Gangsta Touch chords by San Quinn

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Verse 1
Am
Sam
Quinn, n***a
Jay
Ryder
Yeah, yeah, yeah
F
You don't wanna fuck with
Fat
C
Boss, n***a
Am
I get to clappin', y 'all,
I pass them rocks like basketball
F
C
Know the boy blastin' off,
Am
coal in them raps is raw
I'm upstairs and I'm rappin' that raw
F
C
I was born in the ghetto
Am
With them gunshots for echo
And them lil' niggas fightin'
and wrestlin'
F
C
Learn young and it's real shit
Am
Ain't a thing for gangs
You get tossed in that freezer, man
F
End up bleedin', man
C
Am
With that heat, I mean
I heat em' up like fever, man
F
I was sleep, now I'm woke
C
Am
I'd rather go in a cloud
of smoke
Than bein' down and broke
C
Headed to the town, I'm choked
Am
Down to a pound of smoke
My dream to reach
a thousand pounds of coke
F
C
Till then
Am
I'm on the block with
Gwen, ready for war when I cock the ten,
mothafucka
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C
Am
It ain't no changin' us, drugs,
dope money ain't a thing to us
F
C
We can dip, take a ride,
Am
switch slangs with us
Get a feel of this gangsta
touch and talk to me now
F
C
Am
It ain't no changin' us, drugs,
dope money ain't a thing to us
F
We can dip, take a ride,
C
Am
switch slangs with us
Get a feel of this gangsta touch
F
C
It's time, it's time, it's time,
Am
it's time to make the world surrender
The only room for the ride is in
a couple of trio niggas
Like
F
Fats
C
Am
Boss, hats off, game recognize game
F
Every lane best back off I'm out
C
the trees like the apes
Am
They never see my face
Spit like a hitman
F
I never leave my trace
C
Am
Shut you down like that 46 de fense
I want my name with that 40
kick prefix
F
C
Thousand gun arsenal
Am
China man machete spit
Come along, rip apart your flow
F
You know my bars is three
C
Am
The potholes in the road
I slap the leprechaun and take
the pot of gold
F
C
I said I lock and load, cock back,
Am
rock your throat
Rock your waist, knock your babes,
F
she walk the blade
C
Am
Got a glimpse, wanna test my strength,
get popped like a bottle of crisp
F
C
Got everybody followin' this,
Am
poppin' they collin' shit
Sprinklin' niggas and doggin'
their bits I'm like a
Tom
C
Am
Capone beat, a knock for life
And
I'ma rock the world as I rock the mic
F
C
Am
It ain't no changin' us, drugs,
dope money ain't a thing to us
F
C
We can dip, take a ride,
Am
switch lanes with us
Get a feel of this gangsta touch
F
Talk to me now,
C
Am
it ain't no changin' us
Drugs, dope money, ain't a thing to us
F
C
We can dip, take a ride,
Am
switch slangs with us
Get a feel of this gangsta touch
F
When I go, I'm goin' blastin'
C
Am
A young killin' assassin
My shots that'll start the action
F
We're willin' and mashin'
C
Am
Me and
J .R .R .I I said,
Quinn, give it to him again
F
C
No friends, only fam with me
Am
No square in the image gonna
come along and damage me
This
California conquerin' every coast
F
Am
Fats boss, come along once
again and boast
F
C
We come from slums an d bums
Am
Busts when it comes to guns
Dope fiends smokin' burn
they thumbs
They can't turn us from
This real thug life we lead
F
Motherfucker gotta stay on the run
You know, a lot of people
C
Am
hatin' the queen
Cause I'm dangerous on papers and pens
F
Do you really want that drama?
C
Am
I come spread to men
Why you wanna play with the end?
We be
F
VIP
C
Am
Sit crisp like it's free
Tellin' this bad bitch
Ben
Aki
F
C
Man, we pulls up on them
Am
Gucci seats
Not near one of them wanna fool with me
Talk to me
F
C
Am
A hundred rounds of slow them rolls
Steal them soul, I must maintain control
C
Get on ya, fold ya like a blanket
Am
Mama shoulda told ya not to play
with them gang gang
F
C
Am
It ain't no changin' us
Crust, dope money ain't a thing to us
F
We can dip, take a ride,
C
Am
switch slangs with us
Get a feel of this gangsta touch
So talk to me now
F
C
Am
It ain't no changin' us, drugs,
dope money ain't a thing to us
F
We can dip, take a ride,
C
Am
switch slangs with us
Get a feel of this gangsta touch, yeah,
F
C
Am
uh
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C
Am
F
C
Am
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C
Am
Thank you for
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Am
watching!
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