East Bay Gangster (Reggae) chords by Spice 1
Verse 1
Am
Welcome to the ghetto,
And this is the place,
Young niggas be throwin'
They rocks up in my face
My homey G be yellin'
yo this like a holdup,
I'm pullin' my gat to
G
make
A muthafucka fold up
Am
In my Jag on my phone talkin' business,
Mac 10 to my dome Yo what is this
I'm tellin' him drop it Yo let's
box and we can go a round,
He dropped his gat I picked it up
G
and blew his ass down
Am
I know it's scandalous but a
Dm
Am
simple fuckin' dirty fact,
I'd rather hear my Uzi rat- a-
ta- ta- tat- tat
It's for protection not to kill or
break a nigga's bones,
Back to the story,
G
here's the story B the story on
Am
His guts were scattered he was
splattered up against the wall,
My homey G was on my
phone buggin' off my call
I tried to smash but I'm lookin'
at some high beams
Into the eyes of some
G
muthafuckin' dope fiend
Am
He seen me shoot him so I
shot him blew his ass off,
I shot my Uzi up in the air and
Em
Am
then I smashed off
I'm rollin' thicker than a milkshake,
G
I like to eat crab but I prefer steak
Am
I ain't no joke
muthafucka so don't play yourself,
I flip you over fry your ass
like a patty melt
And if you ever disrespect
me I'ma bank ya,
So say what up to the mothafuckin' east bay
gangsta
Verse 2
Am
Meneme forgot to use my nine 'cause
5- 0 bombed the AK,
The 187 posse robbed the bank in a way.
Legal or illegal it's the way
of the bay.
The government keep the profit
of cocaine in a way.
Me shootin' up me shootin' up
if he don't give me my pay
The niggas up on the block
send for me every day.
A thousand everyday will keep the
5- 0 away.
Just call me east bay G- A-
N- G- S- T- A
Em
Looked in my mirror
Verse 3
cose
Am
range right behind me,
Tinted windows up in the Benz 190
I ain't no dumy knew right
off he's tryin' to kill me,
If I don't smash full of
buckshot he will fill me
Hangin out the car shots scatter
D
Am
windows shatter trouble,
I'll shoot him up bathed in his blood like Mr
Bubble 187 did I do it with an AK,
Another day a nigga dead
up in the alleyway
Why did I do it, it's my pistol and I packed it,
I think they need to lock my
ass up in a straight jacket
So all you suckas listen close
to this warnin',
While I get into your ass like Charmin
Funky shit that so dope so open
your mouth up,
You ever shuck me I'ma blow your
fuckin' house up
And if you ever disrespect
me I'ma bank ya,
So say what up to the
muthafuckin' eastbay gangsta
Verse 4
Am
Gi- gi- da gi- gi- da gangsta,
Gi- gi- da gi- gi- da gangsta
kickin' the funky
Gi- gi- da gi- gi- da gi- gi- da gi gi- gi-
da gi- gi- da gangsta ? G- Nut
Because he's down with the Fac,
Lynch muthafuckas when we're
coolin' the block.
The X the L the A the are- G- E,
The murder fac 187 posse.
The E- A- Ski is with 187,
G
Am
The CMT is with 187
Verse 5
Am
Now as I'm maxin' in this muthafuckin' jail cell,
With nothin' but dried up funk to smell
I thinkin' about the times that I
ganked fools
And why I'm coolin' in these
G
fucked up county blues
Am
I've murder muthafuckas singular and in a pair,
And in the morning I'll be
Em
Am
getting the electric chair
But do I care, Yo I could give a fuck less,
G
The CIA, FBI got it in the chest
Am
Tappin' my phone calls,
wires hidden in my walls,
I had the money flowin'
smooth like Niagara Falls
The glory got so I'm considered
C
a murderous criminal,
Am
Because my bullet ate his ass like a cannibal
G
Em
Am
Before I chopped him with AK I made him say his grace,
and then I
Emptied the clip off up in his fuckin' face
His partner callin' for backup
as I was breakin' out,
Nigga refused to die,
Am
that's what I heard him shout
I hit the corner with quick
Eb
Am
C
ness because I ain't the one,
Am
To feel the fuckin' blast
Am
of a shotgun
And when they fry my ass,
I'm goin' straight Hell,
That's why I'm kickin'
G
you tales of a jail cell
Am
And if you ever disrespect
me I'ma bank ya,
So say what up to the
mothafuckin' eastbay gangsta
Verse 6
Am
Dja Mon, me gonna kick the funky
gangsta shit mon,
G
Am
Me kickin' the funky gangsta.
The gi- gi- da gi- gi- da gangsta,
Gi- gi- da- gi- gi- da- gi- gi- da- gi- gi-
da- gi- gi- da- gi- gi- da gangsta
Dja mon, mida me got E- A-
Ski in the house mon,
Me got me DJ Xtra Large mon,
We got CMT in the muthafuckin' house,
Am
Am
Dja Mon we got ? check it out!
Verse 7
Am
Me pullin' out me glock mon to
settle the ghetto job
Me kickin' the funky reggae
kickin' the funky rasta
Many people that I be meeting be calling me
C
killa gangsta then shoot up
Am
Your bitch and kick back
and smoke a blunt in the car
Am
Me fuckin' with dank me fuckin' with dank
C
it's S- P- I- see- E 1 me buckin 'em
Am
Down me buckin' 'em down
shootin' lead in his lung
Me kickin' the funky gangsta shit to
get the bitch sprung, the 187
Faculty bitch so fuck the
?
East Bay Gangster (Reggae)
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