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Djs by Sublime
Djs
Sung no chords
All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson
Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wesson
(rhythmic) Bb Bb Bb Bb
A little competition comes my way but it always winds up the same,
Bb Bb Bb Bb
"the stone that the builder refuse shall be the head cornerstone"
G#m Bb G#m Bb
Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
Eb Bb F
And still I sit and lie awake all night
(rhytmic Bb)
All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson
Try talkin trash and we'll come with a smith & wesson
Enough d.j.s come with enough style
but when I bus my lyrics we all Know it's wicked-wily.
G#m Bb G#m Bb
Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
Eb Bb F
And still I set and lie awake all night
(rhythmic Bb)
You better be strapped with the gat
If you wanna walk with me, I'm bound to come down
With the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae music
Gotta come down with some new lyrics
It just ain't nothing, it's been a real long time
G#m Bb G#m Bb
Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
Eb Bb F
And still I set and lie awake all night
(rhythmic Bb)
Rubadub blender a new mixer
I am the one d.j. with enough flavor
Hear the dub and say lord have his grilled cheese.
I ain't Jamaican, but I ain't no freak
Caught the man eno with the one pound bag o' tweak
And called him ghost rider everytime you see him he fulfill the danger
G#m Bb G#m Bb
Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
Eb Bb F
But still I set and lie awake all night
(reggae rhythm, traditional rock steady)
Bb Eb F
Dred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission
Bb Eb F
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
Bb Eb F
We will survive in this world of competition
Bb
To make sure we have our ammunition...bo bo bo bo...
Bb Eb F
go go go go...
Bb Eb F (repeat til end)
I won't wait so long
For you
Stop your messin around,
Better think of your future
Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail
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version 2
Tuning:Standard
All of the DJs surely have taken a lesson
Start talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
Verse 1:
A little competition comes my way
And it always winds up the same
But the stone that the builder refused
Shall be the head cornerstone
C#
e|----------|
B|----6-----|
G|----6-----| ska strokes
D|----6-----|
A|----4-----|
E|----------|
Chorus 1:
Bm Fm
Oh, but there ain't nothin' wrong
Bm Fm
Ain't nothin' right
F# C# Ab
still I sit and lie awake all night
Lead:
e|-------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------|
D|-----------6-8-----------6-------8-11------------|
A|-----4-6-8---------4-6-8---8---9--------8-11-----|
E|---6-------------6--------------------9----------|
Verse 2:
All of the DJs surely have taken a lesson
Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
Lead:
e|-------------------|
B|-------------------|
G|---6-4---4-6-------|
D|-------6-----------|
A|-------------------|
E|-------------------|
Enough DJs come with enough, enough stylee
But when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley
C#
e|----------| e|-------------------|
B|----6-----| B|-------------------|
G|----6-----| ska strokes G|---6-4---4-6-4-----|
D|----6-----| D|-------6-------6---|
A|----4-----| A|-------------------|
E|----------| E|-------------------|
Chorus 2:
Bm Fm
Oh, but there ain't nothin' wrong
Bm Fm
Ain't nothin' right
F# C# Ab
still I sit and lie awake all night
Lead:
e|-------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------|
D|-----------6-8-----------6-------8-11------------|
A|-----4-6-8---------4-6-8---8---9--------8-11-----|
E|---6-------------6--------------------9----------|
Verse 3:
Oh, you better be strapped with your Gat if you wan walk
with me
I bound to come down with the new stylee
Rockin' rubadub known as reggae music
Gonna come down with the new lyrics
'Cause it
Just ain't no thing
Oh, I said
It's been a real long time
C#
e|----------|
B|----6-----|
G|----6-----| ska strokes
D|----6-----|
A|----4-----|
E|----------|
Chorus 3:
Bm Fm
Oh, but there ain't nothin' wrong
Bm Fm
Ain't nothin' right
F# C# Ab
still I sit and lie awake all night
Lead:
e|-------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------|
D|-----------6-8-----------6-------8-11------------|
A|-----4-6-8---------4-6-8---8---9--------8-11-----|
E|---6-------------6--------------------9----------|
Verse 4:
Rubadub blender
A newer mixer so
I am one DJ with enough flava
It go
Here I go, here I'm come
Heara the dubbed down DJ
Lord have his grilled cheese
I mean, ah
I am Jamaican, but I ain't no freak
I caught the man Ino with a ten pound bag of tweak
(Ha, ha, ha, tweakin')
(D*m*)
Hold on, though we call it ghost rider
Every time we see them you fulfill the danger, wa, wa
C#
e|----------|
B|----6-----|
G|----6-----| ska strokes
D|----6-----|
A|----4-----|
E|----------|
Chorus 4:
Bm Fm
Oh, but there ain't nothin' wrong
Bm Fm
Ain't nothin' right
F# C# Ab
still I sit and lie awake all night
Lead:
e|-------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------|
D|-----------6-8-----------6-------8-11------------|
A|-----4-6-8---------4-6-8---8---9--------8-11-----|
E|---6-------------6--------------------9----------|
Verse 5: (Bass only)
Dreddy got a job to do
And we might fulfill his mission
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
But, ah, we will survive in this world of competition
Shooting guns and our ammunition
Bridge:
C# F# Ab
e|--------------2----------4-------|
B|---6----------2----------4-------|
G|---6----------3----------5-------|
D|---6----------4----------6-------|
A|---4-----------------------------|
E|---------------------------------|
Lead:
e|----------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------2--------4----------|
G|-------------------------3------5---5---------|
D|------3-6---3--6-3----444------6-6---6--------| x2
A|---444-----4--4---4---------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------------|
Verse 6: (Bass only)
I won't wait so long, mmm
I said I won't wait so long for you
Oh, oh, yeah
Mmm, mmm
Ooh, oh Hard to get so
Much Mmm, mmm
Stop your messing around
Better think of your future
Time you straighten right out
Or you'll wind up in jail
| / slide up
| \ slide down
| h hammer-on
| p pull-off
| ~ vibrato
| + harmonic
| x Mute note
| b Bend
| pb Pre-bend
| br Bend release
| pbr Pre-bend release
| brb Bend release bend
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version 3
(Standard tuning)
A#/C C/A# A#/C C/A#
A#/C C/A# A#/C C/A#
A#/C
I'm Telling you right now
A#/C
Soon there will be nothing to plow
A#/C
Soon ther'll be nothing natural
A#/C
and everything will be artificial
A#/C
In the future I say,
In the future I say,
In the future I say...
C
All of the DJs surly have taken a lesson
C C C
Start talkin trash and I'll come with my smith and wesson
(for the verses, just mess around on the A#/C but play C mostly)
A little competition comes my way
But it always winds up the same
The stone that the builder refused
Shall be the head cornerstone
Am C
Ain't nothing wrong
Am C F C G
Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lie awake all night
C
All of the DJs surely have taken a lesson
C C A# C
Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
Enough d.j.s come with enough, enough stylee
But when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley
Am C
Ain't nothing wrong
Am C F C G
Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lie awake all night
C
Oh yeah Rubadub blender
A new mixer, go,
I am the one DJ with enough flava ,it go
Here I go, here I'm come, heara the dubbed down d.j.
Lord have this grilled cheese
I mean ah, I am Jamican but I ain't no freak
I caught the man Ino with a ten pound bag of tweak
Hold on, though we call it ghost rider
Every time we see them you fulfill the danger
Am C
Ain't nothing wrong
Am C F C G
Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lie awake all night
C C
Oh, oh yea
C F G
Dreddy got a job to do, and we might fulfill his mission
C F G
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition but ah,
C F G
We will survive in this world of competition
C
Using guns and our ammunition
bo,bo,bo,bo,bo,bo,bo
(This part is kinda wack but its the same as the last riff with a wha or something on it)
C F G
C F G (do this untill the end)
I won't wait so long mm,
i said I won't wait so long for you
oh, oh, yeah mmm ooh oh
hard to get so much
hmm, stop your messin' around
ah ah ah ah better think of your future
ah ah ah ah time you straighten right out
C
ah ah ah ah or you'll wind up in jail
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