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Compton 4 life chords by Comptons most wanted

  • Em

  • Bm

    2
  • D

  • E

  • Fm

  • C

  • F

  • G

  • Bb

Intro 1
Em
Verse 1
Bm
It's the city of jackers,
Em
swindlers, pimps and hoes,
D
and niggas that bang and slang
E
Em
in kilo's.
E
Em
Where the rule is 'fool we
E
don't play that'
Bm
Bomb to your muther
Em
E
fucking lip, watch it get fat.
Bm
D
4 deep in a car on a mission.
Em
Load up the glock and watch
D
Em
it start spittin'.
Bm
Em
Nobody understands
E
the gang mentality.
Em
I don't give a fuck, just want to
see some casualties.
Bm
Em
And we'll beat your ass down
with the quickness.
Bm
Busters know that they
D
E
can't get with this.
Bm
Put the sweat down on a
E
fool at the bus stop.
Fm
Wrong set,
Em
wrong move get smoothe popped.
Bm
Em
Gots to make our money on the corner.
C
Try to sqeeze, nigga please,
D
E
Bm
a straight gonner.
Em
Survival of the fittest with a gun
F
Em
or a knife.
G
Bm
Bb
Bm
Em
Geah, cause its
Bb
G
Bm
Em
Bb
Compton 4 Life.
Em
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Verse 2
Bm
D
more 'Drive- by Miss Daisy',
Bm
Its for the hood and nigga,
E
we straight crazy.
Bm
D
Em
Fools can't cope when we belling.
Bm
E
Throw up your hood cause its
Em
E
Compton we yelling.
Bm
D
Still selling that yayo, oh know.
Bm
Watch out for the tape
D
E
that's made by 5- 0.
Bm
D
E
Look into the eyes of the 12 gauge barrel.
F
My t- shirt and khaki's with house
Em
shoes is the apparel.
E
Just call me a nigga with a problem.
Better yet a trouble shooter cause
F
Em
I'm a shoot the enemy
when I see the white of his eyes.
You'll have a funeral every night cause
on of your homies dies.
Bm
Geah, It don't mean nothing
E
to us. Ready to buss
Em
A thousand mutherfuckers and we
E
kick up much dust.
Bm
Another dead,
Em
chalk up one for the hood tonight.
Fm
Geah right, nigga,
Em
G
Em
cause its Compton 4 Life.
Verse 3
Bm
E
Em
Its the city where everybodies in prison.
E
Em
E
C
Niggas keep taking shit,
Em
E
cause ain't nobody given.
Bm
Em
So another punk fool I must beat.
E
Bm
Learned the tricks of the trade
Em
E
from the street.
Bm
Anxious to put the jack down.
D
E
Ready and willing.
Bm
Em
E
One more Compton driveby killing.
Bm
One more nigga that got jacked
Em
D
Em
E
cause he's a dummy.
Em
One more fool that got
smoked for the money.
Bm
And we got evil ass bitches,
D
E
just like witches.
Em
Bm
Got to keep the hoes because
D
they set up snitches.
E
Bm
Niggas run off at the mouth
D
here goes the nine.
E
Bm
Peel your cap if you want
E
to drop the dime.
Bm
Go to jail, hell might as
D
well. Be off with the
C
D
Em
E
head so I bail from the police officer.
Bm
D
Em
Cause if I surrender from the fight.
E
Em
It won't be no more Compton 4 Life. Geah!
Outro 1
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