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Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1037470,"song":"Palmdale","artist":"Afroman","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11228980-palmdale-chords-by-afroman/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1037470?type=chord","rating":3.97931,"votes":3,"content":"[tab]Chords: A# |e-----    G# |e--4--    B |e-----|\r\n           |B--3--       |B--4--      |B--5--|\r\n           |G--3--       |G--5--      |G--5--|\r\n           |D--3--       |D--6--      |D--5--|\r\n           |A--1--       |A--6--      |A--3--|\r\n           |E-----       |E--4--      |E-----|[/tab]\r\n\r\nNote: If you can't switch chords fast enough at the fast chord changing part you can \r\nmake it a lot easier by just playing the G# chord instead of switching between the \r\ndifferent chords.\r\n\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]A#[/ch]\r\nJust like bums[/tab]\r\nwe used to stay\r\nin the slums of LA by the way\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]G#[/ch]\r\nGang-bangers killin' each other for rep,    <------ This pattern is repeated[/tab]\r\n                                                  Throughout the entire song\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]G#[/ch]                        [ch]G#[/ch] [ch]A#[/ch] [ch]B[/ch] [ch]G#[/ch]\r\nsellin' rock cocaine on my doorstep[/tab]\r\n\r\nHad a ball to bounce plus a bike to ride,\r\nbut my mamma never would let me play outside.\r\nBut when I got enrolled in elementary school,\r\nstarted bangin' like a fuckin' fool.\r\nSo cool,\r\nthrowin' up gang signs to the gangster beat,\r\nShottie aimed at me from across the street\r\nMamma came home, said she got a good job.\r\nDaddy did too.\r\nNow they don't squab.\r\nFinancially, we improvin'.\r\n2 months later, son, we movin'.\r\nNo more duckin' from shotgun shells.\r\nBought a two-story house in East Palmdale.\r\n\r\nPalmdale, (Hell yeah.) come back to me.\r\nI need you and I love you, baby.\r\nPalmdale, come back to me.\r\n\r\nNo more rats and no more roaches,\r\nlivin' next door to football coaches.\r\nNow I got a new place to sell my crack.\r\nNow I got little white kids to jack.\r\nI stopped wearin' blue, went trippin' on red.\r\nToo busy squabbin' with the skinheads.\r\nStupid questions, distract the class.\r\nRubbin' little white girls on the ass.\r\nI didn't really care if I passed or failed, I knew I was headed for the NFL,\r\nUntil the playoff game, shoulder got hurt.\r\nI thought about my future, layin' in the dirt.\r\nI can't jump, I can't flinch.\r\nSuperstar player, ridin' the bench.\r\nGraduate from school? Don't make me laugh.\r\nI got an F+ in basic math.\r\n(give it to me now.)\r\nPalmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.\r\nI gotta do one song for my neighborhood. Bucccoooc!\r\nPalmdale, come back to me.\r\n(check it out.)\r\n\r\nI knew I couldn't make it in the white man's world,\r\nso I bought me some khakis and a Jheri curl.\r\nI knew I couldn't make it to the NFL,\r\nI went to East Palmdale and started slingin' yell.\r\nShoulda dropped outta school a long time ago.\r\nBought a cell phone, like a nut.\r\nNow I deliver Pizza Hut.\r\nI drunk whisky and Bacardi.\r\nI sold dope to anybody.\r\nMe and my homies sold dubs and dimes,\r\ntook turns bustin' rhymes just to pass the time.\r\nA white man drove up to my spot.\r\nHe said, “Hey, homeboy, what you got?”\r\nI put a fat rock inside his hand.\r\nAbout 25 sheriffs jumped out the van.\r\n\r\nPalmdale, (Hell, yeah) come back to me.\r\nI need you and I love you, baby.\r\nPalmdale, come back to me.\r\n\r\nCan't get drunk.\r\nCan't get blunted.\r\nLA County, 95 hundred.\r\nCrips wanna take my All-stars.\r\nBloods wanna eat my Snicker bars.\r\nThem peckerwoods don't want none,\r\nbut the Mexican's straight on one.\r\nThem Essays, catorces, treces always try to test me,\r\nSo I jumped off the bed,\r\n\r\ncause I ain't no punk.\r\nJammed his head up against the bunk.\r\nSocked that Cholo in his chin.\r\nBlack mutha-fuckas scared to jump in.\r\nSheriff broke it up when we hit the floor.\r\nI kept talkin' shit cause I want some more.\r\nBack in town, we get along with the brown.\r\nNow I'm in jail, they tryin' to beat me down.\r\nJail is hell, but I'll adapt.\r\nWon't hesitate to get in a scrap.\r\n'Cause I'm down for mine, and that's for certain,\r\nsittin' in the hole with my knuckles hurtin'.\r\nPalmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.\r\nI need you and I love you, baby.\r\nPalmdale, come back to me.\r\n\r\nNow I got a fucked up life.\r\nTwo bad kids and a naggin' wife.\r\nDead end job at the airport.\r\nCheck too short to pay the house note.\r\nTurn on the TV,\r\nthen I see different homeboys that went to school with me\r\nPlayin' in the NFL.\r\nWe used to kick back in East Palmdale.\r\nRodney Williams.\r\nLorenz Tate.\r\nZeno plays for Colorado State.\r\nI wish my homeboys much success,\r\nbut at the same time, I still get depressed.\r\nWalkin' through the wind with a cup full of gin\r\nthinkin' 'bout things\r\nthat coulda, woulda, shoulda been.\r\nI wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish good luck to my peers.\r\nPalmdale, come back to me.\r\nI need you and I love you, baby.\r\nPalmdale,(Palmdale) come back to me.\r\n(x4)\r","plain_text":"Note: If you can't switch chords fast enough at the fast chord changing part you can \nmake it a lot easier by just playing the G# chord instead of switching between the \ndifferent chords.\n\n\n\nwe used to stay\nin the slums of LA by the way\n\n\n                                                  Throughout the entire song\n\n\n\nHad a ball to bounce plus a bike to ride,\nbut my mamma never would let me play outside.\nBut when I got enrolled in elementary school,\nstarted bangin' like a fuckin' fool.\nSo cool,\nthrowin' up gang signs to the gangster beat,\nShottie aimed at me from across the street\nMamma came home, said she got a good job.\nDaddy did too.\nNow they don't squab.\nFinancially, we improvin'.\n2 months later, son, we movin'.\nNo more duckin' from shotgun shells.\nBought a two-story house in East Palmdale.\n\nPalmdale, (Hell yeah.) come back to me.\nI need you and I love you, baby.\nPalmdale, come back to me.\n\nNo more rats and no more roaches,\nlivin' next door to football coaches.\nNow I got a new place to sell my crack.\nNow I got little white kids to jack.\nI stopped wearin' blue, went trippin' on red.\nToo busy squabbin' with the skinheads.\nStupid questions, distract the class.\nRubbin' little white girls on the ass.\nI didn't really care if I passed or failed, I knew I was headed for the NFL,\nUntil the playoff game, shoulder got hurt.\nI thought about my future, layin' in the dirt.\nI can't jump, I can't flinch.\nSuperstar player, ridin' the bench.\nGraduate from school? Don't make me laugh.\nI got an F+ in basic math.\n(give it to me now.)\nPalmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.\nI gotta do one song for my neighborhood. Bucccoooc!\nPalmdale, come back to me.\n(check it out.)\n\nI knew I couldn't make it in the white man's world,\nso I bought me some khakis and a Jheri curl.\nI knew I couldn't make it to the NFL,\nI went to East Palmdale and started slingin' yell.\nShoulda dropped outta school a long time ago.\nBought a cell phone, like a nut.\nNow I deliver Pizza Hut.\nI drunk whisky and Bacardi.\nI sold dope to anybody.\nMe and my homies sold dubs and dimes,\ntook turns bustin' rhymes just to pass the time.\nA white man drove up to my spot.\nHe said, “Hey, homeboy, what you got?”\nI put a fat rock inside his hand.\nAbout 25 sheriffs jumped out the van.\n\nPalmdale, (Hell, yeah) come back to me.\nI need you and I love you, baby.\nPalmdale, come back to me.\n\nCan't get drunk.\nCan't get blunted.\nLA County, 95 hundred.\nCrips wanna take my All-stars.\nBloods wanna eat my Snicker bars.\nThem peckerwoods don't want none,\nbut the Mexican's straight on one.\nThem Essays, catorces, treces always try to test me,\nSo I jumped off the bed,\n\ncause I ain't no punk.\nJammed his head up against the bunk.\nSocked that Cholo in his chin.\nBlack mutha-fuckas scared to jump in.\nSheriff broke it up when we hit the floor.\nI kept talkin' shit cause I want some more.\nBack in town, we get along with the brown.\nNow I'm in jail, they tryin' to beat me down.\nJail is hell, but I'll adapt.\nWon't hesitate to get in a scrap.\n'Cause I'm down for mine, and that's for certain,\nsittin' in the hole with my knuckles hurtin'.\nPalmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.\nI need you and I love you, baby.\nPalmdale, come back to me.\n\nNow I got a fucked up life.\nTwo bad kids and a naggin' wife.\nDead end job at the airport.\nCheck too short to pay the house note.\nTurn on the TV,\nthen I see different homeboys that went to school with me\nPlayin' in the NFL.\nWe used to kick back in East Palmdale.\nRodney Williams.\nLorenz Tate.\nZeno plays for Colorado State.\nI wish my homeboys much success,\nbut at the same time, I still get depressed.\nWalkin' through the wind with a cup full of gin\nthinkin' 'bout things\nthat coulda, woulda, shoulda been.\nI wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish good luck to my peers.\nPalmdale, come back to me.\nI need you and I love you, baby.\nPalmdale,(Palmdale) come back to me.\n(x4)","chords":["A","G","B","D","E","A#","G#","F"],"chord_diagrams":{"B":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,2,3,4,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,4,2]}}}