The Game Too Much feat Nate Dogg Chords
Tempo:
94.2 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
Gm
Ab
Eb
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm] [Gm]
I'm [Ab] from the old hood, something like your hood, where niggas don't know good or no sugar, but the flow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady, send it to Houston in the gray Mercedes
I'm a product [Gm] of my environment, grew up in the 80s, so that mean me, Kanye-Z and Young Jeezy all crack babies
And it's evident my flow is 7th cent, first LP, on the same shelf as the [Ab] veterans
Nigga, I can't be fucked like a lesbian, I'm the hip-hop with cartoonist to Mexicans
I'm a artist, never claimed to be the artist, just number one since C.I..G. and [Gm] Procter parted Nate ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me, all you other niggas used to be good like King Griffey I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt, on fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month [Cm] I'm a blood, you can clip if you want, just let it bump like you got [Ab] Scott's horse tied up in the trunk I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call [Gm] me the front man Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much place in the trunk so let it [Cm] bump He look like he mad as [Gm] fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbin' her by [Ab] the arm, cause she [Cm] stared Don't know how much [A] attention you [Eb] paid, you better be ready to [Cm] die if this is how it ends I'm [Gm] done with the beef, clam, my son 3 now, and I been watching Dre so long I'm making beats now Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town, I mean shot town, fuck it it can go [Ab] down Nigga I spit the whole round, 4 plus 4 pounds, nigga this the wild wild west call it a showdown I'm Billy the Kid till they split my wig, I come back from the dead tell them kill me again [Gm] Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me, I'm gangster, took more shots than 2 Yeah I'm alive so I'ma take a Patron shot for 2, roll the California blunt and keep watching the movie [Cm] And spot [Ab] riders gang banging shit since I was 2, [Cm] I brought the west coast back, what the fuck you do I'm the [Ab] ice cream truck man, guns in the [Eb] trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call me the [Gm] front man Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much place in the trunk so let it [Cm] bump He look like he mad [Gm] as fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbin' her by [Ab] the arm, cause she [Cm] stared Don't know how much [A] attention you [Eb] pay, you better be ready [Cm] to die in this [Gm] game Drive fast, both hands on the dash, close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out, roll the fucking windows down, let the bass out Nigga, drop the top on whatever you win, bitches, let your ponytail blow in the wind Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs, nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your [Ab] car Four doors, leather and wood, ride like I got a horse stable under my hood And I keep a chrome 4 [Cm].5 under my hood, so if I die, nigga bury me under my hood [Gm] Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin' they chain, Mr. H to the S, O-Ni's a hurricane Long as my family straight, read this in my way, I gave them the documentary and they scraped the plate [Ab] 20 magazine covers, nigga look [Cm] at his face, I cannot, will not, ever be replaced Cause I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the truck man, drugs in the truck man, [Gm] call me the front man Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk so let it [Cm] bump You look like he mad [Gm] as fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbin' her [F] by the arm, cause she [Cm] stared Don't know how much [A] attention you [Eb] paid, you better be ready [Cm] to die in this [Gm] game He opened a lot of shit, he looked scared, you can't find your girl, she right here I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare, his eyes has way too many holes in [Cm] here [Ab] [Gm]
[Cm]
I'm [Ab] from the old hood, something like your hood, where niggas don't know good or no sugar, but the flow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady, send it to Houston in the gray Mercedes
I'm a product [Gm] of my environment, grew up in the 80s, so that mean me, Kanye-Z and Young Jeezy all crack babies
And it's evident my flow is 7th cent, first LP, on the same shelf as the [Ab] veterans
Nigga, I can't be fucked like a lesbian, I'm the hip-hop with cartoonist to Mexicans
I'm a artist, never claimed to be the artist, just number one since C.I..G. and [Gm] Procter parted Nate ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me, all you other niggas used to be good like King Griffey I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt, on fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month [Cm] I'm a blood, you can clip if you want, just let it bump like you got [Ab] Scott's horse tied up in the trunk I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call [Gm] me the front man Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much place in the trunk so let it [Cm] bump He look like he mad as [Gm] fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbin' her by [Ab] the arm, cause she [Cm] stared Don't know how much [A] attention you [Eb] paid, you better be ready to [Cm] die if this is how it ends I'm [Gm] done with the beef, clam, my son 3 now, and I been watching Dre so long I'm making beats now Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town, I mean shot town, fuck it it can go [Ab] down Nigga I spit the whole round, 4 plus 4 pounds, nigga this the wild wild west call it a showdown I'm Billy the Kid till they split my wig, I come back from the dead tell them kill me again [Gm] Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me, I'm gangster, took more shots than 2 Yeah I'm alive so I'ma take a Patron shot for 2, roll the California blunt and keep watching the movie [Cm] And spot [Ab] riders gang banging shit since I was 2, [Cm] I brought the west coast back, what the fuck you do I'm the [Ab] ice cream truck man, guns in the [Eb] trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call me the [Gm] front man Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much place in the trunk so let it [Cm] bump He look like he mad [Gm] as fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbin' her by [Ab] the arm, cause she [Cm] stared Don't know how much [A] attention you [Eb] pay, you better be ready [Cm] to die in this [Gm] game Drive fast, both hands on the dash, close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out, roll the fucking windows down, let the bass out Nigga, drop the top on whatever you win, bitches, let your ponytail blow in the wind Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs, nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your [Ab] car Four doors, leather and wood, ride like I got a horse stable under my hood And I keep a chrome 4 [Cm].5 under my hood, so if I die, nigga bury me under my hood [Gm] Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin' they chain, Mr. H to the S, O-Ni's a hurricane Long as my family straight, read this in my way, I gave them the documentary and they scraped the plate [Ab] 20 magazine covers, nigga look [Cm] at his face, I cannot, will not, ever be replaced Cause I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the truck man, drugs in the truck man, [Gm] call me the front man Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk so let it [Cm] bump You look like he mad [Gm] as fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbin' her [F] by the arm, cause she [Cm] stared Don't know how much [A] attention you [Eb] paid, you better be ready [Cm] to die in this [Gm] game He opened a lot of shit, he looked scared, you can't find your girl, she right here I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare, his eyes has way too many holes in [Cm] here [Ab] [Gm]
[Cm]
Key:
Cm
Gm
Ab
Eb
A
Cm
Gm
Ab
[Cm] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm [Ab] from the old hood, something like your hood, where niggas don't know good or no sugar, but the flow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady, send it to Houston in the gray Mercedes
I'm a product [Gm] of my environment, grew up in the 80s, so that mean me, Kanye-Z and Young Jeezy all crack babies
And it's evident my flow is 7th cent, first LP, on the same shelf as the [Ab] veterans
Nigga, I can't be fucked like a lesbian, I'm the hip-hop with cartoonist to Mexicans
I'm a artist, never claimed to be the artist, just number one since C.I..G. and [Gm] Procter parted Nate ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me, all you other niggas used to be good like King Griffey I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt, on fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month [Cm] I'm a blood, you can clip if you want, just let it bump like you got [Ab] Scott's horse tied up in the trunk I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call [Gm] me the front man Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much place in the trunk so let it [Cm] bump He look like he mad as [Gm] fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbin' her by [Ab] the arm, cause she [Cm] stared Don't know how much [A] attention you [Eb] paid, you better be ready to [Cm] die if this is how it ends I'm [Gm] done with the beef, clam, my son 3 now, and I been watching Dre so long I'm making beats now Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town, I mean shot town, fuck it it can go [Ab] down Nigga I spit the whole round, 4 plus 4 pounds, nigga this the wild wild west call it a showdown I'm Billy the Kid till they split my wig, I come back from the dead tell them kill me again [Gm] Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me, I'm gangster, took more shots than 2 Yeah I'm alive so I'ma take a Patron shot for 2, roll the California blunt and keep watching the movie [Cm] And spot [Ab] riders gang banging shit since I was 2, [Cm] I brought the west coast back, what the fuck you do I'm the [Ab] ice cream truck man, guns in the [Eb] trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call me the [Gm] front man Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much place in the trunk so let it [Cm] bump He look like he mad [Gm] as fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbin' her by [Ab] the arm, cause she [Cm] stared Don't know how much [A] attention you [Eb] pay, you better be ready [Cm] to die in this [Gm] game Drive fast, both hands on the dash, close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out, roll the fucking windows down, let the bass out Nigga, drop the top on whatever you win, bitches, let your ponytail blow in the wind Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs, nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your [Ab] car Four doors, leather and wood, ride like I got a horse stable under my hood And I keep a chrome 4 [Cm].5 under my hood, so if I die, nigga bury me under my hood [Gm] Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin' they chain, Mr. H to the S, O-Ni's a hurricane Long as my family straight, read this in my way, I gave them the documentary and they scraped the plate [Ab] 20 magazine covers, nigga look [Cm] at his face, I cannot, will not, ever be replaced Cause I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the truck man, drugs in the truck man, [Gm] call me the front man Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk so let it [Cm] bump You look like he mad [Gm] as fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbin' her [F] by the arm, cause she [Cm] stared Don't know how much [A] attention you [Eb] paid, you better be ready [Cm] to die in this [Gm] game He opened a lot of shit, he looked scared, you can't find your girl, she right here I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare, his eyes has way too many holes in [Cm] here _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm [Ab] from the old hood, something like your hood, where niggas don't know good or no sugar, but the flow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady, send it to Houston in the gray Mercedes
I'm a product [Gm] of my environment, grew up in the 80s, so that mean me, Kanye-Z and Young Jeezy all crack babies
And it's evident my flow is 7th cent, first LP, on the same shelf as the [Ab] veterans
Nigga, I can't be fucked like a lesbian, I'm the hip-hop with cartoonist to Mexicans
I'm a artist, never claimed to be the artist, just number one since C.I..G. and [Gm] Procter parted Nate ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me, all you other niggas used to be good like King Griffey I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt, on fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month [Cm] I'm a blood, you can clip if you want, just let it bump like you got [Ab] Scott's horse tied up in the trunk I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call [Gm] me the front man Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much place in the trunk so let it [Cm] bump He look like he mad as [Gm] fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbin' her by [Ab] the arm, cause she [Cm] stared Don't know how much [A] attention you [Eb] paid, you better be ready to [Cm] die if this is how it ends I'm [Gm] done with the beef, clam, my son 3 now, and I been watching Dre so long I'm making beats now Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town, I mean shot town, fuck it it can go [Ab] down Nigga I spit the whole round, 4 plus 4 pounds, nigga this the wild wild west call it a showdown I'm Billy the Kid till they split my wig, I come back from the dead tell them kill me again [Gm] Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me, I'm gangster, took more shots than 2 Yeah I'm alive so I'ma take a Patron shot for 2, roll the California blunt and keep watching the movie [Cm] And spot [Ab] riders gang banging shit since I was 2, [Cm] I brought the west coast back, what the fuck you do I'm the [Ab] ice cream truck man, guns in the [Eb] trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call me the [Gm] front man Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much place in the trunk so let it [Cm] bump He look like he mad [Gm] as fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbin' her by [Ab] the arm, cause she [Cm] stared Don't know how much [A] attention you [Eb] pay, you better be ready [Cm] to die in this [Gm] game Drive fast, both hands on the dash, close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out, roll the fucking windows down, let the bass out Nigga, drop the top on whatever you win, bitches, let your ponytail blow in the wind Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs, nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your [Ab] car Four doors, leather and wood, ride like I got a horse stable under my hood And I keep a chrome 4 [Cm].5 under my hood, so if I die, nigga bury me under my hood [Gm] Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin' they chain, Mr. H to the S, O-Ni's a hurricane Long as my family straight, read this in my way, I gave them the documentary and they scraped the plate [Ab] 20 magazine covers, nigga look [Cm] at his face, I cannot, will not, ever be replaced Cause I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the truck man, drugs in the truck man, [Gm] call me the front man Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk so let it [Cm] bump You look like he mad [Gm] as fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbin' her [F] by the arm, cause she [Cm] stared Don't know how much [A] attention you [Eb] paid, you better be ready [Cm] to die in this [Gm] game He opened a lot of shit, he looked scared, you can't find your girl, she right here I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare, his eyes has way too many holes in [Cm] here _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _