Style (Peter Gunn Theme) Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em]
[D][Em]
[D]

[Verse 1]
[Em]We're
Grand[D]master
[Em]Flash![D]
[Em]We're giving you a [Dm]blast of class!
[D]Ha![Em]
[Dm]And if[D] you want [Em]to know why we're on top of the pile,
ha, ha, ha, cause we got [D]style.
Yves
[Em]Saint
Laurent,
Pierre
[D]Cardin, [Em]the
Chantlers,
Cogs, and the
[D]Carrington[Em]s.
Style's not
Gucci or
[D]Louis
Vuitton, import it [Em]straight from the
Bronx, and my [D]name's
Vaughn.
[Em]Creole with a few words that [D]light the voice,
and ar[Em]senal of rhymes is my par[D]ticular choice.
[Em]Got style and finesse, and I'm sure [D]you'll agree,
nobody [Em]ever, never, ever rhymes [D]quite
like [Em]me.[D]
[Em]We're
Grand[D]master
[Em]Flash
[D]We're [Em]givin' you a
[Dm]blast [D]of class[Em]
[Dm]And [Em]if you wanna know why
we're on top of the pile
Cause we got [D]style[Em]
I [D]don't play, call me the [Em]mystical,
the magical, but [D]sure, ok
[Em]The young man supreme, I got
[D]Sawa fan
And you can [Em]come into my
world [D]if you dare
[Em]Raheem, the lady dream,
is my claim to fame
Strictly emphasizing I pos[D]sess true game
[Em]Got stallions all around me,
like drapes [D]on a wall
Responding [Em]to my slightest whim when I'm
[D]picking [Em]a call[D][Em]
We're
[D]Grandmaster
Flash
[Em]We'r[D]e givi[Em]n' you a blast of [Dm]class[D]
[Em]And [Dm]if yo[Em]u[Dm][Em]
wanna know
why we're on top of the pile
Ha ha ha, cause we got [D]style,
[Em]diggity[D][Em]
[D][Em]
[D][Em][D][Em]
[D][Em]
[D][Em]
[D][Em]
We're
[D]Grandmaster
Flash
[Em]We'r[D]e givi[Em]n' you a blast,[Dm]
[D]so class, [Em]huh!
[Dm]
And if you [Em]wanna know why
we're on top of the pile
Ha, ha, ha, cause we got style
[D]Nick, he's lov[Em]in' love,
and if you [D]have any doubt
Come [Em]try your luck,
and it'll [D]take you right out
He's [Em]makin' the moves others
[D]never thought of
Runnin' [Em]up the floors [D]in
all the nightclubs
Before
Instagram [Em]has to flash,
[D]everybody knows
He's a [Em]trail of destruction
wherever [D]he goes
[Em]Got a style like a young
jock's [D]never seen
Don't deny, [Em]and it's full of dippin' boys and [D]friends,
so turn it green
[Em]Ding, dong, sound off
[D]Ding, sound off
Ding, sound [Em]off[D][Em]
We're
Grand[D]master
[Em]Flash![D]
[Em]We're giving you a [D]blast, subclass!
[Em]And [Dm]if yo[D]u wanna[Em] know why
we're on [D]top of [Em]the pile,
Cause we got style
[D]And you're a p[Em]oor excuse of [D]a
MC
[Em]Frontin' on a stage tryin' to [D]be like me
You said [Em]you had style,
you thought [D]you had grace
But you [Em]wouldn't know class
if it [D]hit you in the face
Sayin' [Em]raggedy rhymes
out [D]your big mouth
Talk[Em]in' real loud but noth
[D]in's comin' out
Say[Em]in' how I get you
all [D]all the time
[Em]Knowin' all the rhymes that you're
[D]sayin' are mine
Your pathet[Em]ic look and
your [D]clown sound
[Em]It's like you got the style
from the [D]lost and found
Our [Em]unique looks shows [D]we got taste
You can't [Em]help but stare when
we walk [D]in the plate
Make [Em]no mistake,
we possess [D]what it takes
To tear the [Em]roof off the place
and make [D]the crowd praise
[Em]So just relax, cause it's [D]a shootout fact
[Em]The reason we got style is
cause we [D]got it like that
C'mon!
Thank you.