Neighborhood Supa Starz chords by The Game
Verse 1
F
Am
You can catch five,
but catch me in a CL5
F
Em
Whatever way dawg,
the game get live
Am
Dm
Am
Keepin' it gangsta in the PD, 50 below
Late night, I'm in Dublin's
and I got myself a four
The hood love me, hood raps gotta hug me
F
Em
Pop X, spark the bubba, shit get ugly
Am
Rock the mic anywhere,
and I ain't talkin' bout
a concert dawg
F
Am
Talkin' bout ten niggas
Em
in Converse dawg
Am
Get it crackin' like we out in the yard
Em
And the warden's watchin',
Am
Em
only difference is the whores
Am
is watchin' skills,
C
Am
love to see a nigga roll up on 20s
F
Am
Hop in that 6 -4,
roll up on Bentley's life
I'm a gangster, babe, if I'm the CPT
Em
Run with the pound like I'm from DPG
Am
If it's beef, you see murder
like it ain't no lemon
Em
And I represent the P like
Am
Russell Simmons
I'm a neighborhood superstar
F
Em
Get it right, got it, good, okay
Am
It's the Black Sox, we get low,
we get dough
Em
And the Yate, they pimp hoes,
Am
and countin' we 6 -4
I'm a neighborhood superstar
Em
Get it right. Got it good. Okay.
Am
It's the black socks and get low
we get though and the yay
Em
They pimp hoes and count
Am
them with six bucks
I know you love to watch me
Especially when I'm looking rocky
F
Em
to trade with the broccoli
with my handles on the Kawasaki
C
Am
Handle my jewels with
the cuff in my shoes
F
Em
Heavy jacket on my elbow
Am
50 coats to choose in my neighborhood
of young Bill Gates
F
Never shuffle the cakes
Em
or cover my face and run up in a place
C
Dm
I'm a superstar thinking
Am
F
my chain glass bezel and bang
Am
80 carats on my pinky and ring
Goosebumps when you
speakin' my name
F
Cause I'm peepin' the game
Am
With Tycoon Thang
Em
A million dollar plane
C
I'm a maniac
Am
Young boy gone
F
Like a young Roy Jones
You out of my zone
Am
And ain't nobody home
In my neighborhood Purdue stores
F
Stakes is high
Em
Now we storin' through them
spaceskies
Ebm
Strap your body with them
F
F#dim
cakes and ride
F
The handle is up
F#dim
Switchin' kids
F
Hit the pedal and ride
Am
I'm a neighborhood superstar
Get it? Right
Em
Got it? Good
Okay
Am
It's the Black Sox
Get low
We get dough in the gate, they
Em
pimp hoes
Am
and countin' we six -four
I'm a neighborhood superstar,
Em
get it? Right, got it? Good, okay
Am
It's the black socks that get low
We get dough in the gate, they
Em
pimp hoes
and countin' we six -four
Am
I'm a shining star,
and I gotta hit the boulevard
And that new Jaguar,
why he moves through traffic like that?
Em
Purple Haze, Roll Rays, the OJs,
the gangsta leans
Am
So, please believe that I
F
keep two Gs in my jeans
Em
Two gats in my sleeve,
C
two rats in my beam
Am
X5, mami let's ride
Em
Weave in and out of traffic
Am
from Compton to Bed -Stuy
It's the kid from the far west, I
Oh, shit
F
Am
He know how to do more than flip pies
Get money like them stick -up guys
Em
Them Ocean Eleven licks got the
Am
young kid rich for life
And I ain't talking bout a movie
of George Clooney
I'm talking bout running in your spots
Em
with Uzi tucked in a coogee
Am
Do me? Nah, truly might lose your lives
They say I got 2K2 covered
like A .I.
I'm neighborhood superstar,
Em
get it right, got it, good, okay
Am
It's the Black Sox, get low,
we get dough,
Em
in the game, they pimp hoes
Am
In Compton, we six -four,
I'm a neighborhood superstar,
Em
get it right, got it, good, okay
C
It's the Black Sox,
Am
get low, we get low,
Em
in the game, they pimp hoes
Am
In Compton, we six -four
F
Am
Yeah, man, I told y 'all, man
Em
Fillmore, California, nigga,
C
Am
where we launch the best, nigga
Em
JT, the bigger figure, Sam Quinn
Am
D -Mo the youngster,
Zep the gaffler
Introducing the gang
Em
Nigga, the first nigga
Am
I went got outside of
the Fillmore District
You know what I'm talkin' bout?
F
Yeah, man
Am
And we gon' pass him on off
to Aftermath Records, man
F
So they can take him to the T .O .P.
Em
You know what I'm talkin' bout?
C
Dr. Dre and the whole Aftermath staff
Am
You know what I'm talkin' bout?
But this album right here
Em
Am
This a yel low JT,
the bigger figure production
My nigga Charli O on the beat
You know what I'm talkin' about?
Em
C
And we keepin' it real thuggish, man.
Am
Barrier style, nigga.
Black Wall Street.
Em
Now let's get money.
Am
Get money.
Neighborhood Supa Starz
The Game
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