Baritone ukulele cover of Pool Shark by Sublime from the album, Robbin’ the Hood
Chords and Lyrics
[Intro]
DmAmDm (let ring)
[Verse 1]
DmAm
Lying in my plastic bed thinking how things weren''t so cool to me
Bb
my baby likes to shoot pool
F
i like lying naked in my bedroom
GbDb
tying off the dinosaur tonight used to be so cool
[Chorus 1]
EB
now i got the needle
EB
i can shake but i can't breathe
EB
you take it away but i want more and more
Gb (barre on 9th fret) (let ring)
one day i'm gonna lose the war
[Verse 2]
Gbm (2nd fret barre) Dbm
Lying in my plastic bed thinking how things weren''t so cool to me
D
my baby likes to shoot pool
A
i like lying naked in my bedroom
BbF
tying off the dinosaur tonight used to be so cool
[Chorus 2]
GbDb
now i got the needle
GbDb
i can shake but i can't breathe
GbDb
you take it away but i want more and more
Ab (let ring)
one day i'm gonna lose the war
https://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/tab/sublime/pool-shark-chords-83371
Full-disclosure, I know I changed some of the chords (just a bit) by ear to make it easier to play and sound better. However, I did use these chords as a guideline. Don't be scared by the fancy 9ths and 13ths. Trust your ears and play what sounds good. Good luck!
[Verse]
Fm7A#13D#maj7
naeiri ol geol aneunde
Fm7A#13D#9
nan haendeuponeul nochi motae
Dm7G7Cm7
jameun ol saenggagi eopttae Yeah
Dm7G7Cm7G#add9/C
dashi Instagram Instagram hane
Fm7A#13D#maj7
jal nan saram manko manchi
Fm7A#13D#9
nugun eodireul nolleo gattaji
Dm7G7
joayoneun an nulleosseo
Cm7
naman ireon geot gataseo
Dm7G7Cm7G#add9/C
jeogi Instagram Instagram sogen
[Chorus]
Fm7A#13
munjeya munje
D#maj7
on sesang soge
Fm7A#13D#9
ttokkateun sarangnoraega
Dm7G7
wa dachi motae
Cm7
naye bam sogen
Dm7G7Cm7G#add9/C
saenggagi neomu manne
Fm7A#13D#maj7Fm7A#13D#9
[Verse]
Fm7
bokjapae
A#13D#maj7
teum mannamyeon bakkwineun ge
Fm7
gwandullae
A#13D#9
i nome jeongbohwa shidae
Dm7G7
dandanhi jalmot dwaesseo
Cm7
yojeumeun aneunge deo
Dm7G7Cm7G#add9/C
goeroun geot gateunde
Fm7
gamyeon gal surok
A#13
neomu eoryeoweo
D#maj7
naman ireon geonji
Fm7
keulleob malgo mweo
A#13
yeonghwa malgo mweo eomna hada
D#9
gyeolguk dongne
Dm7G7
nae mameneun gumeongi isseo
Cm7
geugeon mweollodo mot chaeuneun geot Yeah
Dm7G7
nan jigeum garaanneun jung ingeol
Cm7G#add9/C
nemonan bada sogeseo
[Chorus]
Fm7A#13
munjeya munje
D#maj7
on sesang soge
Fm7A#13D#9
ttokkateun sarangnoraega
Dm7G7
wa dachi motae
Cm7
naye bam sogen
Dm7G7Cm7G#add9/C
saenggagi neomu manne
Fm7A#13D#maj7
ttururuttu ttururuttu
Fm7A#13D#9
ttururuttu ttururuttu
All night
Dm7G7Cm7
geureoke shigan nangbireul hane
Dm7G7Cm7G#add9/C
jeo Instagram sogeseo
[Bridge]
A#m7D#7G#
Lonely lonely so lonely
A#m7D#7G#
weollae irido himdeungayo
G#m7Db7GbM7
No way no way i pideu sogen
B7E7
nawan dareun sesang ppuninde
[Verse]
Fm7
bujireopshi
A#13D#maj7
ollyeo noeun sajin
Fm7A#13D#9
dwie garyeojin nae maeumeul
Dm7G7
aneun i eomne
Cm7
nan tto he meine
Dm7G7Cm7G#add9/C
jeo Instagram sogeseo
Fm7A#13D#maj7
geurae neoneun yojeum eottae
Fm7A#13D#9
jam mot janeun geon yeojeonhae
Dm7G7Cm7
jareun danbari cham yeppeudeonde
Dm7G7
joayoneun an nulleosseo
Cm7G#add9/C
jogeum utgingeot gataseo
[Outro]
Fm7A#13D#maj7
ttururuttu ttururuttu
Fm7A#13D#9
ttururuttu ttururuttu
All night
Dm7G7Cm7
geureoke shigan nangbireul hane
Dm7G7Cm7G#add9/C
ni Instagram sogeseo
https://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/tab/dean/instagram-chords-2324713
Baritone ukulele cover of Sugar, We’re Goin Down by Fall Out Boy from the album, From Under the Cork Tree
Chords and Lyrics
| f# m7 – g# m7 – E – g# m7 || Repeat Whole Song
Am I more than you bargained for yet? I’ve been dying to tell you anything you want to hear ‘Cause that’s just who I am this week Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum I’m just a notch in your bedpost But you’re just a line in a song (A notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song)
Drop a heart, break a name We’re always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We’re going down, down in an earlier round And, sugar, we’re going down swinging I’ll be your number one with a bullet A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We’re going down, down in an earlier round And, sugar, we’re going down swinging I’ll be your number one with a bullet A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
Is this more than you bargained for yet? Oh don’t mind me I’m watching you two from the closet Wishing to be the friction in your jeans Isn’t it messed up how I’m just dying to be him? I’m just a notch in your bedpost But you’re just a line in a song (Notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song)
Drop a heart, break a name We’re always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We’re going down, down in an earlier round And, sugar, we’re going down swinging I’ll be your number one with a bullet A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We’re going down, down in an earlier round And, sugar, we’re going down swinging I’ll be your number one with a bullet A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
Down, down in an earlier round And, sugar, we’re going down swinging I’ll be your number one with a bullet A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We’re going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself) (Down, down in an earlier round) And sugar, we’re going down swinging (Take back what you said) (Down, down in an earlier round) I’ll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself) (Down, down in an earlier round) A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We’re going down, down (down, down) Down, down (down, down) We’re going down, down (down, down) A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We’re going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself) And sugar, we’re going down swinging (Take back what you said) I’ll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself) A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
Baritone Ukulele Cover of American Boy by Estelle ft. Kanye West from the Album, Shine
Chords and Lyrics
| E Maj7 | a min7 (low G) | a min7 (low E) | G Maj7 – B7 || Repeat whole song
This a number one champion sound Yeah, Estelle, we about to get down Who the hottest in the world right now? Just touched down in London town Bet they give me a pound Tell them put the money in my hand right now Tell the promoter we need more seats We just sold out all the floor seats
Take me on a trip I’d like to go some day Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA I really want to come kick it with you You’ll be my American boy
He said, “Hey, sister, it’s really, really nice to meet ya.” I just met this 5-foot-7 guy who’s just my type Like the way he’s speakin’, his confidence is peakin’ Don’t like his baggy jeans but I might like what’s underneath them And, no, I ain’t been to MIA I heard that Cali never rains and New York’s wide awake First let’s see the West End, I’ll show you to my bredrin I’m liking this American boy, American boy
Take me on a trip I’d like to go some day Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA I really want to come kick it with you You’ll be my American boy, American boy La, la la, la la, eya La, la la, la la, eya La, la la, la la, eya Will you be my American boy? American boy
Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway Let’s go shopping, maybe, then we’ll go to a café Let’s go on the subway, take me to your hood I never been to Brooklyn and I’d like to see what’s good Dressed in all your fancy clothes Sneakers looking fresh to death, I’m loving those Shell Toes Walking that walk, talk that slick talk I’m liking this American boy, American boy
Take me on a trip I’d like to go some day Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA I really want to come kick it with you You’ll be my American boy Tell ’em wah gwaan, blud!
Who killing them in the UK? Everybody going to say “You, K!” Reluctantly, because most of this press don’t fuck with me Estelle once said to me, “Cool down, down Don’t act a fool now, now.” I always act a fool oww, oww Ain’t nothing new now, now He crazy, I know what you thinking Ribena, I know what you’re drinking Rap singer, chain blinger Holler at the next chick soon as you’re blinking What’s your persona about this Americana rhymer? Am I shallow ’cause all my clothes designer?
Uh, dressed smart like a London bloke Before he speak his suit bespoke And you thought he was cute before Look at this pea coat, tell me he’s broke And I know you ain’t into all that I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit But I still talk that ca-a-ash ‘Cause a lot of wags want to hear it And I’m feeling like Mike at his baddest Like The Pips at their gladdest And I know they love it So to hell with all that rubbish
Would you be my love, my love? Could you be mine? Would you be my love, my love? Could you be mine? Could you be my love, my love? Would you be my American boy, American boy?
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day Take me to Chicago, San Francisco bay I really want to come kick it with you You’ll be my American boy, American boy
Take me on a trip I’d like to go some day Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA I really want to come kick it with you You’ll be my American boy, American boy La, la la, la la, eya La, la la, la la, eya La, la la, la la, eya Will you be my American boy?
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Okie dokie, alky, keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro Or he’ll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie I just opened up the pack in an hour I’ll ash my Lucky Tonight she just yelling “Fuck me”, two weeks you’ll be yelling fuck me Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie And Chuck E. Cheese’s pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me Oh generation above me, I know you still remember me My afro look just like daddy’s, y’all taught me how to go hunting (BLAM!)
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I will smoke a little something but I don’t inhale, Everywhere that I go, everywhere They be asking hows it going, say the going’s well Go figure, Victor’s light-skinnedJesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God, God knows He’s a pro, he’s a pro like Cointel, check, check mate, check me Take me to the bedroom, let you know me well, I mean normally, you see Norma Jean wouldn’t kick it with Farmer Phil But these kids these days, they get so High, burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, ’til they can’t feel shit, shit-faced Faced it, 15 hits on this L elevated, train, and the craziest Thing, got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it, Probably shoulda been dead or in jail Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz, asshole, absinthe up in that class Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong We’re brain dead, take a tug and then pass
I think we all addicted, Yeah, I think we all addicted Really though, I think we all addicted I think we all addicted
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my memories, all my homies think it’s dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses I think we all addicted, kisses, kisses, kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses
(Twista) I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter Two seats used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi You see, I be still a God but a goofy You be flowing about drugs and a Uzi That’s the new principle, sometimes I’mma be about some hoes Sometimes I’mma wanna make a movie And when it come to rapping fast, I’m the Higgs Boson And though my style freakish I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron Cause I’m addicted to the craft and I be off a OG Know me, I’m the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope see Cooler like I’m offa codeine, low key Don’t be so judgmental, even though I’m reminiscing If I don’t know what I miss isIma end up figuring out that it’s home And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses This is just a testament to the ones that raised me The ones that I praised and I’m thanking I need ’em but the chronic all up in my clothes And I wanna get a hug, and I can’t cause I’m stanking Never too old for a spanking, Ugh
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank I got burn holes in my memories my homies think it’s dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I think we all addicted Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies all my homies think it’s dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies all my homies think it’s dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses
Baritone Ukulele Cover of Boss DJ by Sublime from the Album, Robbin’ The Hood
Chords and Lyrics
GCGC
There is a steel train comin through, and i would take it if i could,
GCGC
and i would not lie to you because Sunday mornin soon will come,
GC
and the things will be much easier to say,
GCG
upon the microphone like a boss d.j., and i won't walk up upon the sea
CGC
like it was dry land, boss d.j. ain't nothing but a man
GC
no trouble no fuss (tap guitar twice), I know why (short pause)
GCGC
It's sooo nice, I wanna hear the same song twice,
GCGC
It's sooo nice, I wanna hear the same song twice
GC
rumors are spreading all over my town, but it's just stones and sticks
GC
cause on the microphone is where i go to get my fix
GC
just let the lovin take a hold, cause it will if you let it
GC
i'm funky not a junky but i know where to get it
GC
no trouble no fuss (tap guitar twice), I know why (short pause)
GCGC
it's sooo nice, I wanna hear the same song twice
GCGC
it's sooo nice, I wanna hear the same song twice
GA#GA#
oooweee girl, ooowee girl, ooowee girl, ooowee ee girl
CDCD
and there really ain't no time to waste, really ain't no time to hate,
CDCD
ain't got no time to waste, time to hate,
GCD
really ain't no time to make the time go way, ay ay ay ay
GCG
so mister d.j. don't stop the music, i wanna know
CGA#
are you feelin the same way too?
GA#GA#
i wanna rock it with you girl, ooo ooo girl, ooo ooo girl, ooo hoo hoo,
solo
C D - Repeat
GCGC
cause it's sooo nice, i wanna hear the same song twice
GCGC
it's sooo nice, i wanna hear the same song twice (short pause)
DCD
now-a-days the songs on the radio all, all drive me crazy
https://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/tab/sublime/boss-dj-chords-2555
Baritone Ukulele Cover of I Love It by Kanye West and Lil Pump
Chords
| bm | G | D | A || (The four chords)
Lyrics
You’re such a fuckin’ ho, I love it (I love it) You’re such a fuckin’ ho, I love it (I love it) You’re such a fuckin’ ho, I love it (Love it, love it) (I’ma fuck a bitch, tell her cousin) Your boyfriend is a dork, McLovin (dork, McLovin, ooh, ooh, ooh) I just pulled up in a Ghost (Ghost) Fucked that bitch up out in London (up out in) Then I fucked up on her cousin Or her sister, I don’t know nothin’ (uh-uh, woo) And my n****s gettin’ ignorant Like a lighter, bitch, we ignant (ignant, yeah) All this water on my neck Look like I fell when I went fishin’ (fell) So much diamonds on my bust down Ooh, fuck, what’s the time? (where we at?) Me and Smokepurpp sippin’ drank (aye!) Ooh, fuck, she take lines (lines)You’re such a fuckin’ ho, I love it (scoop!) (I love it) You’re such a fuckin’ ho, I love it (I love it)You’re such a fuckin’ ho When the first time they ask you if you want sparklin’ or still? Why you try to act like you was drinkin’ sparklin’ water ‘fore you came out here? You’re such a fuckin’ h— I’m a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck (whoop!) I’m a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck (whoop!) I’m a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck (whoop!) I’m a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck (whoop!)I’m a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck I like my dick sucked, I’ll buy you a sick truck I’ll buy you some new tits, I’ll get you that nip-tuck How you start a family? The condom slipped up I’m a sick fuck, I’m inappropriate I like hearin’ stories, I like that ho shit I wanna hear mo’ shit, I like the ho shit Send me some mo’ shit, you triflin’ ho bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)You’re such a fuckin’ ho, I love it (I love it) You’re such a fuckin’ ho, I love it (I love it)
Baritone ukulele cover of Ryd / Dark Red by Steve Lacy from Steve Lacy’s Demo
Chords and Lyrics
*In Ryd, I just added a moving line, which isn't necessary, but it technically adds some chords. For example, I added the following chords [in brackets]:
D9 Am7
Speedin' down the backstreet
[Am] Dm7 [D7sus4] Am7
I'm tryna get you in my backseat
G#m7 Gm7 Gm9 [Gm7]
Girl I want you to ride with me
Em7A7#5
Baby ride on me...
RYD
[Chorus]
D9Am7
Speedin' down the backstreet
Dm7Am7
I'm tryna get you in my backseat
G#m7Gm7Gm9
Girl I want you to ride with me
Em7A7#5
Baby ride on me
D9Am7
Speedin' down the backstreet
Dm7Am7
I'm tryna get you in my backseat
G#m7Gm7Gm9
Girl I want you to ride with me
Gm7Fmaj7C7b9
Baby ride on me
[Verse]
D9Am7
I see the way you lookin' at me
Dm7
Through my peripheral
Am7G#m7Gm7
Vision pretty baby as I ride on this empty road
Gm9
I'm just lookin' for somethin' to do
Em7A7#5
Asked if she was hungry does she want any food and
D9Am7
She said, "Nah" then she kissed me on my cheek
Dm7Am7G#m7
Next thing I know she was feelin' on me
Gm7
And
Gm9
I was in the M double-O D
Gm7Fmaj7C7b9
When she said park my car down the backstreet
[Chorus]
D9Am7
Speedin' down the backstreet
Dm7Am7
I'm tryna get you in my backseat
G#m7Gm7Gm9
Girl I want you to ride with me
Em7A7#5
Baby ride on me
D9Am7
Speedin' down the backstreet
Dm7Am7
I'm tryna get you in my backseat
G#m7Gm7Gm9
Girl I want you to ride with me
Gm7Fmaj7C7b9
Baby ride on me
https://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/tab/steve-lacy/ryd-chords-2080905
DARK RED
[Verse]
AGmFA#7A#maj7
Something bad is 'bout to happen to me
AGmFA#7A#maj7
I don't know it but I feel it comin'
AGmFA#7A#maj7
Might be so sad, might leave my nose running
AGmFA#7A#maj7
I just hope she don't wanna leave me
[Chorus]
AGmFA#7A#maj7
Don't you give me up, please don't give up
AGmFA#7A#maj7A
Honey, I belong, with you, and only you, baby
GmF
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
A#7A#maj7A
Only you, darling, only you, babe
GmF
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
A#7A#maj7
Only you, darling, only you
[Verse 2]
AGmFA#7A#maj7
Something bad is 'bout to happen to me
AGmFA#7A#maj7
Why I feel this way I don't know maybe
AGmFA#7A#maj7
I think of her so much it drives me crazy
AGmFA#7A#maj7
I just don't want her to leave me
[Chorus]
AGmFA#7A#maj7
Don't you give me up, please don't give up
AGmFA#7A#maj7A
Honey, I belong, with you, and only you, baby
GmF
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
A#7A#maj7A
Only you, darling, only you, babe
GmF
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
A#7A#maj7
Only you, darling, only you
[Guitar Break]
e|-------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------| x4
A|---------------6-6-4-4---------|
E|-6-6-5-5-4-4-4---------7-7-6-6-|
[Bridge]
AmG#m7
What if
Gm7
She's fine
DmCA#Am
It's my mind that's wrong
AmG#m7
And I just
Gm7Dm
Let bad thoughts
CA#Am
Linger for far too long
AmG#m7
What if (if!)
Gm7
She’s fine (fine!)
DmCA#Am
It’s my mind that’s wrong
AmG#m7
And I just (just!)
Gm7Dm
Let bad thoughts (thoughts!)
CA#Am
Linger for far too long
[Chorus]
AGmFA#7A#maj7
Don't you give me up, please don't give up
AGmFA#7A#maj7A
Honey, I belong, with you, and only you, baby
GmF
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
A#7A#maj7A
Only you, darling, only you, babe
GmF
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
A#7A#maj7
Only you, darling, only you
https://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/tab/steve-lacy/dark-red-chords-1986265
Baritone Ukulele Cover of Only Sixteen by Same Cooke from the Album, The Best of Same Cooke
Chords and Lyrics
Verse 1:
GEmCDAm7D7G
She... was only six-teen, only six-teen, I loved her so.
GEmCDAm7D7G
But she was too young to fall in love, and I was too young to know.
Verse 2:
GEmCD
We'd laugh and we'd sing, and do the little things,
Am7D7G
That made my heart glow.
GEmCDAm7D7G
But she was too young to fall in love, and I was too young to know.
Bridge 1:
Am7D7GEm
Why did I give my heart so fast?
Am7D7G
It never will happen a-gain.
Am7D7GEm
But I was a mere lad of six-teen;
A7D7
I've aged a year since then.
Verse 3:
GEmCDAm7D7G
She was only six-teen, only six-teen, with eyes that would glow.
GEmCDAm7D7G
But she was too young to fall in love, and I was too young to know.
Bridge 2:
Am7D7GEm
(Then why did you give your heart so fast?)
Am7D7G
It never will happen a-gain.
Am7D7GEm
(But you were a mere lad of six-teen);
A7D7
I've aged a year since then.
Verse 4:
GEmCDAm7D7G
She was only six-teen, only six-teen, with eyes that would glow.
GEmCDAm7D7G
But she was too young to fall in love, and I was too young to know.
GEmCDAm7D7G
But she was too young to fall in love, and I was too young to know.
GEmCDAm7D7G
She was too young to fall in love, and I was too young to know.
(Fade)
https://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/tab/sam-cooke/only-sixteen-chords-212933
Baritone Ukulele Cover of Cisco Kid by Sublime from the Album Robbin’ The Hood
Chords and Lyrics
that’s chapter 1, would you like to have chapter 2 you better you son of a bitch, i know the way.
D#dim7 Edim7 Here’s Adventure, Here’s Romance Fdim7 Here’s the famous Robin Hood of the old west… cisco, the sheriff, he’s getting closer! Make way poncho, vominos. the cisco kid.
Em – A x8 A way, way, way, we way back
Em – Em7 – A – A7 [repeat whole song]
in the days the year, 1980. had to get a job, had to make some money-ney picked up a pen and a pad, dropped reality never thinking that i would live to see the day i’d rock my own cd
we used to do the dance we called obie-obie now s.t.p. 1993
so hollywood get out my way my mom’s words seems like yesterday “love jesus, don’t forget to pray” she most have gone with a boss d.j. right (don’t be too sure of that fat one. fat one?) when we were young were skinny-inny coming with the 9mm pumpin’ with the uzi
‘cuz he who has the money has the authority and respect to the man with the uzi (i’m pritty handy with a six gun myself) the 808 kick is on my hitlist and this beat’s cooking like an ital dish
it wasn’t hard for me to do, it was so easy because to me loops lip tight dub naturally mom’s words seem like yesterday.
what’s your name? cisco kid. si, poncho’s name is, poncho.
now in ’94 we got an s.t.p. a half pack of smokes, and oh yes, and sammy a fifteen pack of old millwalkee a dalmation and a girlfriend, but i ain’t got no money-ne-ne-ne
the 808 is within my reach, sublime beats bumpin’ straight from long beach. if you think that hollywood didn’t get what he deserved, call 808 kit to get served
