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Boyz In The Hood chords

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I believe this is different than other chord versions because it follows the chromatic bass line and actually addresses the diminished chords. Was this info helpful? Yes No
There is no strumming pattern for this song yet. and get +5 IQ
Here are the chords that I use.  They are actually quite simple. The fingerings
that are in parenthesis () are optional if you want to simplify further.

I've never been much for picking, but I think the diminished chords are played with the 1st string open,
(if you're going to pick).



    A   A/C#   D   Ebdim   Fdim   F#m   E   Bm7   D/F#   Ebdim  Fdim   A


[Verse 1]
 A             A/C#
Woke up quick, at about noon
         D                       Ebdim
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
        A                    Fdim
I gotta get drunk, before the day begins
          F#m           E        D
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends

[Verse 2]
 A                   A/C#
About to go and damn near went blind
      D                          Ebdim
Young niggas on the path throwin' up gang sings
 A                     Fdim
I went in the house to get the clip
        F#m     E       D
With my mack 10, on the side of my hip

[Verse 3]
 A                     A/C#
I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon
    D                      Ebdim
And just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
  A                           Fdim
I jumped in the fro', hit the juice on my ride
      F#m       E        D
I got front and back and side to side

 A                    A/C#
Then I let the Alpine play
      D                    Ebdim
I was pumpin' new shit by NWA
       A                      Fdim
It was gangsta gangsta at the top of the list
       F#m           E            D
Then I played my own shit it went somethin' like this

[Verse 5]
 A                        F#m
Crusin' down the street in my six fo'
 Bm7                E
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's
       A               F#m
I went to the park to get the scoop
       Bm7                   E
Knuckleheads out there, cold shootin' some hoops

[Verse 6]
 A                  A/C#
a car pulls up, who can it be
       D                       Ebdim
It's a fresh El Camino, rollin' kilo-G
 A                           Fdim
He rolls down the window and starts to say
     F#m       E           D
It's all about makin' that G.T.A.

         A           F#m             Bm7
Cuz' the boyz in the hood are always hard
Come talkin' that trash, and we'll pull your card
 A                 F#m               Bm7
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
               E                 A   D   A  F#m E
Don't quote me boy I ain't said shit

[Verse 7]
 A                   A/C#
Bored as hell, and I wanna' to get ill
     D                      Ebdim
So I go to a place where my home boys chill
 A                         Fdim
Fellas out there tryin' to make that dolla'
  F#m       E      D
I pulled up in the six four impalla

[Verse 8]
    A                        A/C#
I'm greeted with a forty and I start drinkin'
    D                      Ebdim
And from the eight ball my breath starts stinkin'
  A                    Fdim
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
  F#m    E       D
before I left, I hit the Bacardi

[Verse 9]
A                          A/C#
Pull to the house, get her outta the pad
     D                       Ebdim
Dumb bitch said somethin' to make me mad,
    A                      Fdim
She said somethin' that, I couldn't believe
     F#m                E            D
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave

[Verse 10]
 A                    A/C#
Started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho'
        A                    Fdim
and her father stood up, and started to shout
     F#m           E                     D
So I threw a right cross and knocked his old ass out

         A           F#m             Bm7
Cuz' the boyz in the hood are always hard
Come talkin' that trash, and we'll pull your card
 A                 F#m               Bm7
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
               E                 A   D   A  F#m E
Don't quote me boy I ain't said shit

Use the same chords as the verses, but do some fancy finger picking...
A                     A/C#     D        Ebdim
Punk ass trippin' but it's all ri-------ght;
A               Fdim           F#m  E        D2
Homie scored a ki', he's gonna fly, punk ass fly...

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