Let's Toast chords by Az
Verse 1
Em
G
Em
G
I wanna toast,
Em
on behalf of y'all
'Cause the more we get,
G
the more we takin'
From other people, baby
Brooklyn
Em
Verse 2
G
Em
G
Em
Here's a toast to all the dons,
dope fiends and hoes
G
Long cons, diamond rings
and the kings that blow
Em
To all the killas and the hustlas, some seem,
some low
G
What the deal daddy, it's all good,
Em
get that dough
Verse 3
G
Em
'Cause a y'all, I praise clothes,
jewels and cars
G
Paid dues, been schooled
but can't remove the scars
Em
G
Boxed in, it's my life now,
Em
part of the game
G
On the streets with the hustlas, who
Em
hustle the same
Verse 4
G
Some of vein,
Em
let's toast to all the guns and the gangs
G
All the wheelchair victims and the one's
Em
with the chains
G
I'm numb to the pain,
Em
it's realness that runs through the vein
G
Becomin' sane,
so many throwin' slumb in the game
Em
So let
Verse 5
us toast to the ones in memory of
G
All the jams we remember we love
Em
G
Em
We remember we thugs,
Crips and Bloods
G
Latin Kings, Five Per centers,
Em
thieves and pimps because
Verse 6
G
Whatever makes the world go 'round,
we down
Em
And we'll react as this world go 'round,
we lounge
G
So raise your cups to the real
Em
dogs that raised the pups
G
And all the young chicks finally
Em
at that age to fuck
Verse 7
G
The razor cuts,
Em
gun wounds that laid us up
G
From the beef and all the street
Em
sweaps that made us rough
Made some suck,
some wasn't made to trust
G
Still I toast to the east coast,
Em
the stage is us
Verse 8
G
Em
Throw it up for the niggas,
that could, hold it up
G
Em
Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it up
G
The streets need it,
it's gangsta when the beats get pleaded
Sleep, eat and breath it,
Em
it's the life, love it or leave it
Verse 9
G
Em
To the playas and the
hustlas, pimps and kings
G
Rich niggas sittin' on mils
Em
with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes,
let's raise a toast
G
Show love, who could take
Em
pa per the most
Verse 10
Em
To the playas and the
hustlas, pimps and kings
G
Rich niggas sittin' on mils
Em
with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes,
let's raise a toast
G
Show love, who could take paper the most
Em
So from the
Verse 11
G
streets where
Em
the hustlin' brought us to life
G
From the beef and all the scufflin'
Em
that thought us to fight
G
The poisonous bikes,
Em
po lice gun wars in the night
G
The whores in the night,
fiends up four in the night
Bm
Gave
Verse 12
G
us new style,
Em
but some just became too foul
G
Em
Now it's two- thou', year two- thou'
G
Em
So I toast to the live that
know they broke
G
Cookin' bag they own work
and know they coke
Em
Roll
Verse 13
they smoke,
the underworld that know they lock
G
It's the life when you catch
strikes and hold no notes
Em
G
Nothin' to lose for some that's all
out for game
Em
Fued in school, show us all out in vein
Verse 14
G
Em
First chips niggas, get,
out comes the chain
G
That's it, soon his name be,
out the game
Em
G
Em
It's the life, it's like dice,
some win, some lose
G
We pay the price but it's the life
Em
that the real ones choose
Verse 15
G
Em
To the playas and the
hustlas, pimps and kings
G
Rich niggas sittin' on mils
Em
with ice in their rings
G
Em
To the bitches and the real hoes,
let's raise a toast
G
Em
Show love, who could take paper the most
Verse 16
G
To the playas and the
hustlas, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sittin' on mils
Em
with ice in their rings
G
Em
To the bitches and the real hoes,
let's raise a toast
G
Show love, who could take paper the most
Verse 17
G
Em
To the playas and the
hustlas, pimps and kings
G
Rich niggas sittin' on mils
with ice in their rings
Em
To the bitches and the real hoes,
let's raise a toast
G
Show love, who could take paper the most
Verse 18
G
Em
To the playas and the
hustlas, pimps and kings
G
Rich niggas sittin' on mils
Em
with ice in their rings
G
To the bitches and the real hoes,
let's raise a toast
Em
Show love, who could take paper the most
Verse 19
G
Em
To the playas and the
hustlas, pimps and kings
G
Rich niggas sittin' on mils
Em
with ice in their rings
G
Em
To the bitches and the real hoes,
let's raise a toast
G
Show love, who could take paper the most
Em
To
Verse 20
G
Em
the playas and the
hustlas, pimps and kings
G
Rich niggas sittin' on mils
Em
with ice in their rings
G
Em
To the bitches and the real hoes,
let's raise a toast
G
Show love, who could take paper the most
Let's Toast
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