Chords for Missy Elliott - Pass That Dutch [Official Music Video]
Tempo:
111.5 bpm
Chords used:
E
C#
C#m
F#m
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
As I grab my pad and pen and [E] begin to talk from within, [C#m] oh God, my eyes, they water like
[C#] a preacher who sins.
I'm [F#m] only human, but the world has put me on a platform [E] since the day I was [C#m] born to only
wait for my downfall.
But like a brick wall, I'm [C#] too hard to break.
[F#m] Okay, I do make mistakes, but I'm the realest from [E] the fake.
That's why I'm [C#m] the hardest to hate.
I live, baby girl, I've [C#] learned to love those while they're still awake.
[D] Sleep, [C#m] sleep, and prepare a place for those [E] who are good in the project and hoard.
Gifted or misunderstood, I know Lisa, Pac, and Biggie, [C#] and Jay, and Parna, [F#m] still number one.
There will be more of us to come.
[E] I am a leader, a teacher, a [C#m] guider.
Like a single parent provider, putting back those hip-hop [F#m] savages.
Like a priest with a backslider, [E] I've sinned, but I [C#m] win.
And anyone we've lost in life from 9-11, we'll be sure to see again.
[N] Listen up, everyone.
We have been just informed that there's an unknown virus attacking all clubs.
Symptoms have been said to be heavy breathing, wild dancing, talking.
So when you hear the sound, party hard.
Run for cover, cover, cover.
[C#] [Em]
Mr.
Mena on the floor, pretty boy, here I come.
Punks in the bunk make you wanna hurt something.
I can take your man, I don't have to sex him.
Hang him out the window, call me Michael Jackson.
I'm a pain in your rectum.
I can take your man, I don't have to sex him.
I'm a
[A]
[C] [F#]
[A#m] [C#]
pain in your rectum.
I can take your man, I don't have to sex him.
[F#m]
[N] I can take your man, I don't have to sex him.
Flip-flop Paul, I know whom you want to hop on for dope dale.
Oh, thank you.
You all are so [A] wonderful.
[C#]
[G#] Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up.
[E] [C#]
[G#m] [E]
[A]
[F#] [N]
[G#] Luther King fever.
I'm [F#] a feature.
What you teach?
I need to preach.
It's time to get serious.
Black people are areas who gonna carry us.
It ain't time to bury [E] us.
Cause music be our [D#] first love.
Say I do.
Let's cherish it.
Don't got a gun.
It's all right.
If you make illegal money, it's all right.
If you gotta keep your clothes on, it's all right.
[D] You ain't gotta sell your love phone.
It's all right.
[D#] And your wheels don't spin.
It's all right.
And you gotta wear them jeans again.
It's all right.
Yeah, if you try it, oh, well, it's all right.
MC.
Stop the beef. Less so.
It's all right.
Wake up, wake up,
[C#] a preacher who sins.
I'm [F#m] only human, but the world has put me on a platform [E] since the day I was [C#m] born to only
wait for my downfall.
But like a brick wall, I'm [C#] too hard to break.
[F#m] Okay, I do make mistakes, but I'm the realest from [E] the fake.
That's why I'm [C#m] the hardest to hate.
I live, baby girl, I've [C#] learned to love those while they're still awake.
[D] Sleep, [C#m] sleep, and prepare a place for those [E] who are good in the project and hoard.
Gifted or misunderstood, I know Lisa, Pac, and Biggie, [C#] and Jay, and Parna, [F#m] still number one.
There will be more of us to come.
[E] I am a leader, a teacher, a [C#m] guider.
Like a single parent provider, putting back those hip-hop [F#m] savages.
Like a priest with a backslider, [E] I've sinned, but I [C#m] win.
And anyone we've lost in life from 9-11, we'll be sure to see again.
[N] Listen up, everyone.
We have been just informed that there's an unknown virus attacking all clubs.
Symptoms have been said to be heavy breathing, wild dancing, talking.
So when you hear the sound, party hard.
Run for cover, cover, cover.
[C#] [Em]
Mr.
Mena on the floor, pretty boy, here I come.
Punks in the bunk make you wanna hurt something.
I can take your man, I don't have to sex him.
Hang him out the window, call me Michael Jackson.
I'm a pain in your rectum.
I can take your man, I don't have to sex him.
I'm a
[A]
[C] [F#]
[A#m] [C#]
pain in your rectum.
I can take your man, I don't have to sex him.
[F#m]
[N] I can take your man, I don't have to sex him.
Flip-flop Paul, I know whom you want to hop on for dope dale.
Oh, thank you.
You all are so [A] wonderful.
[C#]
[G#] Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up.
[E] [C#]
[G#m] [E]
[A]
[F#] [N]
[G#] Luther King fever.
I'm [F#] a feature.
What you teach?
I need to preach.
It's time to get serious.
Black people are areas who gonna carry us.
It ain't time to bury [E] us.
Cause music be our [D#] first love.
Say I do.
Let's cherish it.
Don't got a gun.
It's all right.
If you make illegal money, it's all right.
If you gotta keep your clothes on, it's all right.
[D] You ain't gotta sell your love phone.
It's all right.
[D#] And your wheels don't spin.
It's all right.
And you gotta wear them jeans again.
It's all right.
Yeah, if you try it, oh, well, it's all right.
MC.
Stop the beef. Less so.
It's all right.
Wake up, wake up,
Key:
E
C#
C#m
F#m
A
E
C#
C#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ As I grab my pad and pen and [E] begin to talk from within, [C#m] _ oh God, my eyes, they water like
[C#] a preacher who sins.
I'm [F#m] only human, but the world has put me on a platform [E] since the day I was [C#m] born to only
wait for my downfall.
But like a brick wall, I'm [C#] too hard to break.
[F#m] _ Okay, I do make mistakes, but I'm the realest from [E] the fake.
That's why I'm [C#m] the hardest to hate.
I live, baby girl, I've [C#] learned to love those while they're still awake.
[D] Sleep, [C#m] sleep, and prepare a place for those [E] who are good in the project and hoard.
Gifted or misunderstood, I know Lisa, Pac, and Biggie, [C#] and Jay, and Parna, [F#m] still number one.
There will be more of us to come.
[E] I am a leader, a teacher, a [C#m] guider.
Like a single parent provider, putting back those hip-hop [F#m] savages.
Like a priest with a backslider, [E] I've sinned, but I [C#m] win.
And anyone we've lost in life from 9-11, we'll be sure to see again.
[N] _ _ Listen up, everyone.
We have been just informed that there's an unknown virus attacking all clubs.
Symptoms have been said to be heavy breathing, wild dancing, talking.
So when you hear the sound, party hard.
Run for cover, cover, cover. _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Mr. _
_ _ _ _ _ Mena on the floor, pretty boy, here I come.
Punks in the bunk make you wanna hurt something.
I can take your man, I don't have to sex him.
Hang him out the window, call me Michael Jackson.
I'm a pain in your rectum.
I can take your man, I don't have to sex him.
_ _ _ I'm _ _ _ _ _ _ _
a _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ [A#m] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
pain in your rectum.
I can take your man, I don't have to sex him. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ I _ can _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ take _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ your man, I don't have to sex him.
Flip-flop Paul, _ I know whom you want to hop on for dope dale.
Oh, thank you.
You all are so [A] wonderful. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up. _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ Luther King fever.
I'm [F#] a feature.
What you teach?
I need to preach.
It's time to get serious.
Black people are areas who gonna carry us.
It ain't time to bury [E] us.
Cause music be our [D#] first love.
Say I do.
Let's cherish it.
Don't got a gun.
It's all right.
If you make illegal money, it's all right.
If you gotta keep your clothes on, it's all right.
[D] You ain't gotta sell your love phone.
It's all right.
[D#] And your wheels don't spin.
It's all right.
And you gotta wear them jeans again.
It's all right.
Yeah, if you try it, oh, well, it's all right.
MC.
Stop the beef. Less so.
It's all right.
Wake up, wake up,
_ _ _ _ As I grab my pad and pen and [E] begin to talk from within, [C#m] _ oh God, my eyes, they water like
[C#] a preacher who sins.
I'm [F#m] only human, but the world has put me on a platform [E] since the day I was [C#m] born to only
wait for my downfall.
But like a brick wall, I'm [C#] too hard to break.
[F#m] _ Okay, I do make mistakes, but I'm the realest from [E] the fake.
That's why I'm [C#m] the hardest to hate.
I live, baby girl, I've [C#] learned to love those while they're still awake.
[D] Sleep, [C#m] sleep, and prepare a place for those [E] who are good in the project and hoard.
Gifted or misunderstood, I know Lisa, Pac, and Biggie, [C#] and Jay, and Parna, [F#m] still number one.
There will be more of us to come.
[E] I am a leader, a teacher, a [C#m] guider.
Like a single parent provider, putting back those hip-hop [F#m] savages.
Like a priest with a backslider, [E] I've sinned, but I [C#m] win.
And anyone we've lost in life from 9-11, we'll be sure to see again.
[N] _ _ Listen up, everyone.
We have been just informed that there's an unknown virus attacking all clubs.
Symptoms have been said to be heavy breathing, wild dancing, talking.
So when you hear the sound, party hard.
Run for cover, cover, cover. _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Mr. _
_ _ _ _ _ Mena on the floor, pretty boy, here I come.
Punks in the bunk make you wanna hurt something.
I can take your man, I don't have to sex him.
Hang him out the window, call me Michael Jackson.
I'm a pain in your rectum.
I can take your man, I don't have to sex him.
_ _ _ I'm _ _ _ _ _ _ _
a _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ [A#m] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
pain in your rectum.
I can take your man, I don't have to sex him. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ I _ can _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ take _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ your man, I don't have to sex him.
Flip-flop Paul, _ I know whom you want to hop on for dope dale.
Oh, thank you.
You all are so [A] wonderful. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up. _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ Luther King fever.
I'm [F#] a feature.
What you teach?
I need to preach.
It's time to get serious.
Black people are areas who gonna carry us.
It ain't time to bury [E] us.
Cause music be our [D#] first love.
Say I do.
Let's cherish it.
Don't got a gun.
It's all right.
If you make illegal money, it's all right.
If you gotta keep your clothes on, it's all right.
[D] You ain't gotta sell your love phone.
It's all right.
[D#] And your wheels don't spin.
It's all right.
And you gotta wear them jeans again.
It's all right.
Yeah, if you try it, oh, well, it's all right.
MC.
Stop the beef. Less so.
It's all right.
Wake up, wake up,