Chords for Post Malone - "Rockstar" (ft. 21 Savage) Impersonation Cover (LIVE ONE-TAKE!)
Tempo:
106.35 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
Eb
Bb
Cm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Hey, you ready?
Yeah.
[Gm]
Borscht!
I'm in fucking oath!
Poppin' pillies, man!
Feel [Bb] just like [Eb] a rock star!
Oh, my brother's got the gas, they always be smokin' [Gm] like a rasta!
Oh!
Right, sluggin' with me, callin' for the newsy and show up, man, in the char-tahs!
Yo!
[Cm] When my homies [Eb] pull up on my block, they get that thing-a-ra-ta-ta [Gm]-tah!
Right, right, switch my webcam back to black and start sayin' rest [Gm] in peace to Bond's [Eb] score!
Oh, okay.
Close that door with blowin' smoke, she ask me why the fire like I'm [Gm] Morrison!
Oh, my God.
As the fool on stage, probably leave my fucking show in a cop [Eb] car.
Nice work.
Kid was legendary through a TV out the window of the [Gm] montage.
Cocaine on the table, liquor pouring, don't give a damn!
My girlfriend is a groupie, she just try to [Eb] get in!
Sayin' I'm with the band!
[Gm] Now she actin' out a punk and tryna grab a bowl of pain!
Said you could just see my trailer, see they ain't [Eb] got a man!
And they all brought a friend!
Whoa!
What's going on, [Gm] man?
How's you?
I've been in the hills, fucking superstars, feeling like a pop [Eb] star.
Drinking Henny, bad bitches jumping in the pool, and they ain't got [Gm] on no bra.
She hit her from the back, pulling on her thanks, and now she's screaming out, no [Eb] mas, no por favor, no mas!
They like, Savage, wow, you got a 12-car garage and only six cars, wow!
I've been fucking hosting Trump, man, I feel like a rasta.
All my brothers got the gas and they always be smoking like a rasta!
[Gm]
Ay, ay, [G] fucking with me, call up all the Uzi and show up, name them the shotas!
Ay, when my [Eb] homies pull up on the block, they make that thing go ra-ta-ta-ta!
[C] Ra!
Ra!
Ra-ta-ta-ta!
Dirt shirt!
Ta-ta!
Ga!
I said Gaga, so
[Gm]
Yeah.
[Gm]
Borscht!
I'm in fucking oath!
Poppin' pillies, man!
Feel [Bb] just like [Eb] a rock star!
Oh, my brother's got the gas, they always be smokin' [Gm] like a rasta!
Oh!
Right, sluggin' with me, callin' for the newsy and show up, man, in the char-tahs!
Yo!
[Cm] When my homies [Eb] pull up on my block, they get that thing-a-ra-ta-ta [Gm]-tah!
Right, right, switch my webcam back to black and start sayin' rest [Gm] in peace to Bond's [Eb] score!
Oh, okay.
Close that door with blowin' smoke, she ask me why the fire like I'm [Gm] Morrison!
Oh, my God.
As the fool on stage, probably leave my fucking show in a cop [Eb] car.
Nice work.
Kid was legendary through a TV out the window of the [Gm] montage.
Cocaine on the table, liquor pouring, don't give a damn!
My girlfriend is a groupie, she just try to [Eb] get in!
Sayin' I'm with the band!
[Gm] Now she actin' out a punk and tryna grab a bowl of pain!
Said you could just see my trailer, see they ain't [Eb] got a man!
And they all brought a friend!
Whoa!
What's going on, [Gm] man?
How's you?
I've been in the hills, fucking superstars, feeling like a pop [Eb] star.
Drinking Henny, bad bitches jumping in the pool, and they ain't got [Gm] on no bra.
She hit her from the back, pulling on her thanks, and now she's screaming out, no [Eb] mas, no por favor, no mas!
They like, Savage, wow, you got a 12-car garage and only six cars, wow!
I've been fucking hosting Trump, man, I feel like a rasta.
All my brothers got the gas and they always be smoking like a rasta!
[Gm]
Ay, ay, [G] fucking with me, call up all the Uzi and show up, name them the shotas!
Ay, when my [Eb] homies pull up on the block, they make that thing go ra-ta-ta-ta!
[C] Ra!
Ra!
Ra-ta-ta-ta!
Dirt shirt!
Ta-ta!
Ga!
I said Gaga, so
[Gm]
Key:
Gm
Eb
Bb
Cm
G
Gm
Eb
Bb
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Hey, you ready?
_ Yeah.
_ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ Borscht!
I'm in fucking oath!
Poppin' pillies, man!
Feel [Bb] just like [Eb] a rock star!
_ Oh, my brother's got the gas, they always be smokin' [Gm] like a rasta!
Oh!
Right, sluggin' with me, callin' for the newsy and show up, man, in the char-tahs!
Yo!
[Cm] When my homies [Eb] pull up on my block, they get that thing-a-ra-ta-ta [Gm]-tah!
Right, right, switch my webcam back to black and start sayin' rest [Gm] in peace to Bond's [Eb] score!
Oh, okay.
Close that door with blowin' smoke, she ask me why the fire like I'm [Gm] Morrison!
Oh, my God.
As the fool on stage, probably leave my fucking show in a cop [Eb] car.
Nice work.
Kid was legendary through a TV out the window of the [Gm] montage.
Cocaine on the table, liquor pouring, don't give a damn!
My girlfriend is a groupie, she just try to [Eb] get in!
Sayin' I'm with the band! _ _
_ _ [Gm] Now she actin' out a punk and tryna grab a bowl of pain!
Said you could just see my trailer, see they ain't [Eb] got a man! _
And they all brought a friend!
Whoa!
What's going on, [Gm] man?
How's you?
I've been in the hills, fucking superstars, feeling like a pop [Eb] star.
_ _ Drinking Henny, bad bitches jumping in the pool, and they ain't got [Gm] on no bra.
She hit her from the back, pulling on her thanks, and now she's screaming out, no [Eb] mas, no por favor, no mas!
They like, Savage, wow, you got a 12-car garage and only six cars, wow!
_ I've been fucking hosting Trump, man, I feel like a rasta. _ _
All my brothers got the gas and they always be smoking like a rasta!
[Gm]
Ay, ay, [G] fucking with me, call up all the Uzi and show up, name them the shotas!
_ Ay, when my [Eb] homies pull up on the block, they make that thing go ra-ta-ta-ta!
[C] Ra!
Ra!
Ra-ta-ta-ta!
Dirt shirt!
Ta-ta!
Ga! _ _ _
I said Gaga, so_
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Hey, you ready?
_ Yeah.
_ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ Borscht!
I'm in fucking oath!
Poppin' pillies, man!
Feel [Bb] just like [Eb] a rock star!
_ Oh, my brother's got the gas, they always be smokin' [Gm] like a rasta!
Oh!
Right, sluggin' with me, callin' for the newsy and show up, man, in the char-tahs!
Yo!
[Cm] When my homies [Eb] pull up on my block, they get that thing-a-ra-ta-ta [Gm]-tah!
Right, right, switch my webcam back to black and start sayin' rest [Gm] in peace to Bond's [Eb] score!
Oh, okay.
Close that door with blowin' smoke, she ask me why the fire like I'm [Gm] Morrison!
Oh, my God.
As the fool on stage, probably leave my fucking show in a cop [Eb] car.
Nice work.
Kid was legendary through a TV out the window of the [Gm] montage.
Cocaine on the table, liquor pouring, don't give a damn!
My girlfriend is a groupie, she just try to [Eb] get in!
Sayin' I'm with the band! _ _
_ _ [Gm] Now she actin' out a punk and tryna grab a bowl of pain!
Said you could just see my trailer, see they ain't [Eb] got a man! _
And they all brought a friend!
Whoa!
What's going on, [Gm] man?
How's you?
I've been in the hills, fucking superstars, feeling like a pop [Eb] star.
_ _ Drinking Henny, bad bitches jumping in the pool, and they ain't got [Gm] on no bra.
She hit her from the back, pulling on her thanks, and now she's screaming out, no [Eb] mas, no por favor, no mas!
They like, Savage, wow, you got a 12-car garage and only six cars, wow!
_ I've been fucking hosting Trump, man, I feel like a rasta. _ _
All my brothers got the gas and they always be smoking like a rasta!
[Gm]
Ay, ay, [G] fucking with me, call up all the Uzi and show up, name them the shotas!
_ Ay, when my [Eb] homies pull up on the block, they make that thing go ra-ta-ta-ta!
[C] Ra!
Ra!
Ra-ta-ta-ta!
Dirt shirt!
Ta-ta!
Ga! _ _ _
I said Gaga, so_
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _