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