Brodels chords by
311
311

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Key: B minor
Intro 1
Eb5
Eb5
F5
F5
G5
G5
Eb5
Eb5
G5
G5
Verse 1
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F5
Ooh, you know we
pepper you
G5
G5
F
F
With a sonic assault sidestepin' you
A5
A5
G5
G5
I cannot think of a better way
F5
F5
G5
G5
That we could celebrate freedom
Than make up a set of goals
F5
F5
and cold beat 'em
G5
G5
See dumb verbal tags like
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F5
G5
G5
audio spaghetti
F
F
G5
G5
Give a shout to the one they call Yeti
F5
F5
I bet he put the cabash on any foes whatso
G5
G5
F5
F5
ever Like original brodel Trevor
Db5
Db5
Positive vibe merchant grandson
of Lord Buckley
Eb5
Eb5
Scottish Ralston shows up if you're lucky
Db5
Db5
Ad Raspler the Swede, a friend indeed
Eb5
Eb5
He's keeping an eye on the
Db5
Db5
other guy's greed
These are 311 characters
I dubbed everyone
Eb5
Eb5
Db5
Db5
The story ain't over but my rhyme is done
Verse 2
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Db5
It was the year that I first touched ground
So I grabbed the microphone
Eb5
Eb5
and I got down
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Db5
Just like James Brown gather 'round
of our sight and sound
Pound for pound we throw
down rather profound
I'll put you in another world,
I can't hear you
Like having phone sex with a deaf girl
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Eb5
Db5
Db5
No doubt, we got the jams
that'll smack ya
I penned three books of lyrics two for action,
1 for backup
'cause I'm a cold rockin' brother,
got transistor tunes
B
B
And it feels real good to get close to you
Verse 3
Eb5
Eb5
The brodels is the nazz,
Db5
Db5
F
F
Bb5
Bb5
and the nazz knows where it's at
B
B
Db
Db
Eb5
Eb5
The brodels is the nazz,
Db5
Db5
Eb5
Eb5
Db5
Db5
who knows a cat who can feed a cat
B
B
Db
Db
Eb5
Eb5
Db5
Db5
The goal is to be a poet and a carpenter
F
F
Bb5
Bb5
To be one who loves,
B
B
to be one who works
Eb5
Eb5
Db5
Db5
The nazz not something that can be given
The brodel is inside you,
Bbm
Bbm
G5
G5
it comes from within
F
F
G5
G5
When I feel into the sea
Verse 4
F
F
G5
G5
When the world came and
kissed me
Transformed my shit,
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F
A5
A5
told the shark I was a dol phin
G5
G5
Swam quick funny though
F
F
G5
G5
Piranhas chilled and laughed at
The way that I took off my
F
F
E5
E5
polka dots on top of that
G5
G5
The whales know I'm quick,
F
F
watch out
G5
G5
And I get funky fresh, as for the fishes,
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F
I'm lit luminous
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A5
G5
G5
I'm not nou veau techno,
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F
G5
G5
I glow like a gla cial
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F
In skin that swims faster than speed I am
Db5
Db5
I be dropped out of nothing
I will return to nothing
Rotate my style, my rhyme,
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Eb5
F5
F5
my way, magician of a rhythm
Db5
Db5
C
C
Db5
Db5
Lover of animals, damn,
I want to hear 'em
C
C
Db5
Db5
Eb5
Eb5
F5
F5
Aquat ic my way, I got soul shape
Db5
Db5
Well I'm 6 six
Verse 5
C
C
Db5
Db5
foot three
and like Mohamed Ali
C
C
Db5
Db5
Eb5
Eb5
I float like a butterfly and
F5
F5
sting like poison ivy
Db5
Db5
C
C
Db5
Db5
Drive a '69 Lincoln, suicide doors
Eb5
Eb5
F5
F5
Around the town, I'm slinking fat subs of
Eb5
Eb5
Db5
Db5
course We're the greatest show on earth
You know we turn it out daily
Eb5
Eb5
Db5
Db5
In and out of town like Barnum and Bailey
Eb5
Eb5
Db5
Db5
I know that is a simile,
Eb5
Eb5
Db5
Db5
but I couldn't resist From Solomon Roadie for the PJ's
I don't think he'll be pissed
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Eb5
Db5
Db5
I eat a Cobb salad, smoked fish,
Eb5
Eb5
duck, or clam chowder
Db5
Db5
Chill with Indica and Guinness
Steer clear of white powder
Eb5
Eb5
Db5
Db5
I run into my brother,
give him a pound and a yodel
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Eb5
Db5
Db5
They know my word is bond,
Db
Db
B
B
talkin' bout the brodels
Verse 6
Db5
Db5
Eb5
Eb5
The brodels is the nazz,
Db5
Db5
Fm
Fm
Bbm
Bbm
Bb5
Bb5
C
C
and the nazz knows where it's at
B
B
Eb5
Eb5
The brodels is the nazz,
Db5
Db5
F5
F5
Eb5
Eb5
Db5
Db5
C
C
who knows a cat who can feed a cat
B
B
Db5
Db5
The goal is to be a poet
Eb5
Eb5
Db5
Db5
and a carpenter
Fm
Fm
Bbm
Bbm
To be one who loves,
Bb5
Bb5
Bbm
Bbm
C
C
C5
C5
to be one who works
B
B
Db5
Db5
The nazz not something
Eb5
Eb5
Db5
Db5
that can be given
C
C
Db5
Db5
The brodel is inside you
Bbm
Bbm
C
C
Ab5
Ab5
it comes from within
G5
G5
And we're
Verse 7
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F5
fresh, dude,
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F
just check my man P
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F5
G5
G5
F5
F5
He said, "I will not muddle my
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G5
mind with impertinency"
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F
G5
G5
Lost a lot in Vegas, plays a lot of Sega
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F
G5
G5
F
F
F5
F5
Ab5
Ab5
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Saw a phrase that he likes and put it on his leg And
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G5
F
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G5
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we're fresh dude just check my man D he said
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G5
F
F
Com in' in ruff and tuff,
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F5
G5
G5
all systems are tweakin'
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F
G5
G5
F
F
People all over the world,
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G5
they must be thinkin'
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F
G5
G5
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F
All the shit that we kickin',
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G5
Ab5
Ab5
our shoes must be stinkin'
Ab5
Ab5
G5
G5
F
F
G5
G5

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