Chords for Snoop Dogg - Still a "G" Thang
Tempo:
97.8 bpm
Chords used:
B
Em
Bm
E
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm from the Benicona, my low rider dog, dog.
You heard me?
Uh-huh.
[B] Yeah.
[F#m] Yeah.
Yeah.
Spill the G back.
[Em] Drop a lot of low [Bm] wankers out there.
Yeah.
All [B] them dippers, you like to get your dip on, hit a switch or two.
[Em] Benicona, send those rays.
[B] Yeah.
Ride.
Trick.
[Em] It's like four to the five to the [B] six to the seven.
I once was told that all [Em] dogs go to heaven.
Well, how you been, where you been, and what it [B] look like?
My game trumps tight, especially when it [Em] bump like four DPGs getting [B] crazy.
And no limit is the label that pays me.
[E] Ride around town laying gang down like [B] goatee.
And I remember what my [G] mama showed me, told [Em] me.
Game [B] recognize game.
And stay true to what you do and don't be ashamed.
[Em] I got all my game from her.
Sometimes I have to [B] wonder how I keep from going under.
I'm a cold [Em] motherfucker.
I fall to my [Bm] knees and thank God before I do my thing.
I don't know why I love the gang [Em] bang.
See, life ain't [B] nothing but a twist anyway, bitch, anyway.
You can say what you want to say.
[E] Just don't get in my way [B] because I'm a meano, fino, cino, and pino, [Em] cilo.
We make [B] music for the thugs and the bangers and the bitches.
Fuck you, R&B singer.
She [E] want a nigga with his khakis [B] hanging real low in a black rack.
[Em] 64, rolling down the street looking way clean.
Banging that real shit, [Bm] nigga, like Al Green.
I'm [B] heading straight to the [Bm] LB.
Forget it.
That's what they tell me.
[Em] Sell me everything [B] except some bullshit.
And when it's time for the gun fight, nigga, pull [Em] quick.
Because ain't nothing [B] but up but us.
And, nigga, you get wet up for [Bm] fucking with my chaps.
It's [Em] cold outside.
Nigga, grab your [Bm] sweater.
And that bad bitch you fucking with, nigga, she get you [Em] set up.
Boy, you done put all your [B] trust in that hoe.
Didn't you see what happened to the [E] president, nigga, bro?
Living in a tight house, big as the [B] White House.
She fucked around and stuck your dick in [Em] that white bitch mess.
Who you talking about, huh?
[B] I'm dirty like the South.
And to be real, my feet, well, that's how I'm coming [Em] out.
Back on the whole stroke, [B] highway, port patrol.
Put your cups on your girl, nigga, [Em] let her off the road.
Hey, nigga, Wayne Cole, what is gang?
What's his motherfucking [Bm] name?
Me?
[Em] I'm the capital S.
[B] I don't fuck with stress.
He in double O.P.
He go motherfucking double [Em] G.
The coldest entertainer gangbanger [B] since Al Fonse.
Count money like Basie.
[E] Police try to chase me.
[G#] Niggas try to replace me, but you [Bm] can't.
I'm riding in his tank.
I'm blowing hella [E] dank.
So what's the riding in [B] your low low?
I'm smoking on some dough.
Spread the word and take the photo.
The last died and hooked [Bm] up with the motherfucking king.
The post with the most.
Here's a toast and Smoke [Em] Dog is the representative.
[Bm] Through the niggas and G's.
Through the [B]
LBC's and the Calio [Em] Project.
Brooklyn and Queens.
Chi [B]-Town, whoa now.
Dog pound in the house every time we touch [Bm] down.
Right next to my hometown, D-Town.
Eastside St.
Louis.
Spokane, [E] get your money, man.
[Bm] Tick-tock, Little Rock.
Right next to Houston, Texas.
Home [E] of rap a lot.
We like [F#] to jack a lot.
Give me what you got.
Let me [Bm] get that about you.
Nigga, [E] I got you.
Something [Bm] for the summertime while it's hot.
And got the bitches posted up in the parking lot.
And guess what?
[B] She want the nigga with the biggest nose.
The nigga who don't give a fuck.
You [E] see, niggas like [F#] me, all we see is [F#] money,
power moves, and a bitch who weak.
And last but not least, my nigga B-Go-Z.
Much love from the N [Bm]-O.
My nigga Phil [Em] Meek and my little cousin D-A-Z.
[B] Forever nigga, this D-P-G-C.
N-O-E-R, Dr.
V-R-E.
You know where I'm at, nigga.
Holla at me.
[Bm] Get at me.
Smile at me, [Em] nigga.
Holla at me.
[B] That's real.
You don't see what's happening.
It's still a D-P-G.
It's [Bm] still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[Em] [B] It's still a G [Bm]
-G.
[B] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[A] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[Bm] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G [E]-G.
It's still a [B] G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[F#] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[Em] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[B] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[F#]
[Em] [B]
[N]
You heard me?
Uh-huh.
[B] Yeah.
[F#m] Yeah.
Yeah.
Spill the G back.
[Em] Drop a lot of low [Bm] wankers out there.
Yeah.
All [B] them dippers, you like to get your dip on, hit a switch or two.
[Em] Benicona, send those rays.
[B] Yeah.
Ride.
Trick.
[Em] It's like four to the five to the [B] six to the seven.
I once was told that all [Em] dogs go to heaven.
Well, how you been, where you been, and what it [B] look like?
My game trumps tight, especially when it [Em] bump like four DPGs getting [B] crazy.
And no limit is the label that pays me.
[E] Ride around town laying gang down like [B] goatee.
And I remember what my [G] mama showed me, told [Em] me.
Game [B] recognize game.
And stay true to what you do and don't be ashamed.
[Em] I got all my game from her.
Sometimes I have to [B] wonder how I keep from going under.
I'm a cold [Em] motherfucker.
I fall to my [Bm] knees and thank God before I do my thing.
I don't know why I love the gang [Em] bang.
See, life ain't [B] nothing but a twist anyway, bitch, anyway.
You can say what you want to say.
[E] Just don't get in my way [B] because I'm a meano, fino, cino, and pino, [Em] cilo.
We make [B] music for the thugs and the bangers and the bitches.
Fuck you, R&B singer.
She [E] want a nigga with his khakis [B] hanging real low in a black rack.
[Em] 64, rolling down the street looking way clean.
Banging that real shit, [Bm] nigga, like Al Green.
I'm [B] heading straight to the [Bm] LB.
Forget it.
That's what they tell me.
[Em] Sell me everything [B] except some bullshit.
And when it's time for the gun fight, nigga, pull [Em] quick.
Because ain't nothing [B] but up but us.
And, nigga, you get wet up for [Bm] fucking with my chaps.
It's [Em] cold outside.
Nigga, grab your [Bm] sweater.
And that bad bitch you fucking with, nigga, she get you [Em] set up.
Boy, you done put all your [B] trust in that hoe.
Didn't you see what happened to the [E] president, nigga, bro?
Living in a tight house, big as the [B] White House.
She fucked around and stuck your dick in [Em] that white bitch mess.
Who you talking about, huh?
[B] I'm dirty like the South.
And to be real, my feet, well, that's how I'm coming [Em] out.
Back on the whole stroke, [B] highway, port patrol.
Put your cups on your girl, nigga, [Em] let her off the road.
Hey, nigga, Wayne Cole, what is gang?
What's his motherfucking [Bm] name?
Me?
[Em] I'm the capital S.
[B] I don't fuck with stress.
He in double O.P.
He go motherfucking double [Em] G.
The coldest entertainer gangbanger [B] since Al Fonse.
Count money like Basie.
[E] Police try to chase me.
[G#] Niggas try to replace me, but you [Bm] can't.
I'm riding in his tank.
I'm blowing hella [E] dank.
So what's the riding in [B] your low low?
I'm smoking on some dough.
Spread the word and take the photo.
The last died and hooked [Bm] up with the motherfucking king.
The post with the most.
Here's a toast and Smoke [Em] Dog is the representative.
[Bm] Through the niggas and G's.
Through the [B]
LBC's and the Calio [Em] Project.
Brooklyn and Queens.
Chi [B]-Town, whoa now.
Dog pound in the house every time we touch [Bm] down.
Right next to my hometown, D-Town.
Eastside St.
Louis.
Spokane, [E] get your money, man.
[Bm] Tick-tock, Little Rock.
Right next to Houston, Texas.
Home [E] of rap a lot.
We like [F#] to jack a lot.
Give me what you got.
Let me [Bm] get that about you.
Nigga, [E] I got you.
Something [Bm] for the summertime while it's hot.
And got the bitches posted up in the parking lot.
And guess what?
[B] She want the nigga with the biggest nose.
The nigga who don't give a fuck.
You [E] see, niggas like [F#] me, all we see is [F#] money,
power moves, and a bitch who weak.
And last but not least, my nigga B-Go-Z.
Much love from the N [Bm]-O.
My nigga Phil [Em] Meek and my little cousin D-A-Z.
[B] Forever nigga, this D-P-G-C.
N-O-E-R, Dr.
V-R-E.
You know where I'm at, nigga.
Holla at me.
[Bm] Get at me.
Smile at me, [Em] nigga.
Holla at me.
[B] That's real.
You don't see what's happening.
It's still a D-P-G.
It's [Bm] still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[Em] [B] It's still a G [Bm]
-G.
[B] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[A] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[Bm] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G [E]-G.
It's still a [B] G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[F#] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[Em] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[B] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[F#]
[Em] [B]
[N]
Key:
B
Em
Bm
E
F#
B
Em
Bm
_ _ Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm from the Benicona, my low rider dog, dog.
You heard me?
Uh-huh.
[B] Yeah.
_ [F#m] Yeah.
Yeah.
Spill the G back.
[Em] Drop a lot of low [Bm] wankers out there.
Yeah.
_ All [B] them dippers, you like to get your dip on, hit a switch or two.
[Em] Benicona, send those rays.
[B] Yeah.
Ride.
Trick.
[Em] It's like four to the five to the [B] six to the seven.
I once was told that all [Em] dogs go to heaven.
Well, how you been, where you been, and what it [B] look like?
My game trumps tight, especially when it [Em] bump like four DPGs getting [B] crazy.
And no limit is the label that pays me.
[E] Ride around town laying gang down like [B] goatee.
And I remember what my [G] mama showed me, told [Em] me.
Game [B] recognize game.
And stay true to what you do and don't be ashamed.
[Em] I got all my game from her.
Sometimes I have to [B] wonder how I keep from going under.
I'm a cold [Em] motherfucker.
I fall to my [Bm] knees and thank God before I do my thing.
I don't know why I love the gang [Em] bang.
See, life ain't [B] nothing but a twist anyway, bitch, anyway.
You can say what you want to say.
[E] Just don't get in my way [B] because I'm a meano, fino, cino, and pino, [Em] cilo.
We make [B] music for the thugs and the bangers and the bitches.
Fuck you, R&B singer.
She [E] want a nigga with his khakis [B] hanging real low in a black rack.
_ [Em] 64, rolling down the street looking way clean.
Banging that real shit, [Bm] nigga, like Al Green.
I'm [B] heading straight to the [Bm] LB.
Forget it.
That's what they tell me.
[Em] Sell me everything [B] except some bullshit.
And when it's time for the gun fight, nigga, pull [Em] quick.
Because ain't nothing [B] but up but us.
And, nigga, you get wet up for [Bm] fucking with my chaps.
It's [Em] cold outside.
Nigga, grab your [Bm] sweater.
And that bad bitch you fucking with, nigga, she get you [Em] set up.
Boy, you done put all your [B] trust in that hoe.
Didn't you see what happened to the [E] president, nigga, bro?
Living in a tight house, big as the [B] White House.
She fucked around and stuck your dick in [Em] that white bitch mess.
Who you talking about, huh?
[B] I'm dirty like the South.
And to be real, my feet, well, that's how I'm coming [Em] out.
Back on the whole stroke, [B] highway, port patrol.
Put your cups on your girl, nigga, [Em] let her off the road.
Hey, nigga, Wayne Cole, what is gang?
What's his motherfucking [Bm] name?
Me?
[Em] I'm the capital S.
[B] I don't fuck with stress.
He in double O.P.
He go motherfucking double [Em] G.
The coldest entertainer gangbanger [B] since Al Fonse.
Count money like Basie.
[E] Police try to chase me.
[G#] Niggas try to replace me, but you [Bm] can't.
I'm riding in his tank.
I'm blowing hella [E] dank.
So what's the riding in [B] your low low?
I'm smoking on some dough.
Spread the word and take the photo.
The last died and hooked [Bm] up with the motherfucking king.
The post with the most.
Here's a toast and Smoke [Em] Dog is the representative.
[Bm] Through the niggas and G's.
Through the [B]
LBC's and the Calio [Em] Project.
Brooklyn and Queens.
Chi [B]-Town, whoa now.
Dog pound in the house every time we touch [Bm] down.
Right next to my hometown, D-Town.
Eastside St.
Louis.
Spokane, [E] get your money, man.
[Bm] Tick-tock, Little Rock.
Right next to Houston, Texas.
Home [E] of rap a lot.
We like [F#] to jack a lot.
Give me what you got.
Let me [Bm] get that about you.
Nigga, [E] I got you.
Something [Bm] for the summertime while it's hot.
And got the bitches posted up in the parking lot.
And guess what?
[B] She want the nigga with the biggest nose.
The nigga who don't give a fuck.
You [E] see, niggas like [F#] me, all we see is [F#] money,
power moves, and a bitch who weak.
And last but not least, my nigga B-Go-Z.
Much love from the N [Bm]-O.
My nigga Phil [Em] Meek and my little cousin D-A-Z.
[B] Forever nigga, this D-P-G-C.
N-O-E-R, Dr.
V-R-E.
You know where I'm at, nigga.
Holla at me.
[Bm] Get at me.
Smile at me, [Em] nigga.
Holla at me.
[B] That's real.
You don't see what's happening.
It's still a D-P-G.
It's [Bm] still a G-G.
It's still a G-G. _
It's still a G-G.
[Em] _ _ [B] It's still a G [Bm] _
-G.
[B] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[A] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[Bm] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G _ [E]-G.
It's still a [B] G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[F#] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[Em] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[B] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
You heard me?
Uh-huh.
[B] Yeah.
_ [F#m] Yeah.
Yeah.
Spill the G back.
[Em] Drop a lot of low [Bm] wankers out there.
Yeah.
_ All [B] them dippers, you like to get your dip on, hit a switch or two.
[Em] Benicona, send those rays.
[B] Yeah.
Ride.
Trick.
[Em] It's like four to the five to the [B] six to the seven.
I once was told that all [Em] dogs go to heaven.
Well, how you been, where you been, and what it [B] look like?
My game trumps tight, especially when it [Em] bump like four DPGs getting [B] crazy.
And no limit is the label that pays me.
[E] Ride around town laying gang down like [B] goatee.
And I remember what my [G] mama showed me, told [Em] me.
Game [B] recognize game.
And stay true to what you do and don't be ashamed.
[Em] I got all my game from her.
Sometimes I have to [B] wonder how I keep from going under.
I'm a cold [Em] motherfucker.
I fall to my [Bm] knees and thank God before I do my thing.
I don't know why I love the gang [Em] bang.
See, life ain't [B] nothing but a twist anyway, bitch, anyway.
You can say what you want to say.
[E] Just don't get in my way [B] because I'm a meano, fino, cino, and pino, [Em] cilo.
We make [B] music for the thugs and the bangers and the bitches.
Fuck you, R&B singer.
She [E] want a nigga with his khakis [B] hanging real low in a black rack.
_ [Em] 64, rolling down the street looking way clean.
Banging that real shit, [Bm] nigga, like Al Green.
I'm [B] heading straight to the [Bm] LB.
Forget it.
That's what they tell me.
[Em] Sell me everything [B] except some bullshit.
And when it's time for the gun fight, nigga, pull [Em] quick.
Because ain't nothing [B] but up but us.
And, nigga, you get wet up for [Bm] fucking with my chaps.
It's [Em] cold outside.
Nigga, grab your [Bm] sweater.
And that bad bitch you fucking with, nigga, she get you [Em] set up.
Boy, you done put all your [B] trust in that hoe.
Didn't you see what happened to the [E] president, nigga, bro?
Living in a tight house, big as the [B] White House.
She fucked around and stuck your dick in [Em] that white bitch mess.
Who you talking about, huh?
[B] I'm dirty like the South.
And to be real, my feet, well, that's how I'm coming [Em] out.
Back on the whole stroke, [B] highway, port patrol.
Put your cups on your girl, nigga, [Em] let her off the road.
Hey, nigga, Wayne Cole, what is gang?
What's his motherfucking [Bm] name?
Me?
[Em] I'm the capital S.
[B] I don't fuck with stress.
He in double O.P.
He go motherfucking double [Em] G.
The coldest entertainer gangbanger [B] since Al Fonse.
Count money like Basie.
[E] Police try to chase me.
[G#] Niggas try to replace me, but you [Bm] can't.
I'm riding in his tank.
I'm blowing hella [E] dank.
So what's the riding in [B] your low low?
I'm smoking on some dough.
Spread the word and take the photo.
The last died and hooked [Bm] up with the motherfucking king.
The post with the most.
Here's a toast and Smoke [Em] Dog is the representative.
[Bm] Through the niggas and G's.
Through the [B]
LBC's and the Calio [Em] Project.
Brooklyn and Queens.
Chi [B]-Town, whoa now.
Dog pound in the house every time we touch [Bm] down.
Right next to my hometown, D-Town.
Eastside St.
Louis.
Spokane, [E] get your money, man.
[Bm] Tick-tock, Little Rock.
Right next to Houston, Texas.
Home [E] of rap a lot.
We like [F#] to jack a lot.
Give me what you got.
Let me [Bm] get that about you.
Nigga, [E] I got you.
Something [Bm] for the summertime while it's hot.
And got the bitches posted up in the parking lot.
And guess what?
[B] She want the nigga with the biggest nose.
The nigga who don't give a fuck.
You [E] see, niggas like [F#] me, all we see is [F#] money,
power moves, and a bitch who weak.
And last but not least, my nigga B-Go-Z.
Much love from the N [Bm]-O.
My nigga Phil [Em] Meek and my little cousin D-A-Z.
[B] Forever nigga, this D-P-G-C.
N-O-E-R, Dr.
V-R-E.
You know where I'm at, nigga.
Holla at me.
[Bm] Get at me.
Smile at me, [Em] nigga.
Holla at me.
[B] That's real.
You don't see what's happening.
It's still a D-P-G.
It's [Bm] still a G-G.
It's still a G-G. _
It's still a G-G.
[Em] _ _ [B] It's still a G [Bm] _
-G.
[B] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[A] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[Bm] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G _ [E]-G.
It's still a [B] G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[F#] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[Em] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
[B] It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
It's still a G-G.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _