Daughters Chords by Nas
Tempo:
85.4 bpm
Chords used:
F#
Fm
F
C#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Check it [Fm] out.
I call it.
[F#] Yeah.
[Fm] Yeah.
Yeah.
For my brothers with daughters.
I [F#] call it.
[Fm] For my brothers with daughters.
I call it.
For my brothers with daughters.
I call it.
For my brothers with daughters.
I [F#] saw my daughter [Fm] send a letter to some boy [F#] her age
who locked up.
[Fm] First I regretted it, then
caught [F#] my rage.
Like, how could I [C#] not
protect her from this awful thing?
[F#] Never tried to hide [Fm] who I was.
She was
taut [F#] and raised like a [Fm] princess.
But while I'm on stage, I can't leave her defenseless.
Plus, she seen me switchin' women.
Popped a sauce of [F#] pimps.
She [Fm] heard stories
of her daddy duckin'.
So if her
husband is a gangster, can't be mad.
I love him.
Never.
For her, I want better.
Homie in jail, dead [F#] dad.
Wait till [Fm] he
come home.
You can see [C#] where his head's at.
God damn, they be tryin'
[F#] to live.
He seen your mama [F] crib.
Plus,
I'm sure he know who your father [F#] is.
Although [Fm] you real, plus a honest kid.
Don't think I'm slow.
I know you probably had that
chronic lid.
You 17, I got
a problem with it.
She look at me
[F#] like I'm not the [Fm] cleanest father figure.
[F#] But she rockin' with it.
[Fm] For my brothers with [F#] daughters, I call it.
[Fm] For my brothers with daughters,
I [F#] call it.
[Fm] Not sayin' that
our sons are less important.
[F] For my brothers
with daughters, I [F#] call it.
[Fm] For my brothers with daughters, I call
it.
Not sayin' that our sons are less important. Yeah.
[F#] This morning, I [F] got a call.
Nearly split [F#] my wig.
The social network
[Fm] said, Nas, go and get your kid.
She's on Twitter.
[F] I know she ain't go
post no pic of [F#] herself [G#] underdressed.
No inappropriate rights.
Her mother [F] cried when she asked.
Said she don't know what got inside this [N] child's mind she planted.
I call it.
[F#] Yeah.
[Fm] Yeah.
Yeah.
For my brothers with daughters.
I [F#] call it.
[Fm] For my brothers with daughters.
I call it.
For my brothers with daughters.
I call it.
For my brothers with daughters.
I [F#] saw my daughter [Fm] send a letter to some boy [F#] her age
who locked up.
[Fm] First I regretted it, then
caught [F#] my rage.
Like, how could I [C#] not
protect her from this awful thing?
[F#] Never tried to hide [Fm] who I was.
She was
taut [F#] and raised like a [Fm] princess.
But while I'm on stage, I can't leave her defenseless.
Plus, she seen me switchin' women.
Popped a sauce of [F#] pimps.
She [Fm] heard stories
of her daddy duckin'.
So if her
husband is a gangster, can't be mad.
I love him.
Never.
For her, I want better.
Homie in jail, dead [F#] dad.
Wait till [Fm] he
come home.
You can see [C#] where his head's at.
God damn, they be tryin'
[F#] to live.
He seen your mama [F] crib.
Plus,
I'm sure he know who your father [F#] is.
Although [Fm] you real, plus a honest kid.
Don't think I'm slow.
I know you probably had that
chronic lid.
You 17, I got
a problem with it.
She look at me
[F#] like I'm not the [Fm] cleanest father figure.
[F#] But she rockin' with it.
[Fm] For my brothers with [F#] daughters, I call it.
[Fm] For my brothers with daughters,
I [F#] call it.
[Fm] Not sayin' that
our sons are less important.
[F] For my brothers
with daughters, I [F#] call it.
[Fm] For my brothers with daughters, I call
it.
Not sayin' that our sons are less important. Yeah.
[F#] This morning, I [F] got a call.
Nearly split [F#] my wig.
The social network
[Fm] said, Nas, go and get your kid.
She's on Twitter.
[F] I know she ain't go
post no pic of [F#] herself [G#] underdressed.
No inappropriate rights.
Her mother [F] cried when she asked.
Said she don't know what got inside this [N] child's mind she planted.
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_ _ Check it [Fm] out.
_ I call it. _ _
[F#] Yeah.
[Fm] _ _ Yeah. _
Yeah.
For my brothers with daughters.
I [F#] call it.
[Fm] For my brothers with daughters.
I call it.
For my brothers with daughters.
I call it.
For my brothers with daughters.
I [F#] saw my daughter [Fm] send a letter to some boy [F#] her age
who locked up.
[Fm] First I regretted it, then
caught [F#] my rage.
Like, how could I [C#] not
protect her from this awful thing?
[F#] Never tried to hide [Fm] who I was.
She was
taut [F#] and raised like a [Fm] princess.
But while I'm on stage, I can't leave her defenseless.
Plus, she seen me switchin' women.
Popped a sauce of [F#] pimps.
She [Fm] heard stories
of her daddy duckin'.
So if her
husband is a gangster, can't be mad.
I love him.
Never.
For her, I want better.
Homie in jail, dead [F#] dad.
Wait till [Fm] he
come home.
You can see [C#] where his head's at.
God damn, they be tryin'
[F#] to live.
He seen your mama [F] crib.
Plus,
I'm sure he know who your father [F#] is.
Although [Fm] you real, plus a honest kid.
Don't think I'm slow.
I know you probably had that
chronic lid.
You 17, I got
a problem with it.
She look at me
[F#] like I'm not the [Fm] cleanest father figure.
[F#] But she rockin' with it.
[Fm] For my brothers with [F#] daughters, I call it.
[Fm] For my brothers with daughters,
I [F#] call it.
[Fm] Not sayin' that
our sons are less important. _ _
_ _ [F] For my brothers
with daughters, I [F#] call it.
[Fm] For my brothers with daughters, I call
it.
Not sayin' that our sons are less important. Yeah. _ _
[F#] This morning, I [F] got a call.
Nearly split [F#] my wig.
The social network
[Fm] said, Nas, go and get your kid.
She's on Twitter.
[F] I know she ain't go
post no pic of [F#] herself [G#] underdressed.
No inappropriate rights.
Her mother [F] cried when she asked.
Said she don't know what got inside this [N] child's mind she planted. _
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_ _ Check it [Fm] out.
_ I call it. _ _
[F#] Yeah.
[Fm] _ _ Yeah. _
Yeah.
For my brothers with daughters.
I [F#] call it.
[Fm] For my brothers with daughters.
I call it.
For my brothers with daughters.
I call it.
For my brothers with daughters.
I [F#] saw my daughter [Fm] send a letter to some boy [F#] her age
who locked up.
[Fm] First I regretted it, then
caught [F#] my rage.
Like, how could I [C#] not
protect her from this awful thing?
[F#] Never tried to hide [Fm] who I was.
She was
taut [F#] and raised like a [Fm] princess.
But while I'm on stage, I can't leave her defenseless.
Plus, she seen me switchin' women.
Popped a sauce of [F#] pimps.
She [Fm] heard stories
of her daddy duckin'.
So if her
husband is a gangster, can't be mad.
I love him.
Never.
For her, I want better.
Homie in jail, dead [F#] dad.
Wait till [Fm] he
come home.
You can see [C#] where his head's at.
God damn, they be tryin'
[F#] to live.
He seen your mama [F] crib.
Plus,
I'm sure he know who your father [F#] is.
Although [Fm] you real, plus a honest kid.
Don't think I'm slow.
I know you probably had that
chronic lid.
You 17, I got
a problem with it.
She look at me
[F#] like I'm not the [Fm] cleanest father figure.
[F#] But she rockin' with it.
[Fm] For my brothers with [F#] daughters, I call it.
[Fm] For my brothers with daughters,
I [F#] call it.
[Fm] Not sayin' that
our sons are less important. _ _
_ _ [F] For my brothers
with daughters, I [F#] call it.
[Fm] For my brothers with daughters, I call
it.
Not sayin' that our sons are less important. Yeah. _ _
[F#] This morning, I [F] got a call.
Nearly split [F#] my wig.
The social network
[Fm] said, Nas, go and get your kid.
She's on Twitter.
[F] I know she ain't go
post no pic of [F#] herself [G#] underdressed.
No inappropriate rights.
Her mother [F] cried when she asked.
Said she don't know what got inside this [N] child's mind she planted. _
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