Smooth Operator Chords by Bleu Vandross

[Start]

[Intro]
Gm7 Am                                     
■   Came a long way from that block I swear
     Dm                                 Fmaj7
Came a long way from that block I swear ■    


[Chorus]
       Gm7                                          
Came a long way from that block I swear to God I did
Am                                              
It's a long road to the top I gotta feed my kids
   Dm                                           
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did
   Fmaj7             Am                         
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did
G7    G              
I got too many haters
       C                          
I make moves I'm a smooth operator
Dm                   
I got too many haters
   F                                            
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did


[Verse]
G                          G7      
I heard niggas plottin' on my chain
                   C                                        
Got a rocket on me now you play some games I bust your brain
                   Dm                                        
All this dope that we distribute keep one eye in the rearview
                     Dm                                          
We can't let a nigga scare you cock it back and make 'em feel you
Dm                G                  
Them bullets they flyin' like birdies
                 G             
I'm sweatin' I'm cookin' a bird
           C                 
My trap do numbers like nerds
          C                
I get you killed for a word
Dm               
Fivek for a verse
Dm                                        
I'm poppin' like gasket see you in traffic
          Fmaj7                            
I get the plaques then you get to panicking
      Fmaj7                               
I got that work I'm part of the management
  Gm7                      G7        
I got a problem for buyin' that Louis
        G7                           
I got a problem for buyin' that Gucci
       C                                    
We got that raw on the plate like it's sushi
               C                           
The MAC or the Glock whatever that suit you
        Dm                                        
I ain't gon' hug you lil' bitch I'm gon' shoot you
             Dm                        
Don't pick a side you better be neutral
             F                         
They want me dead the feeling is mutual
          F                                 
They want me dead the feeling is mutual yeah
     Gm7                                            
Came a long way from that block I swear to God I did
     C                                          
It's a long road to the top I gotta feed my kids
   Dm                                           
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did
       Fmaj7                                    
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did


[Chorus]
Gsus4          G7    
I got too many haters
       C                          
I make moves I'm a smooth operator
Dm                   
I got too many haters
F                    Fmaj7                      
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did


[Verse]
G                                
The shit I can show you unlimited
       G                                    
I'm in Chicago this shit can get treachorous
          C                               
Gave me a pack and they told me deliver it
                                      Dm     
If it don't make it this shit can get serious
                                       F      
I slept on the couch with the rats and roaches
Fmaj7                                     G      
Gotta watch your friends the one's that's closest


[Chorus]
                                       C   
Can't give me advice if you don't know shit
                            Dm 
If I got a gun he got a gun too
                                       F 
Kept his mouth closed when he supposed to
                                    G   
We done went global shout out Young Bleu
C                                                      
Big ol' nasty nigga came a long way from rags to riches
Dm                             
Hit me a lick my bags is bigger
Fmaj7                C                        
Gave me a bag turned up with this fashion yeah


[Verse]
     Gsus4                G7                        
Came a long way from that block I swear to God I did
     C                                          
It's a long road to the top I gotta feed my kids
   Dm                                           
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did
   F                                  Fmaj7     
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did


[Chorus]
G7                   
I got too many haters
       C                          
I make moves I'm a smooth operator
Dm                   
I got too many haters
   Fmaj7                                        
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did


[Verse]
          G7                              
This shit expensive I'm rockin' lil' nigga
          G7                             
This shit Givenchy I'm rockin' lil' nigga
           C                                            
I stood at the top on the block with a rocket lil' nigga
    C                          
Got me feeling cocky lil' nigga
         D7                             
I had to step on 'em I had to rep on 'em
                                               D7  
They say I changed they say I went left on 'em yeah
F                    
I don't remember that
            F                                 
Pay for the dope I don't pay for that kittycat
                 G                                 
Six chains nigga know I don't fuck with you how you
G7                              C  
How you gangster I grew up with you
              C                        
I'm the nigga poppin' on the backstreet
               C                
Keep it in the street don't @ me
D7                                   
I'ma have you runnin' like an athlete
D7                                            
You ain't never heard Bleu over some rap beats
F                                                 
My shit don't make it there I had to take it there
                                   G7          
I had to take a left just like I'm racin' there


[Chorus]
            G7                       
I hop out a foreign I hop out a sport
              C                     
You call it a pistol I call it a toy
      C                                   
I was fourteen when I hopped off the porch
      Dm                                
I was fifteen when I first went to court
              Dm                         
I fucked your bitch at the spa and resort
            F                    Fmaj7    
Dope in the whip and I'm dodging the narcs
             Fmaj7                          
They want to beef I show up with a farm yeah


[Outro]
F Am C Dm Fmaj7 Gsus4 C
■ ■  ■ ■  ■     ■     ■


[End]