Run DMC My Adidas With Lyrics Chords
Tempo:
120.7 bpm
Chords used:
C#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
My opinion.
Walk through private doors and roam all over Coliseum floor.
I'm on stage, at live aid, all the people gave.
And the boys I play, they're not my speakers.
I didn't speak, I want my speakers but I'm not a thief.
My opinion doesn't stand up for a leg.
We're fighting it, I can't look away.
My opinion grows as we compete.
We make a mean team, my need is me.
We get around together, we'll get out [C#] forever.
And we won't be mad when we're in the last round.
My idea, my idea.
[N] Oh.
Yo, my idea.
Standing on 253, funky fresh and yes, cold on my feet.
With no sheets, string in them, I did not win them.
I hold them [C#] off the air with the black teeth.
I like [N] to warn them, that's why I run them.
I suck a lot of steel, I'm so worn.
Then I walk down the street and vibe to the beat.
With flea on my leg and a needle on my feet.
So now you're sitting here shooting the gift.
Me and my idea standing on 253. My idea.
Now me and my idea do the illest things.
We like to start out with diamond rings.
We stay on suckers who perpetrate.
And lay down law from state to state.
We walk down with curtains rolled on the street.
I wear my ideas when I rock the street.
Watch the campaign every so I go.
If you need it on my feet, I top up low.
My idea.
Now the beat shop is one man at work.
Myself, homeboy, got 50 pack.
I do it in black, cause I like some chill.
And yellow and green when it's time to get ill.
Got a pair that I wear when I'm laying low.
With the hill inside, make me ten feet tall.
My idea.
Only break good news, and they are not used as sells the suit.
Take that little white, white ripped off stripe.
The ones I like to wear when I rock the mic.
On the night of the beginning of 2016,
we took the beat from the street and put it on the beat.
My beat, my beat on the street.
Hollywood knows we're good if you know about me.
We strutting in the alley.
Now we chilling, and I won't tell.
My beat, my beat.
[G#]
Walk through private doors and roam all over Coliseum floor.
I'm on stage, at live aid, all the people gave.
And the boys I play, they're not my speakers.
I didn't speak, I want my speakers but I'm not a thief.
My opinion doesn't stand up for a leg.
We're fighting it, I can't look away.
My opinion grows as we compete.
We make a mean team, my need is me.
We get around together, we'll get out [C#] forever.
And we won't be mad when we're in the last round.
My idea, my idea.
[N] Oh.
Yo, my idea.
Standing on 253, funky fresh and yes, cold on my feet.
With no sheets, string in them, I did not win them.
I hold them [C#] off the air with the black teeth.
I like [N] to warn them, that's why I run them.
I suck a lot of steel, I'm so worn.
Then I walk down the street and vibe to the beat.
With flea on my leg and a needle on my feet.
So now you're sitting here shooting the gift.
Me and my idea standing on 253. My idea.
Now me and my idea do the illest things.
We like to start out with diamond rings.
We stay on suckers who perpetrate.
And lay down law from state to state.
We walk down with curtains rolled on the street.
I wear my ideas when I rock the street.
Watch the campaign every so I go.
If you need it on my feet, I top up low.
My idea.
Now the beat shop is one man at work.
Myself, homeboy, got 50 pack.
I do it in black, cause I like some chill.
And yellow and green when it's time to get ill.
Got a pair that I wear when I'm laying low.
With the hill inside, make me ten feet tall.
My idea.
Only break good news, and they are not used as sells the suit.
Take that little white, white ripped off stripe.
The ones I like to wear when I rock the mic.
On the night of the beginning of 2016,
we took the beat from the street and put it on the beat.
My beat, my beat on the street.
Hollywood knows we're good if you know about me.
We strutting in the alley.
Now we chilling, and I won't tell.
My beat, my beat.
[G#]
Key:
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G#
_ _ My opinion.
Walk through private doors and roam all over Coliseum floor.
I'm on stage, at live aid, all the people gave.
And the boys I play, they're not my speakers.
I didn't speak, I want my speakers but I'm not a thief.
My opinion doesn't stand up for a leg.
We're fighting it, I can't look away.
My opinion grows as we compete.
We make a mean team, my need is me.
We get around together, we'll get out [C#] forever.
And we won't be mad when we're in the last round.
My idea, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ my idea.
[N] _ Oh. _
Yo, my idea.
Standing on 253, funky fresh and yes, cold on my feet.
With no sheets, string in them, I did not win them.
I hold them [C#] off the air with the black teeth.
I like [N] to warn them, that's why I run them.
I suck a lot of steel, I'm so worn.
Then I walk down the street and vibe to the beat.
With flea on my leg and a needle on my feet.
So now you're sitting here shooting the gift.
Me and my idea standing on 253. My idea.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now me and my idea do the illest things.
We like to start out with diamond rings.
We stay on suckers who perpetrate.
And lay down law from state to state.
We walk down with curtains rolled on the street.
I wear my ideas when I rock the street.
Watch the campaign every so I go.
If you need it on my feet, I top up low. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ My idea.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Now the beat shop is one man at work.
Myself, homeboy, got 50 pack.
I do it in black, cause I like some chill.
And yellow and green when it's time to get ill.
Got a pair that I wear when I'm laying low.
With the hill inside, make me ten feet tall.
My idea.
Only break good news, and they are not used as sells the suit.
Take that little white, white ripped off stripe.
The ones I like to wear when I rock the mic.
On the night of the beginning of 2016,
we took the beat from the street and put it on the beat.
My beat, my beat on the street.
Hollywood knows we're good if you know about me.
We strutting in the alley.
Now we chilling, and I won't tell.
My beat, my beat. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
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Walk through private doors and roam all over Coliseum floor.
I'm on stage, at live aid, all the people gave.
And the boys I play, they're not my speakers.
I didn't speak, I want my speakers but I'm not a thief.
My opinion doesn't stand up for a leg.
We're fighting it, I can't look away.
My opinion grows as we compete.
We make a mean team, my need is me.
We get around together, we'll get out [C#] forever.
And we won't be mad when we're in the last round.
My idea, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ my idea.
[N] _ Oh. _
Yo, my idea.
Standing on 253, funky fresh and yes, cold on my feet.
With no sheets, string in them, I did not win them.
I hold them [C#] off the air with the black teeth.
I like [N] to warn them, that's why I run them.
I suck a lot of steel, I'm so worn.
Then I walk down the street and vibe to the beat.
With flea on my leg and a needle on my feet.
So now you're sitting here shooting the gift.
Me and my idea standing on 253. My idea.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now me and my idea do the illest things.
We like to start out with diamond rings.
We stay on suckers who perpetrate.
And lay down law from state to state.
We walk down with curtains rolled on the street.
I wear my ideas when I rock the street.
Watch the campaign every so I go.
If you need it on my feet, I top up low. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ My idea.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Now the beat shop is one man at work.
Myself, homeboy, got 50 pack.
I do it in black, cause I like some chill.
And yellow and green when it's time to get ill.
Got a pair that I wear when I'm laying low.
With the hill inside, make me ten feet tall.
My idea.
Only break good news, and they are not used as sells the suit.
Take that little white, white ripped off stripe.
The ones I like to wear when I rock the mic.
On the night of the beginning of 2016,
we took the beat from the street and put it on the beat.
My beat, my beat on the street.
Hollywood knows we're good if you know about me.
We strutting in the alley.
Now we chilling, and I won't tell.
My beat, my beat. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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