Out Here On The West chords by Seven

SimplifiedEm · F · Am

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Verse 1
Em 
You think you're a player
F 
Em 
because you got an S  -600?
Am 
Not because of those dubs,
those whack -ass dubs
F 
on that piece of shit.
Oh, yeah.
Does he think because of this
tat he's a gangster?
Get your hands off me, man.
Not because of the played -out platinum
you don't think you're crossing him over,
do you? Huh?
Back in the day,
I would've taken this shit for real.
Em 
Or you think you're a man
F 
be cause you move a key
here and there?
That ain't weight.
Did he think that was weight
in that piece of shit?
Em 
Yeah. Let me tell you something.
The real motherfuckers
F 
don't move a key here and there.
Em 
They move 50  metric tons
F 
Em 
F 
a month.
Em 
What's going down motherfuckers?
F 
I'm back again in the double 05.
Em 
I creep it low in the Benz. Hella fire.
With a fine bitch by my side.
F 
I made a pact with the devil.
Now he's on my side.
Em 
I   sold my soul for money and fame
F 
Lifestyles of the rich and the
reputable name
Em 
Internationally known,
from the west to overseas
F 
Exploited to Japan
Em 
like a rider on D's OG,
like a 6 -4 Chevy
F 
And after I'm done,
motherfuckers gonna envy
Em 
I ride the track like
I'm hittin' a switch
F 
Notchin' back to bad bubbles
while I'm fuckin' a bitch
Em 
Here on the west, we do the fame
F 
Nice cars in the platinum chain
Em 
OGs, cause we love to bang
F 
No matter what the game, don't change
Em 
Here on the west, we do the fame
F 
Nice cars in a platinum chain
Em 
OG's cause we love to bang
F 
No matter what the game, don't change
Em 
I'm still slayin' it, 6 -4 hot,
keep it swayin'
F 
Black bumper, homie,
sharp looks hangin'
Em 
Neighborhood bangin',
bullets keep rangin'
F 
Hoochies on the block,
every pussy for fame
Em 
Fuck your names,
can't get on the beat
Y 'all blowers, catch you slippin'
F 
I  put in one of your dong
Em 
Hollow point tips from a 4 '5 pole
F 
Hustlin' motherfuckers
all around my zone
Em 
213, original West Coast G's
F 
Hunnids for me,
stoopid as Cali breeze
Em 
From the land of the sunshine,
Cali hoes so fine
F 
Keep my eyes on the prize
until it's all mine
Em 
I'm bringin' it back, that gangsta shit
F 
The West Coast is resurrected,
homie don't trip
Em 
If you got beef, I got a four clip
F 
And a gang of motherfuckers
ready to set trip
Em 
Here on the west we do the thang
F 
Nice cars in the platinum chain
Em 
OG's cause we love to bang
F 
No matter what the game, don't change
Em 
Here on the west we do the thang
F 
Nice cars in the platinum chain
Em 
OG's cause we love to bang
F 
No matter what the game,
don't change
Em 
F 