Chords for Kendrick Lamar - m.A.A.d city (Part I)
Tempo:
74.325 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
G
Eb
A
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
If I rose and crips all got along, they probably gunned me down by the end of this song
Seem [G] like the whole city go against me, every time [Ab] I'm in the street I hear
YAK [Eb] YAK YAK YAK
Man down, where you from, mother?
Fuck you, bro, where you from, my mother?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my mother?
This mad city I run, my mother
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on harm slinging crack or moon cocaine
This is code a second, flimmy, coney, yakkin' major pain
Not the drill [A] sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
[Bb] It was me, El Boogie, Yang Yang, [Ab] YG, Lucky, ride down Rose Cairns
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself
Uh, warriors in Quonin's hope, euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver [Ab] seek the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
At the same breakfast stand where Joey sang out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
But ever since that day, I was looking at a difference
That was back when I was nine, Joey back to nine
Had to stand on every porch and spine, we adapt to crime
Pick a van with four guns at a time, with a sliding door
Fuck is up, fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up
You fucking punk, picking up the fucking pump
Picking up you suck a suck a dick a die a suck a bunch of wallop
Where this coming from?
AKs, ARs, AR, duck
That's what mama said when we was eating every lunch
Aw man, goddamn, our hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in 94, [G] fuck your truce
Now crawl [Ab] your head in that noose, you wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just peace and BG's up to re-approve
Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Aussies
When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct
Make sure your corporate don't dare be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our taxes accept
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a tech
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess Mad City
Stand down, where you from, nigga?
Fuck you, no, where you from, my nigga?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?
This is Mad City, I run, I nigga
If by rules they risk, I'll get along
They probably gun me down by the end of this song
Sing like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the [Db] street, I hear
YAH YAH YAH
Seem [G] like the whole city go against me, every time [Ab] I'm in the street I hear
YAK [Eb] YAK YAK YAK
Man down, where you from, mother?
Fuck you, bro, where you from, my mother?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my mother?
This mad city I run, my mother
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on harm slinging crack or moon cocaine
This is code a second, flimmy, coney, yakkin' major pain
Not the drill [A] sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
[Bb] It was me, El Boogie, Yang Yang, [Ab] YG, Lucky, ride down Rose Cairns
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself
Uh, warriors in Quonin's hope, euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver [Ab] seek the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
At the same breakfast stand where Joey sang out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
But ever since that day, I was looking at a difference
That was back when I was nine, Joey back to nine
Had to stand on every porch and spine, we adapt to crime
Pick a van with four guns at a time, with a sliding door
Fuck is up, fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up
You fucking punk, picking up the fucking pump
Picking up you suck a suck a dick a die a suck a bunch of wallop
Where this coming from?
AKs, ARs, AR, duck
That's what mama said when we was eating every lunch
Aw man, goddamn, our hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in 94, [G] fuck your truce
Now crawl [Ab] your head in that noose, you wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just peace and BG's up to re-approve
Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Aussies
When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct
Make sure your corporate don't dare be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our taxes accept
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a tech
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess Mad City
Stand down, where you from, nigga?
Fuck you, no, where you from, my nigga?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?
This is Mad City, I run, I nigga
If by rules they risk, I'll get along
They probably gun me down by the end of this song
Sing like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the [Db] street, I hear
YAH YAH YAH
Key:
Ab
G
Eb
A
Bb
Ab
G
Eb
If I rose and crips all got along, they probably gunned me down by the end of this song
Seem [G] like the whole city go against me, every time [Ab] I'm in the street I hear
YAK [Eb] YAK YAK YAK
Man down, where you from, mother?
Fuck you, bro, where you from, my mother?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my mother?
This mad city I run, my mother
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on harm slinging crack or moon cocaine
This is code a second, flimmy, coney, yakkin' major pain
Not the drill [A] sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
[Bb] It was me, El Boogie, Yang Yang, [Ab] YG, Lucky, ride down Rose Cairns
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself
Uh, warriors in Quonin's hope, euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver [Ab] seek the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
At the same breakfast stand where Joey sang out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
But ever since that day, I was looking at a difference
That was back when I was nine, Joey back to nine
Had to stand on every porch and spine, we adapt to crime
Pick a van with four guns at a time, with a sliding door
Fuck is up, fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up
You fucking punk, picking up the fucking pump
Picking up you suck a suck a dick a die a suck a bunch of wallop
Where this coming from?
AKs, ARs, AR, duck
That's what mama said when we was eating every lunch
Aw man, goddamn, our hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in 94, [G] fuck your truce
Now crawl [Ab] your head in that noose, you wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just peace and BG's up to re-approve
Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Aussies
When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct
Make sure your corporate don't dare be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our taxes accept
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a tech
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess Mad City
Stand down, where you from, nigga?
Fuck you, no, where you from, my nigga?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?
This is Mad City, I run, I nigga
If by rules they risk, I'll get along
They probably gun me down by the end of this song
Sing like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the [Db] street, I hear
YAH YAH YAH
Seem [G] like the whole city go against me, every time [Ab] I'm in the street I hear
YAK [Eb] YAK YAK YAK
Man down, where you from, mother?
Fuck you, bro, where you from, my mother?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my mother?
This mad city I run, my mother
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on harm slinging crack or moon cocaine
This is code a second, flimmy, coney, yakkin' major pain
Not the drill [A] sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
[Bb] It was me, El Boogie, Yang Yang, [Ab] YG, Lucky, ride down Rose Cairns
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself
Uh, warriors in Quonin's hope, euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver [Ab] seek the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
At the same breakfast stand where Joey sang out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
But ever since that day, I was looking at a difference
That was back when I was nine, Joey back to nine
Had to stand on every porch and spine, we adapt to crime
Pick a van with four guns at a time, with a sliding door
Fuck is up, fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up
You fucking punk, picking up the fucking pump
Picking up you suck a suck a dick a die a suck a bunch of wallop
Where this coming from?
AKs, ARs, AR, duck
That's what mama said when we was eating every lunch
Aw man, goddamn, our hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in 94, [G] fuck your truce
Now crawl [Ab] your head in that noose, you wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just peace and BG's up to re-approve
Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Aussies
When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct
Make sure your corporate don't dare be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our taxes accept
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a tech
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess Mad City
Stand down, where you from, nigga?
Fuck you, no, where you from, my nigga?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?
This is Mad City, I run, I nigga
If by rules they risk, I'll get along
They probably gun me down by the end of this song
Sing like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the [Db] street, I hear
YAH YAH YAH