Chords for Potter Payper - Too Much Years | Video by @PacmanTV @ThePotterBk
Tempo:
104.15 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
E
B
Bm
Ebm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ebm] [Abm] You are now locked into Pac-Man TV.
[Ebm] [B] [Abm]
[E]
[G] [B]
I make you bullet boy like Ashley.
Now I'm trying to mash P.
Push white smash P.
Trying to cop the drop top.
Two smoking barrels and I lock stock.
Line ringing non-stop.
Firing.
Grind like I grind.
Then this grind gets [Dbm] tiring.
Mommy [B] said you made your bed.
Son you got a lot in [Abm] it.
Got me flying OT.
8-12 full [Bm] speed.
Big split pen cheese.
[Abm] Femur Bentley Benz Pease.
Weed up in the tempies.
For my mommy's struggle [Em] so I had to pay the rent G's.
Bag my [Abm] brother KV.
Bag my brother G-Star.
Life ain't a [Bm] game.
If it was I would restart.
[Am] Instead I'm in [Abm] this fiend's yard.
Getting hard like Scarface [B] boy's green card.
Crushing big buds in my palm trying to de-stress.
Stuck up in this shit mess.
Chilling in the deep [E] end.
Surrounded by some fake friends.
When I'm just trying to [Abm] make ends.
Meat like the underground.
J's is one [E] that ram me down.
Telling me they love [Gb] me now.
Lick your [Abm] uncle's something down.
Cheeries and my button down.
Smelling like a weed house.
Been cutting trees down.
Stool frog gang sign.
Never put my B down.
Communities fiend out.
Never let me be chow.
They was having sleepovers.
I used to sleep out.
I'm a real street boy.
[E] Dope man D-Boy.
[B] All about reload.
Hood Miss Lebo.
Lying on early like T4.
Shit I mean T4.
[Abm] Land Bank C4.
Box Money G4.
I [E] ain't trying to be poor.
If I [B] had a wish.
I wish I could see more.
I buy by the street law.
Up and down in and out.
Doggy till my feet sore.
This one told me take time.
Analyze the roadside.
[E] This I gotta get if I'm gonna know [B] what these roads like.
I could tell these youths what's social like.
I ain't playing ping pong.
Doggy I'm a grown man.
Still miss telling shit my nigga what's the crow man.
RIP Wallis.
RIP Fuller.
Jesus a la Buddha.
I'm just praying that they let real G's into [Bm] heaven.
Earl Grimes 11 streets [Abm] took me round 11.
[E]
[Abm]
[E] But here what I'm saying.
[B] [Abm] [E] [Abm]
[E]
[B] [Abm] [N]
[Ebm] [B] [Abm]
[E]
[G] [B]
I make you bullet boy like Ashley.
Now I'm trying to mash P.
Push white smash P.
Trying to cop the drop top.
Two smoking barrels and I lock stock.
Line ringing non-stop.
Firing.
Grind like I grind.
Then this grind gets [Dbm] tiring.
Mommy [B] said you made your bed.
Son you got a lot in [Abm] it.
Got me flying OT.
8-12 full [Bm] speed.
Big split pen cheese.
[Abm] Femur Bentley Benz Pease.
Weed up in the tempies.
For my mommy's struggle [Em] so I had to pay the rent G's.
Bag my [Abm] brother KV.
Bag my brother G-Star.
Life ain't a [Bm] game.
If it was I would restart.
[Am] Instead I'm in [Abm] this fiend's yard.
Getting hard like Scarface [B] boy's green card.
Crushing big buds in my palm trying to de-stress.
Stuck up in this shit mess.
Chilling in the deep [E] end.
Surrounded by some fake friends.
When I'm just trying to [Abm] make ends.
Meat like the underground.
J's is one [E] that ram me down.
Telling me they love [Gb] me now.
Lick your [Abm] uncle's something down.
Cheeries and my button down.
Smelling like a weed house.
Been cutting trees down.
Stool frog gang sign.
Never put my B down.
Communities fiend out.
Never let me be chow.
They was having sleepovers.
I used to sleep out.
I'm a real street boy.
[E] Dope man D-Boy.
[B] All about reload.
Hood Miss Lebo.
Lying on early like T4.
Shit I mean T4.
[Abm] Land Bank C4.
Box Money G4.
I [E] ain't trying to be poor.
If I [B] had a wish.
I wish I could see more.
I buy by the street law.
Up and down in and out.
Doggy till my feet sore.
This one told me take time.
Analyze the roadside.
[E] This I gotta get if I'm gonna know [B] what these roads like.
I could tell these youths what's social like.
I ain't playing ping pong.
Doggy I'm a grown man.
Still miss telling shit my nigga what's the crow man.
RIP Wallis.
RIP Fuller.
Jesus a la Buddha.
I'm just praying that they let real G's into [Bm] heaven.
Earl Grimes 11 streets [Abm] took me round 11.
[E]
[Abm]
[E] But here what I'm saying.
[B] [Abm] [E] [Abm]
[E]
[B] [Abm] [N]
Key:
Abm
E
B
Bm
Ebm
Abm
E
B
[Ebm] _ _ [Abm] You are now locked into Pac-Man TV. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [Abm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I make you bullet boy like Ashley.
Now I'm trying to mash P.
Push white smash P.
Trying to cop the drop top.
Two smoking barrels and I lock stock.
Line ringing non-stop.
Firing.
Grind like I grind.
Then this grind gets [Dbm] tiring.
Mommy [B] said you made your bed.
Son you got a lot in [Abm] it.
Got me flying OT.
8-12 full [Bm] speed.
Big split pen cheese.
[Abm] Femur Bentley Benz Pease.
Weed up in the tempies.
For my mommy's struggle [Em] so I had to pay the rent G's.
Bag my [Abm] brother KV.
Bag my brother G-Star.
Life ain't a [Bm] game.
If it was I would restart.
[Am] Instead I'm in [Abm] this fiend's yard.
Getting hard like Scarface [B] boy's green card.
Crushing big buds in my palm trying to de-stress.
Stuck up in this shit mess.
Chilling in the deep [E] end.
Surrounded by some fake friends.
When I'm just trying to [Abm] make ends.
Meat like the underground.
J's is one [E] that ram me down.
Telling me they love [Gb] me now.
Lick your [Abm] uncle's something down.
Cheeries and my button down.
Smelling like a weed house.
Been cutting trees down.
Stool frog gang sign.
Never put my B down.
Communities fiend out.
Never let me be chow.
They was having sleepovers.
I used to sleep out.
I'm a real street boy.
[E] Dope man D-Boy.
[B] All about reload.
Hood Miss Lebo.
Lying on early like T4.
Shit I mean T4.
[Abm] Land Bank C4.
Box Money G4.
I [E] ain't trying to be poor.
If I [B] had a wish.
I wish I could see more.
I buy by the street law.
Up and down in and out.
Doggy till my feet sore.
This one told me take time.
Analyze the roadside.
[E] This I gotta get if I'm gonna know [B] what these roads like.
I could tell these youths what's social like.
I ain't playing ping pong.
Doggy I'm a grown man.
Still miss telling shit my nigga what's the crow man.
RIP Wallis.
RIP Fuller.
Jesus a la Buddha.
I'm just praying that they let real G's into [Bm] heaven.
Earl Grimes 11 streets [Abm] took me round 11.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _
[E] But here what I'm saying.
[B] _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[B] _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [Abm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I make you bullet boy like Ashley.
Now I'm trying to mash P.
Push white smash P.
Trying to cop the drop top.
Two smoking barrels and I lock stock.
Line ringing non-stop.
Firing.
Grind like I grind.
Then this grind gets [Dbm] tiring.
Mommy [B] said you made your bed.
Son you got a lot in [Abm] it.
Got me flying OT.
8-12 full [Bm] speed.
Big split pen cheese.
[Abm] Femur Bentley Benz Pease.
Weed up in the tempies.
For my mommy's struggle [Em] so I had to pay the rent G's.
Bag my [Abm] brother KV.
Bag my brother G-Star.
Life ain't a [Bm] game.
If it was I would restart.
[Am] Instead I'm in [Abm] this fiend's yard.
Getting hard like Scarface [B] boy's green card.
Crushing big buds in my palm trying to de-stress.
Stuck up in this shit mess.
Chilling in the deep [E] end.
Surrounded by some fake friends.
When I'm just trying to [Abm] make ends.
Meat like the underground.
J's is one [E] that ram me down.
Telling me they love [Gb] me now.
Lick your [Abm] uncle's something down.
Cheeries and my button down.
Smelling like a weed house.
Been cutting trees down.
Stool frog gang sign.
Never put my B down.
Communities fiend out.
Never let me be chow.
They was having sleepovers.
I used to sleep out.
I'm a real street boy.
[E] Dope man D-Boy.
[B] All about reload.
Hood Miss Lebo.
Lying on early like T4.
Shit I mean T4.
[Abm] Land Bank C4.
Box Money G4.
I [E] ain't trying to be poor.
If I [B] had a wish.
I wish I could see more.
I buy by the street law.
Up and down in and out.
Doggy till my feet sore.
This one told me take time.
Analyze the roadside.
[E] This I gotta get if I'm gonna know [B] what these roads like.
I could tell these youths what's social like.
I ain't playing ping pong.
Doggy I'm a grown man.
Still miss telling shit my nigga what's the crow man.
RIP Wallis.
RIP Fuller.
Jesus a la Buddha.
I'm just praying that they let real G's into [Bm] heaven.
Earl Grimes 11 streets [Abm] took me round 11.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _
[E] But here what I'm saying.
[B] _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[B] _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _