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Food For Funk easy guitar chords by Common
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Guitar
Tuning
E A D G B E
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No capo
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Capo
Abm
E
Abm
E
Verse 1
What,
yo,
yo, yo,
yo, yo
Yo,
yo
yo yo,
yo,
yo,
yo,
yo
Check
it,
yo
You say
a one
for
the trouble,
two
for
the time
Come
on
y'all,
let's
rock
that,
uh
(I can feel
the
funk) (I can feel
the
funk) (I can
feel
the funk) (I can
feel
the funk)
Check it
Verse 2
I come
to grips
with
mics
I come
to grips
that a lot
of mic
users
is
dikes
I come
to grips
with the likes
of Fred
Hampton
Cold,
so
I'm lampin',
with no
need
for spotlight
When
I got
light like
an intersection,
you talk
But you
came to
my town
with
protection
Election
year, had
the block
hot
I scream
fuck the
world
for having
a
baby
girl sorta
cock
block
I write
rhymes
like I
come from
the windy
city
With
my crew,
I click
like simply,
stand
midi
with reality
Casually,
I walk
through
these war
games
Some claim
say
but
then they
take on
whore names
If
that's
the way your
sex
drives,
stay
in your lane
If
you're a man,
I can't
tell
like
if the
door
rang now
Verse 3
Now, to
the ladies
in
the house
when
you come
in the
place
It ain't
a bunch
of niggas
all
up
in your
face
The music
is
thumpin'
and
you're feelin'
the
bass
What
you
want
to
do girl (wanna shout)
To the brothas when
you come
in a jam,
it ain't
a bunch
of niggas
It ain't
high
tech
and ain't
got free
liquor
You jackin his
name and
stick
to make
you jones
get
thicker
What
you want
to do
man?
Yo,
check
it
Verse 4
Some
niggas
be
on the mic,
sounding
like dikes
Allow
me
to get
on and
bust
like Spike
(uh)
Lee,
I'm in
the majors
with no
rotation
Through stations
of bullshit,
I
see
through like
a pager
In
the age
of
Aquarius,
various
things
Is
gonna carry
us in intellect
and what
have
you
Street
astrologists
interpret
point
stars
and half
moons
Then
end up
on garages
or walls
in bathrooms
Every
black
moon,
a rap
tune
move
me
The
rap
sun,
I
rain
more than
Rudy, that
unruly
shit
is
played
It don't
stop
It's
time to
get it, get
it made
I got
my mind
made up
like Foxy
Brown's
face
I
know how
the underground
tastes
I
want a crib
from
the ground
up,
rooms spin
at
a round
pace
Get down
based
on true
story,
through Corey,
came
close
to the teachers
Colder
as the
Iceman,
posted
before
it
start wrinklin'
Linkin'
with
cats,
who don't
react
to change
in
the years
Fulfill
prophesies
in rooms
full of
emptiness,
now
Verse 5
Now, to
the ladies
in
the house
when
you come
in the
place
It ain't
a bunch
of niggas
all up
in your
face
The music
is
thumpin'
and
you're feelin'
the
bass
What
you want
to do
girl
(wanna shout)
To
the
brothas when
you come
in a jam,
it ain't
a bunch
of
niggas
It ain't
high
tech
and ain't
got free
liquor
You
jackin'
his
name
and stick
to make
you jones
get
thicker
What
you want
to do
man?
Verse 6
(I can
feel
the funk) (I can
feel
the funk) (I can
feel
the
funk) (I can
feel
the funk)
(I can feel
the funk) (I can
feel
the funk) (I can
feel
the funk) (I can feel
the funk)
Yo,
yo,
yo yo
yo yo yo, yo
check it, check
it
Verse 7
I
came
through
the corridor,
with
the aura
Raw
Chicago
mora,
scope
the
horror
Read
between
the lines
and
know the
border
Some
pop
wines
for juice,
I wait
in the water
Waitin'
for
you Big
Willie
niggaz to have
a show
at The
Crib
We gon' get
with
your glamour,
long
as we
know where
it is
Tell
you ain't
a player
by your
sweater
doused
with wack
feather
The crib
got the gangsta
playa shit
patent
like
black leather
I rap
better
than
you,
you,
or maybe
him
But I
am like
a tree
and every
lyric
is
a
timb
Spilled
brews and
greasy
foods
got my
car smelly
Some be
so
high, they believe
they
fly like
R. Kelly
But
then they fall
off,
dusted
niggas
is gettin'
sawed
off
They fall
soft,
my
mental lift
is for
me to
haul off
Verse 8
Now, to the
ladies in
the house
when
you come
in the place
It ain't
a bunch
of niggas
all
up
in your
face
The music
is
thumpin'
and
you're feelin'
the
bass
What
you
want to do
girl
(wanna shout)
To
the
brothas when
you come
in a jam,
it ain't
a bunch
of niggas
It ain't
high
tech
and ain't
got free
liquor
You jackin'
his
name
and stick
to make
you jones
get
thicker
What
you want
to do man?
Verse 9
(I can feel
the funk) (I can feel
the funk) (I can
feel
the funk) (I can feel
the funk)
(Makes me want
to shout,
want
to shout)
(I can feel
the funk) (I can feel
the
funk) (I can feel
the funk) (I can
feel
the funk)
(Makes me want
to shout,
want
to shout)
(I can feel
the funk) (I can feel
the funk) (I can
feel
the funk) (I can feel
the funk)
(Makes me want
to shout,
want
to shout)
(I can feel
the funk) (I can feel
the funk) (I can
feel
the funk) (I can feel
the
funk)
(Makes me want
to shout,
want
to shout)
(I can feel
the funk) (I can
feel the funk) (I can
feel
the funk) (I can feel
the funk)
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