _ _ [N] _ _
Gas, y'all.
Y'all know about that? _ _ _ _
_ They didn't say who's like that.
Somebody said that they do that out here.
Let me tell you what happened.
I'll tell you what the fuck what happened.
That nigga was on the phone and his car was running.
If we would have got up on the road, he could have seen he didn't have no gas.
And we could have hit a.
That nigga was on the phone conversating.
And the shit ran out of gas.
[Db] Ain't no fucking sight.
Sight, sight.
I better buy the sight for my ass whooping.
Just leak one.
Just suck the ass whooping