Come To The City chords by Foreign Legion
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Verse 1
I'm (E minor) to the city, I'm to the city,
I'm to the city, I'm to the city,
I'm to the city
You have now dialed into the
Legionnaire Travel Services
I don't care where you are on the map,
where you live
I'm from a place called Holton,
California
Where we do things a little bit different
So forget what you heard,
forget what you saw
Let me explain a couple things to you
I'm from the city of dope
where too short gets quoted
And half our future leaders,
they can't even vote, kid
Where the yadda yadda yadda
white teases don't be popular
Crack ants is where black
panties used to live
Young heads go from hammer bars
to having handlebars
To trying to handle bars
if they can't be sports stars
Little monkey niggas growing
to gorillas
Sideshow whipping to court
dates tipping
Underage dreads are the
pros at probation
They blow the Caledonia
in obvious locations
We hit the fence with a task on the block
Learn to pass the rock or learn
to blast the clock
Where every different turf
is repped by an OG
Here the cops go, right after we go
This is the town I'd never switch
Cause we've got five on it, bitch
I really don't know where to begin
You gotta know the ins and outs
before you get in
We take no prisoners
In the wrong part of town
trying to lay law down
I really don't know (A major) where to begin,
(E minor) you gotta know the ins and outs
before you get in
We take no prisoners
to the wrong part of town,
tryna lay low now
Never speaking to my neighbors
until I need a favor
I lock myself out,
can you please open the gate up?
It's hard to cope being dystopian,
this broke man ate sandwiches
My shampoo is bar soap,
apartment's just a little
bigger than my body is
I'm stressed out, lack of space
is what causes this
Temper shorter than a bus
full of retards
Coffee and cigarette breaks
are how I'll recharge
People packed in like rats and roaches
Acting hopeless, backward focused
But them city streets are
packed with doldness
Fuel for your fire,
break you out of your shell
Well, free your mind up out of your cell
Like a gazelle and get more out of yourself
You can't have the white
without the black keys
It ain't always happy,
but got a city living cousin, that's me
I really don't know (A major) where to begin
(E minor) You gotta know the ins and outs
before you get in
We take no prisoners
In the wrong part of town,
tryna lay law down
I really don't know where to begin
You gotta know the ins and outs
before you get in
We take no prisoners
In the wrong part of town,
tryna lay law down
Do you know the way to San Jose?
I was born there
Moved to Seattle for a minute,
learned the flow there
Came up in Oakland,
only four miles from San Fran
It's like the difference from
Soul Train to Bandstand
Pimps pimping hoes in and out of cars
Giving brains on the side of the road
I call that street smarts
Miss my weed cart, prescription cannabis
I'm trying to make it in the music biz
down in Los Angeles
It ain't all glamorous,
it's humbling and hazardous
Dirty cops,
dirty ass scumbag managers
Taking advantage of the weaker individual
If crime didn't pay,
there wouldn't be so many criminals
He wanna be a rap star,
got his chain stole
Wanna be an actress
and she ended up on Bang Bros
Girls on her back, casting couch,
staring at the glass ceiling
Better grow some thickest skin,
girl, this is city living
Players are just sitting, driving, because
Young girls broken isn't (A major) what I'm living (E minor) on
I -I -I -I -I
really don't know where to begin
You gotta know in -yets and outs
before you get in
We -we -we -we take no prisoners
In the wrong part of town,
trying to lay law down
I -I -I -I -I -I
really don't know where to begin
You gotta know the ins
and outs before you get in
We take no prisoners
We're in the wrong part of town,
tryna lay law down
Welcome (F sharp minor) to (F minor) the city (C minor)
(B major) Burn (B flat major) that mop, put it up in the air (C sharp major) (G sharp major) (B flat minor) (G sharp major) (B flatsus4)
(Fsus4)
(G minor)
(D flat major) (B flat minor) (B flatsus4)
(F minor) (Fsus4) (G minor)
(A flat major) (D flat major) (A flat major)
(B flat minor) That's (B flatsus4) I put a duck in (B flat major) the egg
That's (Fsus4) (G minor) why I
put a duck in the egg
Burn (A flat major) that mop,
put (D flat major) it up in the (A flat major) air (B flatsus4)
Burn (F minor) that (B flat major) mop, put it (Fsus4) up in the air (G minor)
(A flat major) (D flat major) (A flat major)
(B flat major) (B flatsus4) (B flat major) (Fsus4)
(G minor)
Burn that mop, put it up in the air you
Come To The City
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