Chords for REJJIE SNOW - BLACK PANCAKES
Tempo:
86.45 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Db
Em
E
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] She [Em] had curly hair looking [Eb] like nanny, but what a young rhymer gotta do to touch [Db] the
fanny, I mean granny.
She ate up all [Eb] the chicken, belly's all pussy and [Bb] the pain starts kicking.
But [E] he's skinny and he walks around [Eb] with gold teeth, slime with a crown, real rare like
[Db] a black sheep, I mean [E] a white kid rapping in [Eb] a new rag, two gold chains and a voice
like, [Db] B-H-A-P.
Never let the rabbit catch [Eb] a habit, like a fully blown [Db] pub brawl make you stab it.
Waking up sweaty from [Eb] the medicines, no it's not a human he's a monkey with [Db] a ball pen.
Jot the words in [Eb] graffiti, saying slow rapping you a light, you off the [Db] leafy.
All the kids in [Eb] Japan, suckers for a nigga with a mic up in his [Db] hand.
Had this young shorty met her out in [Eb] Paris, she was all bloody from the dash up on her
knee, [Db] said she was a virgin and I said oh [Eb] yes.
Blood starts pushing as I kiss upon her [Db] dress.
Oh shit man this chick has [Eb] a dick, I reach for the smelly as I scratch upon [Db] his
Oh my god, oh my god, [Eb] oh my god, oh my god.
The [Db] world's made of [Db] piss and I'm choking to the [Eb] story, not about Mori it's [Db] a tale of disgory.
Sweet like the apples that be hanging out in [Eb] Eden, head full of chemicals and hair alarms [Em] feeding.
She used to be a singer with a voice like a rooter, had a little baby but the cracks started seeping.
Tears have been a puddle and a kiss for the weeping, not to be alone but I'm stale with the season.
Slow like a runner but a boomer that my girl's gone, went to be a hooker to pray with her shades on.
Money rain sunny but the grass grows [E] too long, and who you gonna blame when I'm hungry and
the [Db] food's gone.
Same story, growing up [Eb] broke, dancing with a beer and a diet from the coke.
[Eb] Never ever ever will I do it all again, love is like a drug and it stains my [Em] bag.
One [Db] opinion, who you gonna [Eb] blame?
All shorties are the same.
[B] Who you gonna [Eb] blame?
All shorties are the same.
[Bbm] [C] [Dbm]
[Cm]
[Bbm] [Cm] [Bb]
fanny, I mean granny.
She ate up all [Eb] the chicken, belly's all pussy and [Bb] the pain starts kicking.
But [E] he's skinny and he walks around [Eb] with gold teeth, slime with a crown, real rare like
[Db] a black sheep, I mean [E] a white kid rapping in [Eb] a new rag, two gold chains and a voice
like, [Db] B-H-A-P.
Never let the rabbit catch [Eb] a habit, like a fully blown [Db] pub brawl make you stab it.
Waking up sweaty from [Eb] the medicines, no it's not a human he's a monkey with [Db] a ball pen.
Jot the words in [Eb] graffiti, saying slow rapping you a light, you off the [Db] leafy.
All the kids in [Eb] Japan, suckers for a nigga with a mic up in his [Db] hand.
Had this young shorty met her out in [Eb] Paris, she was all bloody from the dash up on her
knee, [Db] said she was a virgin and I said oh [Eb] yes.
Blood starts pushing as I kiss upon her [Db] dress.
Oh shit man this chick has [Eb] a dick, I reach for the smelly as I scratch upon [Db] his
Oh my god, oh my god, [Eb] oh my god, oh my god.
The [Db] world's made of [Db] piss and I'm choking to the [Eb] story, not about Mori it's [Db] a tale of disgory.
Sweet like the apples that be hanging out in [Eb] Eden, head full of chemicals and hair alarms [Em] feeding.
She used to be a singer with a voice like a rooter, had a little baby but the cracks started seeping.
Tears have been a puddle and a kiss for the weeping, not to be alone but I'm stale with the season.
Slow like a runner but a boomer that my girl's gone, went to be a hooker to pray with her shades on.
Money rain sunny but the grass grows [E] too long, and who you gonna blame when I'm hungry and
the [Db] food's gone.
Same story, growing up [Eb] broke, dancing with a beer and a diet from the coke.
[Eb] Never ever ever will I do it all again, love is like a drug and it stains my [Em] bag.
One [Db] opinion, who you gonna [Eb] blame?
All shorties are the same.
[B] Who you gonna [Eb] blame?
All shorties are the same.
[Bbm] [C] [Dbm]
[Cm]
[Bbm] [Cm] [Bb]
Key:
Eb
Db
Em
E
C
Eb
Db
Em
_ _ _ _ _ [C] She [Em] had curly hair looking [Eb] like nanny, but what a young rhymer gotta do to touch [Db] the
fanny, I mean granny.
She ate up all [Eb] the chicken, belly's all pussy and [Bb] the pain starts kicking.
But [E] he's skinny and he walks around [Eb] with gold teeth, slime with a crown, real rare like
[Db] a black sheep, I mean [E] a white kid rapping in [Eb] a new rag, two gold chains and a voice
like, [Db] B-H-A-P.
Never let the rabbit catch [Eb] a habit, like a fully blown [Db] pub brawl make you stab it.
Waking up sweaty from [Eb] the medicines, no it's not a human he's a monkey with [Db] a ball pen.
Jot the words in [Eb] graffiti, saying slow rapping you a light, you off the [Db] leafy.
All the kids in [Eb] Japan, suckers for a nigga with a mic up in his [Db] hand.
Had this young shorty met her out in [Eb] Paris, she was all bloody from the dash up on her
knee, [Db] said she was a virgin and I said oh [Eb] yes.
Blood starts pushing as I kiss upon her [Db] dress.
Oh shit man this chick has [Eb] a dick, I reach for the smelly as I scratch upon [Db] his_
Oh my god, oh my god, [Eb] oh my god, oh my god.
The _ [Db] world's made of [Db] piss and I'm choking to the [Eb] story, not about Mori it's [Db] a tale of disgory.
Sweet like the apples that be hanging out in [Eb] Eden, head full of chemicals and hair alarms [Em] feeding.
She used to be a singer with a voice like a rooter, had a little baby but the cracks started seeping.
Tears have been a puddle and a kiss for the weeping, not to be alone but I'm stale with the season.
Slow like a runner but a boomer that my girl's gone, went to be a hooker to pray with her shades on.
Money rain sunny but the grass grows [E] too long, and who you gonna blame when I'm hungry and
the [Db] food's gone.
Same story, growing up [Eb] broke, dancing with a beer and a diet from the coke.
[Eb] Never ever ever will I do it all again, love is like a drug and it stains my [Em] bag.
One [Db] opinion, who you gonna [Eb] blame?
All shorties are the same.
[B] Who you gonna [Eb] blame?
_ All shorties are the same. _
[Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dbm] _
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[Bbm] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [Bb] _
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fanny, I mean granny.
She ate up all [Eb] the chicken, belly's all pussy and [Bb] the pain starts kicking.
But [E] he's skinny and he walks around [Eb] with gold teeth, slime with a crown, real rare like
[Db] a black sheep, I mean [E] a white kid rapping in [Eb] a new rag, two gold chains and a voice
like, [Db] B-H-A-P.
Never let the rabbit catch [Eb] a habit, like a fully blown [Db] pub brawl make you stab it.
Waking up sweaty from [Eb] the medicines, no it's not a human he's a monkey with [Db] a ball pen.
Jot the words in [Eb] graffiti, saying slow rapping you a light, you off the [Db] leafy.
All the kids in [Eb] Japan, suckers for a nigga with a mic up in his [Db] hand.
Had this young shorty met her out in [Eb] Paris, she was all bloody from the dash up on her
knee, [Db] said she was a virgin and I said oh [Eb] yes.
Blood starts pushing as I kiss upon her [Db] dress.
Oh shit man this chick has [Eb] a dick, I reach for the smelly as I scratch upon [Db] his_
Oh my god, oh my god, [Eb] oh my god, oh my god.
The _ [Db] world's made of [Db] piss and I'm choking to the [Eb] story, not about Mori it's [Db] a tale of disgory.
Sweet like the apples that be hanging out in [Eb] Eden, head full of chemicals and hair alarms [Em] feeding.
She used to be a singer with a voice like a rooter, had a little baby but the cracks started seeping.
Tears have been a puddle and a kiss for the weeping, not to be alone but I'm stale with the season.
Slow like a runner but a boomer that my girl's gone, went to be a hooker to pray with her shades on.
Money rain sunny but the grass grows [E] too long, and who you gonna blame when I'm hungry and
the [Db] food's gone.
Same story, growing up [Eb] broke, dancing with a beer and a diet from the coke.
[Eb] Never ever ever will I do it all again, love is like a drug and it stains my [Em] bag.
One [Db] opinion, who you gonna [Eb] blame?
All shorties are the same.
[B] Who you gonna [Eb] blame?
_ All shorties are the same. _
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[Bbm] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [Bb] _
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