Intro Step Right Up chords by Sal Capone
Verse 1
Em
Damn fool. What's up?
My fucking shit's pounding. Sad.
Fuck it, we gotta handle
them fools anyways.
Let's do this.
C'mon, let's do this.
What's up homie, man?
I heard you dropped that fool's
soccer ball, dawg.
That's right, big dawg.
F#m
That fool had it coming, dawg.
Em
That's right, fuck that fool, homie.
F#m
Em
B
Fuck you, Wesson.
Em
F#m
Em
B
Em
F#
B
F#m
Em
B
Em
B
Em
F#m
Em
B
What is that,
Em
that's the sound of a weapon
F#m
when it goes clack,
Em
B
Em
get shot first, fuck that,
F#m
The last fool got a hole in his hat
Em
Cause in these days even the
strong don't survive
F#m
Em
You best change up, recognize
You can't be something
B
Em
if you ain't doing nothing
F#m
Woofing, tell a story, bluffing
Em
Those kind get hit with an iron
F#m
Most of the time, they're expired
Em
B
Em
You gon' bang, then be a gangsta
Take it all, play the role
B
It's not for you, then uh, let it go
F#m
Em
You might get led, maybe Fierro
A lot of cats be playing the same juego
They get touched, ooh,
there goes the devil
B
You better hit the ground,
Em
when it goes down
F#m
This is how it sounds
Em
When I'm goin' through your town,
I'm loadin' up a round
I'm aiming at ya
If I'm rollin' with the crowd,
it's a lot of gettin' slapped
F#m
Homie, I'm a
Em
If you're dead,
homie's found with his head on the ground
You shoulda had a
Motherfuckers get hit,
Am
it ain't shit to a boss SD to LA,
Em
my point gets across
When we match through the streets
of that C .A .L.
Hellafied, gangstafied,
that's chronic you smell
I tell my foes how it is
B
Em
Ain't no muthafucka
breathin' out there
Who could fuck with this?
We all suspects,
B
runnin' from the law you see
Em
From Wap Town, San Diego to the S .G .V.
Let it be what it is,
B
from my gangstas only
Em
If you ain't sportin' blue
then you ain't my homie
Got parolees that are dyin'
B
Em
to go back to the pen
Level 4 muthafuckas runnin'
shit from the ends
It's all gangsta,
B
F#m
recognize game muthafucka
Em
Soccer ponies,
F#m
shadow on a track, motherfucker
Em
So if you got beef,
please let it be known
That squeeze first lap,
that's gon' get your
F#m
Em
motherfuckin' chest blown
You better hit the ground,
when it goes down
F#m
This is how it sounds
Em
When I'm goin' through your town,
I'm rollin' up around
I'm aiming at ya
If I'm rollin' with a crowd,
somebody get slapped
Call me, I'ma
F#m
Em
If you're dead, oh, he's found
with his head on the ground
You shoulda had a
B
Em
Another youngster ready, lockdown,
F#m
the rats free, what now?
Em
B
Em
Real riders will always catch wind,
F#m
Em
when he's slipping, give him five, ten
B
Em
It ain't fun if the homie can't get none,
G -Pride, great black, white
It don't matter, watch em all scatter,
hear em whistle
F#m
Em
If they miss you, get hit,
B
Em
E -S -S, slap, hollow pointed
Heavy rush, get a grip, step off,
poke bun in his lip
Make it real hard for him to spit,
F#m
better get in the bag zip
Em
So long, Arrivederci, oh well,
F#m
Em
he should've played the game fairly
You better hit the ground,
when it goes down,
F#m
this is how it sounds
Em
When I'm going through your town,
I'm loading up a round, I'm aiming at ya
If I'm rollin' with a crowd,
somebody get slapped,
F#m
homie, I'ma
Em
C
If you're dead, homie's bound with his head on the ground,
Em
you shoulda had a
You better hit the ground,
when it goes down,
F#m
this is how it sounds
Em
When I'm goin' through your town,
I'm loadin' up a round, I'm aiming at ya
If I'm rollin' with a crowd,
somebody get slapped,
F#m
homie, I'ma
Em
If he did, oh,
he's bound with his head on the ground,
Outro 1
he shoulda had a gun
Em
B
Em
F#m
Em
B
Em
F#m
Em
B
Em
Intro Step Right Up
Sal Capone
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