Brownside Ridaz chords by Profile

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Verse 1
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It's like, damn, what we got here?
Mr. Mad Dog got these fools in fear
We now collaborate,
rhymes penetrate
Through smart clip, we eliminate
Dm 
Bustas, suckas, ruckas, we got it 9   mil,
F 
ya feel it, who shot it?
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Big Dog, perro loco
Dm 
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Oxnard, chicas, rollin' solo
It's like that when we catch you slippin'
It's like that when the big
dog's slippin'
Dm 
I'm bellin', I'm shovin' Hunthas cuff,
F 
but Chucks still scuffin'
Am 
F 
Click clack, step back and buck
Dm 
Fool got stuck,
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Am 
big dawg don't give a fuck
F 
No fakin', fool is real
Mad dog loadin' up, I'm not nil
Am 
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Roundside riders
as we check down our hit list
Takin' care of business,
Dm 
give us the mic
F 
And we'll show you we can rip this
J -O -S -E, mad dog in profile
Am 
F 
Panda and clean, that's the 805 style
Can't fuck with us,
cause we got the gangsta sound
Mr. Clean be the name,
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representin' playground
F 
Y  'all need to watch out,
Dm 
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cause we headed to your town
Am 
Dm 
Five brown riders just roaming around
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Dm 
F 
All locked out just smoking a pound
Am 
How you like us now?
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This is how we ride
Dm 
This is how we roll
F 
If you don't like us now
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F 
just let the trigger go
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Dm 
It's time to rock
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I'm a I'm a ninja, I'm I'm a ninja, I'm a
Am 
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Fly with the best, come and test the rest
Dm 
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Brown side riders overcoming the rest
Am 
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As I ride, slide, haters tryna hide
Dm 
When they see us mobbin' deep,
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ridin' side to side
Cause we be mobbin' them streets
like we just don't give a fuck
Dm 
Tryna test my luck,
F 
watchin' them all duck
Am 
F 
Smiling with a grin,
mama face, havin' fun
One puff, two puff, then I'm done
Am 
F 
It's just a little taste of the 9mm gun
Dm 
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Let me keep it real, I'll shoot you too, kid
Am 
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Take all your fatty out, do it for the three
Dm 
You can't fuck with us,
F 
we're brown sight things
like a wolf pack
Am 
We're dan gerous,
F 
Dm 
we're bitches mad dog in that vato shade
F 
My homie Profile sharpening up his blade,
with wicked panel and my homie clean
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I'm that fucking cuervo that muerte brings,
Dm 
F 
in the middle of the night
I'm the one who sings
Am 
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I'm the mass murderer,
in your fucking dreams
Dm 
I'll make you scream
F 
And watch yourself,
this denny combination is bad for your
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health
F 
Am 
F 
Round to down with a gangster twist
Straight up out that 1, 2,
Bm 
F 
Try to diss and you're getting checked
Lay your ass out on the
motherfucking deck
Am 
F 
What the fuck do you think this is?
You hate me so much
you wanna cut your wrist
Bm 
F 
Damn, what a motherfuckin' trick
Open up wide and get a taste of the clique
Am 
F 
You thought self -confidence
tapes would work
And give you the balls to creep,
Bm 
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well right Luke Charlie, you better think again
Dm 
Before you fuck with these
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crazy ass Mexicans
How do we do what we do?
Step to Mr. Paddock
and your ass is through
Bm 
Am 
F 
Try to clown and you'll get found
With your dick taped up
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to your motherfuckin' mouth
Am 
It's time to rock
I'm a bitch, I'm in trouble,
F 
I'm a bitch, I'm in trouble