Chords for Sha Ek - Coe Pt 2 Feat. B-Lovee, Wiki 150 & Wiz 150 (Official Video)
Tempo:
80.8 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
A
B
Bb
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Then let the music do something and do that again.
That'd be enough for a record.
I mean you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it.
You know, three [A] minutes is magic.
[D]
[B] [C] [Gm]
[Dm] [E]
[Am] [N]
I'm
[Dm]
talking about K-1 gotta go.
Walk up on the hill, let it go.
Not on the block, get the drop on their shoulder.
Naughty glow, where they [Bb] go?
We breaking they boom if they sweeping.
Drop the slow up that block, we can't wait to [E] see them.
G-POP died, I be steaming.
G-Lock [A] on me, get the squeeze in.
NS [Gm] you gotta beaming, no [Db] running.
Hop out [D] dumping, opps get to stumbling.
They know what we did to the [Em] opps, but we did to the opps ain't no [Dm] bluffing.
Knew oppy gon' fall on this muffin, now he died nigga thought he was [Db] Gawker.
Ran on Lottie but still making [Dm] some nigga bluffing.
Hopping out on the spot, we gon' do some.
We on that block, I just got the drop.
Wolf wave, tryna let it flood.
Like Oomph, hit him, took it on the guard.
Don't blame him, don't blame him.
[F] We smoking Chico, he dead in the sky.
G-Becky, he tryna slow so we [Dm] know.
That's what our licks are shot.
Get the wheels, we on to Harlem, let's go to the hills.
Douglas the name, L-C-A-O stepping on blitz.
[B] Show drop when we call in, [Dm] Pooley was running at D on the third.
I think we chased him right [Gm] back to the six.
Wait, what?
All that's his bitch?
[B] Niggas went live with the milk and I bet they'll make us pay.
At him, Chelsea gon' fly with a stick.
Nottie got poked, D-D got lit.
Roscoe poked, they took his kicks.
[E] Can't forget AJ, nigga took his grip.
[Bb] Can't forget Lottie, you know that shit punchin'.
Nobody up, like why they running.
[A] Everything shot, Fiyano was gunning.
They can't make [Dm] C-Shit, I gotta bring the gun in.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, I done run on Magoon.
Like, no he can't run without Boone.
Yo, Zeke's get back, yo, he do nothing for [Em] Wu.
You got shot, and they ain't do nothing for [Dm] you.
Avery the Jacket and Crash, fool.
Broke with the beam on his back, [A] too.
This G's got beat with his dad, [Bb] too.
Fucker, he did a flip on the [F] news.
We used to [D] be cool as up.
Old Wild I see got adopted.
We always put lil' shit in the trunk.
Think about talking to all of my dads.
So I [B] put Nottie in the book.
Think about acting [Db] like there was no one [Dm] pulling off these boomer's with the run.
[G]
[Dm] [A] [Bb] [N]
That'd be enough for a record.
I mean you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it.
You know, three [A] minutes is magic.
[D]
[B] [C] [Gm]
[Dm] [E]
[Am] [N]
I'm
[Dm]
talking about K-1 gotta go.
Walk up on the hill, let it go.
Not on the block, get the drop on their shoulder.
Naughty glow, where they [Bb] go?
We breaking they boom if they sweeping.
Drop the slow up that block, we can't wait to [E] see them.
G-POP died, I be steaming.
G-Lock [A] on me, get the squeeze in.
NS [Gm] you gotta beaming, no [Db] running.
Hop out [D] dumping, opps get to stumbling.
They know what we did to the [Em] opps, but we did to the opps ain't no [Dm] bluffing.
Knew oppy gon' fall on this muffin, now he died nigga thought he was [Db] Gawker.
Ran on Lottie but still making [Dm] some nigga bluffing.
Hopping out on the spot, we gon' do some.
We on that block, I just got the drop.
Wolf wave, tryna let it flood.
Like Oomph, hit him, took it on the guard.
Don't blame him, don't blame him.
[F] We smoking Chico, he dead in the sky.
G-Becky, he tryna slow so we [Dm] know.
That's what our licks are shot.
Get the wheels, we on to Harlem, let's go to the hills.
Douglas the name, L-C-A-O stepping on blitz.
[B] Show drop when we call in, [Dm] Pooley was running at D on the third.
I think we chased him right [Gm] back to the six.
Wait, what?
All that's his bitch?
[B] Niggas went live with the milk and I bet they'll make us pay.
At him, Chelsea gon' fly with a stick.
Nottie got poked, D-D got lit.
Roscoe poked, they took his kicks.
[E] Can't forget AJ, nigga took his grip.
[Bb] Can't forget Lottie, you know that shit punchin'.
Nobody up, like why they running.
[A] Everything shot, Fiyano was gunning.
They can't make [Dm] C-Shit, I gotta bring the gun in.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, I done run on Magoon.
Like, no he can't run without Boone.
Yo, Zeke's get back, yo, he do nothing for [Em] Wu.
You got shot, and they ain't do nothing for [Dm] you.
Avery the Jacket and Crash, fool.
Broke with the beam on his back, [A] too.
This G's got beat with his dad, [Bb] too.
Fucker, he did a flip on the [F] news.
We used to [D] be cool as up.
Old Wild I see got adopted.
We always put lil' shit in the trunk.
Think about talking to all of my dads.
So I [B] put Nottie in the book.
Think about acting [Db] like there was no one [Dm] pulling off these boomer's with the run.
[G]
[Dm] [A] [Bb] [N]
Key:
Dm
A
B
Bb
D
Dm
A
B
_ _ _ _ Then let the music do something and do that again.
That'd be enough for a record.
I mean you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it.
You know, three [A] minutes is magic. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Gm] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[Am] _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
talking about K-1 gotta go.
Walk up on the hill, let it go.
Not on the block, get the drop on their shoulder.
Naughty glow, where they [Bb] go?
We breaking they boom if they sweeping.
Drop the slow up that block, we can't wait to [E] see them.
G-POP died, I be steaming.
G-Lock [A] on me, get the squeeze in.
NS [Gm] you gotta beaming, no [Db] running.
Hop out [D] dumping, opps get to stumbling.
They know what we did to the [Em] opps, but we did to the opps ain't no [Dm] bluffing.
Knew oppy gon' fall on this muffin, now he died nigga thought he was [Db] Gawker.
Ran on Lottie but still making [Dm] some nigga bluffing.
Hopping out on the spot, we gon' do some.
We on that block, I just got the drop.
Wolf wave, tryna let it flood.
Like Oomph, hit him, took it on the guard.
Don't blame him, don't blame him.
[F] We smoking Chico, he dead in the sky.
G-Becky, he tryna slow so we [Dm] know.
That's what our licks are shot.
Get the wheels, we on to Harlem, let's go to the hills.
Douglas the name, L-C-A-O stepping on blitz.
[B] Show drop when we call in, [Dm] Pooley was running at D on the third.
I think we chased him right [Gm] back to the six.
Wait, what?
All that's his bitch?
[B] Niggas went live with the milk and I bet they'll make us pay.
At him, Chelsea gon' fly with a stick.
Nottie got poked, D-D got lit.
Roscoe poked, they took his kicks.
[E] Can't forget AJ, nigga took his grip.
[Bb] Can't forget Lottie, you know that shit punchin'.
Nobody up, like why they running.
[A] Everything shot, Fiyano was gunning.
They can't make [Dm] C-Shit, I gotta bring the gun in.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, I done run on Magoon.
Like, no he can't run without Boone.
Yo, Zeke's get back, yo, he do nothing for [Em] Wu.
You got shot, and they ain't do nothing for [Dm] you.
Avery the Jacket and Crash, fool.
Broke with the beam on his back, [A] too.
This G's got beat with his dad, [Bb] too.
Fucker, he did a flip on the [F] news.
We used to [D] be cool as up.
Old Wild I see got adopted.
We always put lil' shit in the trunk.
Think about talking to all of my dads.
So I [B] put Nottie in the book.
Think about acting [Db] like there was no one [Dm] pulling off these boomer's with the run.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[Dm] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [N] _
That'd be enough for a record.
I mean you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it.
You know, three [A] minutes is magic. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Gm] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[Am] _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
talking about K-1 gotta go.
Walk up on the hill, let it go.
Not on the block, get the drop on their shoulder.
Naughty glow, where they [Bb] go?
We breaking they boom if they sweeping.
Drop the slow up that block, we can't wait to [E] see them.
G-POP died, I be steaming.
G-Lock [A] on me, get the squeeze in.
NS [Gm] you gotta beaming, no [Db] running.
Hop out [D] dumping, opps get to stumbling.
They know what we did to the [Em] opps, but we did to the opps ain't no [Dm] bluffing.
Knew oppy gon' fall on this muffin, now he died nigga thought he was [Db] Gawker.
Ran on Lottie but still making [Dm] some nigga bluffing.
Hopping out on the spot, we gon' do some.
We on that block, I just got the drop.
Wolf wave, tryna let it flood.
Like Oomph, hit him, took it on the guard.
Don't blame him, don't blame him.
[F] We smoking Chico, he dead in the sky.
G-Becky, he tryna slow so we [Dm] know.
That's what our licks are shot.
Get the wheels, we on to Harlem, let's go to the hills.
Douglas the name, L-C-A-O stepping on blitz.
[B] Show drop when we call in, [Dm] Pooley was running at D on the third.
I think we chased him right [Gm] back to the six.
Wait, what?
All that's his bitch?
[B] Niggas went live with the milk and I bet they'll make us pay.
At him, Chelsea gon' fly with a stick.
Nottie got poked, D-D got lit.
Roscoe poked, they took his kicks.
[E] Can't forget AJ, nigga took his grip.
[Bb] Can't forget Lottie, you know that shit punchin'.
Nobody up, like why they running.
[A] Everything shot, Fiyano was gunning.
They can't make [Dm] C-Shit, I gotta bring the gun in.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, I done run on Magoon.
Like, no he can't run without Boone.
Yo, Zeke's get back, yo, he do nothing for [Em] Wu.
You got shot, and they ain't do nothing for [Dm] you.
Avery the Jacket and Crash, fool.
Broke with the beam on his back, [A] too.
This G's got beat with his dad, [Bb] too.
Fucker, he did a flip on the [F] news.
We used to [D] be cool as up.
Old Wild I see got adopted.
We always put lil' shit in the trunk.
Think about talking to all of my dads.
So I [B] put Nottie in the book.
Think about acting [Db] like there was no one [Dm] pulling off these boomer's with the run.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[Dm] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [N] _