Chords for PROF & St. Paul Slim - Horses in the Ghetto (Official Video)
Tempo:
50.7 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
D
C#
A
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
They [F#] [F#m]
came [D] on a horse back [C#] to the ghetto.
[F#m] [C#] Hello little boy, take this canteen.
[F#m] Double barrel shotgun, every cock one shot one try to stay alive till the cops come.
Young real take the city by force, got an impeccable aim while I'm riding on a horse.
My gear, the whole shit's coated with explosives and post-its that'll blow [D] off your noses.
36 [C#] dynamite sticks around my kind of light ribs, I'm a [F#m] light bitch.
I ain't the city's new Don.
Whether or not you got your shoes on or your roof's gone, let's move on.
I bet you're sick of all that lame shit, that's why I came to murder everybody that they came with.
Put your shoes back.
They [D] came on a horse back to the ghetto.
[F#m] Let's do it.
[C#] [A] I'm a musical genius.
My turn now, everybody is fiendish.
And you can tell [F#] I'm dope, look at the fiends and the way I make them act like heathens.
Be screaming, fly misses all over the penis.
One zeroes [A] on that American dream [D] shit.
My game's seamless and I'm [C#] seasoned.
I got it sewed up like a seamstress, believe [F#m] it.
West and east coast, at the crib shorty gave me Barry Whitehead.
You know deep throat and you know the flow.
Coated in a teeth coat, dead Minnesota winter, walking three feet of snow.
I came through on a horse in the duster, sawed off shotgun, looking for you busters.
They came [D] on a horse back [C#] to the ghetto.
My style thus far is up charged, up [F#m] like a bus card.
Why you think I cuss hard?
[Bm] Young P is at sea, an athlete, [F#m] MC test me and wind up in the 10th seat.
[Bm] Back row to Astro Cass, it's Del [F#m] Castro, castrated cats from the wack flow, asshole.
[D] Bitches, I'm [F#m] riding on your horse through your town for the Christmas.
Okay, I'm OJ, Donkey, OJ, OJ, I chop, lift, and many roll aids.
[A] I'm from a different land where I aim the man hand over all your telegrams and put them in the sand.
[F#m] Cause young Rop is a first born kid, right?
They [D] came on a horse [C#] back to the ghetto.
[F#m] My magnums, Kool Outty, pull this bitch out and watch out, be outty.
Five thousand, and then I upgrade, party time, oops, I just spilled some [A] nutmeg.
On your girl's blouse, I'm in your girl's house, Chris Brown, bleed it till I sweat her damn curl out.
And then I swirl [F#] out, I got shit to do, like Ben Affleck, I'm not that into you.
I'm a rolling stone with a mobile phone, I ride horses.
[D] And you'll never find my fortress, [C#] take me out where the chorus is.
[F#m] [C#] [F#m] They came [D] on a horse back [C#] to the ghetto.
[D] [F#m] Yeah, bitches.
I think I like this town, Slim.
[D] Yeah, we [F#m] should set up shop.
They even got the dab for Dan I like.
They got till high noon to get the fuck out of town, or it's going down.
We don't need no more whack shit.
You seen the damsel in distress over there, you know the same thing.
I seen her, but I'm talking to you.
Mojon over there, this is Greg.
[A]
came [D] on a horse back [C#] to the ghetto.
[F#m] [C#] Hello little boy, take this canteen.
[F#m] Double barrel shotgun, every cock one shot one try to stay alive till the cops come.
Young real take the city by force, got an impeccable aim while I'm riding on a horse.
My gear, the whole shit's coated with explosives and post-its that'll blow [D] off your noses.
36 [C#] dynamite sticks around my kind of light ribs, I'm a [F#m] light bitch.
I ain't the city's new Don.
Whether or not you got your shoes on or your roof's gone, let's move on.
I bet you're sick of all that lame shit, that's why I came to murder everybody that they came with.
Put your shoes back.
They [D] came on a horse back to the ghetto.
[F#m] Let's do it.
[C#] [A] I'm a musical genius.
My turn now, everybody is fiendish.
And you can tell [F#] I'm dope, look at the fiends and the way I make them act like heathens.
Be screaming, fly misses all over the penis.
One zeroes [A] on that American dream [D] shit.
My game's seamless and I'm [C#] seasoned.
I got it sewed up like a seamstress, believe [F#m] it.
West and east coast, at the crib shorty gave me Barry Whitehead.
You know deep throat and you know the flow.
Coated in a teeth coat, dead Minnesota winter, walking three feet of snow.
I came through on a horse in the duster, sawed off shotgun, looking for you busters.
They came [D] on a horse back [C#] to the ghetto.
My style thus far is up charged, up [F#m] like a bus card.
Why you think I cuss hard?
[Bm] Young P is at sea, an athlete, [F#m] MC test me and wind up in the 10th seat.
[Bm] Back row to Astro Cass, it's Del [F#m] Castro, castrated cats from the wack flow, asshole.
[D] Bitches, I'm [F#m] riding on your horse through your town for the Christmas.
Okay, I'm OJ, Donkey, OJ, OJ, I chop, lift, and many roll aids.
[A] I'm from a different land where I aim the man hand over all your telegrams and put them in the sand.
[F#m] Cause young Rop is a first born kid, right?
They [D] came on a horse [C#] back to the ghetto.
[F#m] My magnums, Kool Outty, pull this bitch out and watch out, be outty.
Five thousand, and then I upgrade, party time, oops, I just spilled some [A] nutmeg.
On your girl's blouse, I'm in your girl's house, Chris Brown, bleed it till I sweat her damn curl out.
And then I swirl [F#] out, I got shit to do, like Ben Affleck, I'm not that into you.
I'm a rolling stone with a mobile phone, I ride horses.
[D] And you'll never find my fortress, [C#] take me out where the chorus is.
[F#m] [C#] [F#m] They came [D] on a horse back [C#] to the ghetto.
[D] [F#m] Yeah, bitches.
I think I like this town, Slim.
[D] Yeah, we [F#m] should set up shop.
They even got the dab for Dan I like.
They got till high noon to get the fuck out of town, or it's going down.
We don't need no more whack shit.
You seen the damsel in distress over there, you know the same thing.
I seen her, but I'm talking to you.
Mojon over there, this is Greg.
[A]
Key:
F#m
D
C#
A
F#
F#m
D
C#
They _ _ [F#] _ _ [F#m] _
came [D] on a horse back [C#] to the ghetto.
[F#m] _ [C#] Hello little boy, take this canteen.
[F#m] Double barrel shotgun, every cock one shot one try to stay alive till the cops come.
Young real take the city by force, got an impeccable aim while I'm riding on a horse.
My gear, the whole shit's coated with explosives and post-its that'll blow [D] off your noses.
36 [C#] dynamite sticks around my kind of light ribs, I'm a [F#m] light bitch.
I ain't the city's new Don.
Whether or not you got your shoes on or your roof's gone, let's move on.
I bet you're sick of all that lame shit, that's why I came to murder everybody that they came with.
Put your shoes back.
They [D] came on a horse back to the ghetto.
[F#m] _ Let's do it.
[C#] _ _ [A] I'm a musical genius.
My turn now, everybody is fiendish.
And you can tell [F#] I'm dope, look at the fiends and the way I make them act like heathens.
Be screaming, fly misses all over the penis.
One zeroes [A] on that American dream [D] shit.
My game's seamless and I'm [C#] seasoned.
I got it sewed up like a seamstress, believe [F#m] it.
West and east coast, at the crib shorty gave me Barry Whitehead.
You know deep throat and you know the flow.
Coated in a teeth coat, dead Minnesota winter, walking three feet of snow.
I came through on a horse in the duster, sawed off shotgun, looking for you busters.
They came [D] on a horse back [C#] to the ghetto.
My style thus far is up charged, up [F#m] like a bus card.
Why you think I cuss hard?
[Bm] Young P is at sea, an athlete, [F#m] MC test me and wind up in the 10th seat.
[Bm] Back row to Astro Cass, it's Del [F#m] Castro, castrated cats from the wack flow, asshole.
[D] Bitches, I'm [F#m] riding on your horse through your town for the Christmas.
Okay, I'm OJ, Donkey, OJ, OJ, I chop, lift, and many roll aids.
[A] I'm from a different land where I aim the man hand over all your telegrams and put them in the sand.
[F#m] Cause young Rop is a first born kid, right?
They [D] came on a horse [C#] back to the ghetto.
[F#m] _ My magnums, Kool Outty, pull this bitch out and watch out, be outty.
Five thousand, and then I upgrade, party time, oops, I just spilled some [A] nutmeg.
On your girl's blouse, I'm in your girl's house, Chris Brown, bleed it till I sweat her damn curl out.
And then I swirl [F#] out, I got shit to do, like Ben Affleck, I'm not that into you.
I'm a rolling stone with a mobile phone, I ride horses.
[D] And you'll never find my fortress, [C#] take me out where the chorus is.
[F#m] _ _ [C#] _ [F#m] They came [D] on a horse back [C#] to the ghetto.
_ _ [D] [F#m] Yeah, bitches.
I think I like this town, Slim.
[D] Yeah, we [F#m] should set up shop.
They even got the dab for Dan I like.
They got till high noon to get the fuck out of town, or it's going down.
We don't need no more whack shit.
You seen the damsel in distress over there, you know the same thing.
I seen her, but I'm talking to you.
Mojon over there, this is Greg.
[A] _
came [D] on a horse back [C#] to the ghetto.
[F#m] _ [C#] Hello little boy, take this canteen.
[F#m] Double barrel shotgun, every cock one shot one try to stay alive till the cops come.
Young real take the city by force, got an impeccable aim while I'm riding on a horse.
My gear, the whole shit's coated with explosives and post-its that'll blow [D] off your noses.
36 [C#] dynamite sticks around my kind of light ribs, I'm a [F#m] light bitch.
I ain't the city's new Don.
Whether or not you got your shoes on or your roof's gone, let's move on.
I bet you're sick of all that lame shit, that's why I came to murder everybody that they came with.
Put your shoes back.
They [D] came on a horse back to the ghetto.
[F#m] _ Let's do it.
[C#] _ _ [A] I'm a musical genius.
My turn now, everybody is fiendish.
And you can tell [F#] I'm dope, look at the fiends and the way I make them act like heathens.
Be screaming, fly misses all over the penis.
One zeroes [A] on that American dream [D] shit.
My game's seamless and I'm [C#] seasoned.
I got it sewed up like a seamstress, believe [F#m] it.
West and east coast, at the crib shorty gave me Barry Whitehead.
You know deep throat and you know the flow.
Coated in a teeth coat, dead Minnesota winter, walking three feet of snow.
I came through on a horse in the duster, sawed off shotgun, looking for you busters.
They came [D] on a horse back [C#] to the ghetto.
My style thus far is up charged, up [F#m] like a bus card.
Why you think I cuss hard?
[Bm] Young P is at sea, an athlete, [F#m] MC test me and wind up in the 10th seat.
[Bm] Back row to Astro Cass, it's Del [F#m] Castro, castrated cats from the wack flow, asshole.
[D] Bitches, I'm [F#m] riding on your horse through your town for the Christmas.
Okay, I'm OJ, Donkey, OJ, OJ, I chop, lift, and many roll aids.
[A] I'm from a different land where I aim the man hand over all your telegrams and put them in the sand.
[F#m] Cause young Rop is a first born kid, right?
They [D] came on a horse [C#] back to the ghetto.
[F#m] _ My magnums, Kool Outty, pull this bitch out and watch out, be outty.
Five thousand, and then I upgrade, party time, oops, I just spilled some [A] nutmeg.
On your girl's blouse, I'm in your girl's house, Chris Brown, bleed it till I sweat her damn curl out.
And then I swirl [F#] out, I got shit to do, like Ben Affleck, I'm not that into you.
I'm a rolling stone with a mobile phone, I ride horses.
[D] And you'll never find my fortress, [C#] take me out where the chorus is.
[F#m] _ _ [C#] _ [F#m] They came [D] on a horse back [C#] to the ghetto.
_ _ [D] [F#m] Yeah, bitches.
I think I like this town, Slim.
[D] Yeah, we [F#m] should set up shop.
They even got the dab for Dan I like.
They got till high noon to get the fuck out of town, or it's going down.
We don't need no more whack shit.
You seen the damsel in distress over there, you know the same thing.
I seen her, but I'm talking to you.
Mojon over there, this is Greg.
[A] _