Key: F minor
Verse 1
Eb
Gm
West Coast is ours homeboy,
F
Gm
Southside style, don't get it twisted,
Dm
huh, we ain't fuckin around,
Gm
ready to bang on the fools,
who want some,
we run the West Coast,
F
Gm
let's rap motherfuckers
Shit comes to me,
Dm
don't have a name, name
Gm
What's up to that motherfuckers,
ready to ride on my enemies
The fool that caught the pony
F
from the SGB
Gm
All my haters and players,
better smoke me, I quit
Dm
Fully automatic,
Eb
Dm
packin' all kinds of clips
Gm
Holo tips, magazine, holopoints,
anything that buzz
Motherfuckin' shit, I don't like
F
Gm
when this cyclone runs up
Ain't gas we trust,
but who wants to stare
Dm
Eb
I'm the West Coast most wanted,
Gm
I don't need your respect
Can't shake my opposition
when I'm glidin' and ridin'
F
Profilin' in my 82,
motherfuckers stay true
Gm
Proud and true, on the avenue,
lettin' you know
Eb
I'm the hardest on the regardless,
Gm
with blow for blow
Rock the show, rock the stage,
rock the mic
Don't believe the hype
F
when rappers say that they're tight
Gm
On Barco bikes, do the gangsta,
get the Bozak
Dm
Callin' out the gang,
Gm
you motherfuckers, stay wack
We just wanna tell you that
F
this ain't no game
Gm
And we brought our ammunition
Dm
cause we're gonna bang, bang
Gm
We just wanna tell you that
this ain't no game
F
Gm
We brought our ammunition
Dm
just for you to bang, bang
Gm
Still on a mission,
till I'm the last man standing
Ain't no competition,
F
Gm
motherfuckers always keep droppin'
Keep on watchin',
rappers go out like trends
Dm
They're in one minute,
Eb
then they're straight
Dm
Gm
Gone with the wind, see ya, uh -uh
And you make me laugh
F
How you keepin' the real reality?
Level your straight wax
Gm
Biggity, biggity, biggity blast
This ain't Corrupt or Dad
Dm
Eb
This is the high power zone
Gm
And they call me Cap, Mastermind,
Lieutenant, Dictator, Southside Felon
Never tellin' when I'm bailin',
F
Gm
hailin' after Kinky Von Felon
Killin' all AMCs, enemies buried alive
In spite of my supremacy,
Eb
Dm
vigilante, straight homicide
Gm
Strategize like a general,
sergeant straight at birth
Put in the work, stay in front,
F
when it comes to the work
Gm
Regulate these bitches,
watch them die like cowards
This is the high power shit,
Eb
Gm
all the enemies devoured
We just wanna tell you that
F
this ain't no game
Gm
And we run our ammunition
Dm
cause we're gonna bang bang
Gm
We just wanna tell you that
this ain't no game
F
Gm
And we run our ammunition
Dm
cause we're gonna bang bang
Gm
This is David from Hood Times
Magazine
Capone, you awarded the hardest
on the west side
F
Gm
How do you feel about that?
Keepin' it gangster right here homie,
Eb
Gm
on the HBG side
Don't say straight gangster,
strictly for the streets
Ain't nothin' else man,
F
Gm
better recognize who's really sellin' in the West,
Dm
who's on the streets,
Eb
Dm
get that shit straight
Gm
Who's on the street?
Motherfuckers don't get
that shit straight
Blue bandana, oh my God,
F
I never change my face
Gm
Court chairs on my feet
is not just a fact
Eb
I live this shit on water,
Dm
it's not just a jam
Gm
Put it down for the homies
and the homies locked up
Send a wheeler to the pen,
F
Gm
cause I give a fuck
Threw it up for the youngsters,
never ever sellin'
Dm
Now we came to bang,
Eb
ain't on your phone,
Gm
let's get the fuck out
We just wanna tell you that
F
this ain't no game
Gm
And we brought our ammunition
Dm
cause we're gonna bang bang
Gm
We just wanna tell you that
F
this ain't no game
Gm
And we brought our ammunition
Dm
cause we're gonna bang bang
Gm
We're gonna bang bang to the top,
that's how we're going down
F
That's how Mr. Homeboy,
Gm
Mr. Capone was keeping it real
I'm letting you waffles know,
I'm letting everybody know
Dm
Eb
Dm
Essex was one of the West
Coast
Gm
Motherfuckers sleepin'
on the real shit
Southside gangsta shit, homie
F
Gm
California where the gangbang is Capital
We run the streets
Dm
Eb
We run the jails
Dm
Gm
It's all us, Essex
Shitfuckers better recognize
Wake the fuck up, all you radio
F
Punk, wake up
Gm
It's lame fuckers
Get the fuck out
Dm
Eb
Shit, we ridin' off and
Dm
we'll never be back
Gm
Without us
We used to buy that shit in the West Coast
F
It us, the homeboy, the Southside
Gm
The riders, the gangsters out here
Dm
Now the gangsters came up,
Eb
Dm
who up in size,
Gm
now it's our turn to rise
That's right, if you wanna know
what's really on the West Coast
F
Gm
Haha, take a look mothafucka,
take a look mothafucka
Haha, two zombies,
Eb
Gm
take a look mothafucka
Outro 1
Gm
F
Gm
Eb
Gm
F
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