Key: G major•
Intro 1
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Am
Bm
C
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G
Am
Verse 1
frontin' down there,
C
Am
they stuntin' down there
They don't want me to send
C
Am
to pop up around there
With the pump around there,
get the dumpin' down there
Bm
C
Get, tell me why you creeps mad
And I didn't even speak fast
Bm
C
Use a joke and a cheap blast
Bm
Am
do yourself a favor and eat glass
Bm
C
I play fuckin' kickball with
I'm at a level so high,
you can't breeze past
Bm
C
I'm 10 pounds, use a seed in a weed bag
where's the weed at?
you awake from sleep
Patrick Ewing did down here
the fuck we doin' down here
and proceed flippin' crack
Bm
C
What? Use a G -picture
and a freeze picture snap
Bm
C
You're hype enough and
the pipes a bust
despite your guts
Bm
C
So lighten up, God,
for all you see is lightning
made right for your size
Bm
C
Last nigga tried to give me slack
and didn't run
his face played pity pack with the gun
Bm
C
Down here we take your top off,
In California, you can get knocked off
Bm
C
I put a hole in one nigga,
I kill you, then personally
drop the box off
Bm
C
Throw the silencer on,
With the same shit pox on,
dang it, the Glock toss
What the fuck would I ever stop for?
mouth like hot sauce
Bm
G
I can tell you what the rock cost
Eleven five, that's the best price
Am
G
They tell you ten and they lyin',
Everywhere I go, keep it close to me,
I'm what you rap niggas is supposed to be
Bm
C
I still be in the hood gang -bangin'
if Doc ain't notice me
OBD, 12, GK, Busta Rhymes, and E
With my eyes on the throne
I got it, come and take it,
but you gotta watch your back
Bm
C
Down here, yeah, down here, yeah
E
Am
Bm
C
we too busy gang -bangin'
at the All -Star game
Bm
C
Round head, yeah, round head, yeah
wrapped around gun handle, yeah
Bm
C
Niggas wanna know the deal up here
growin' up the deal up here
Eleven grade students,
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Am
I was runnin' round stupid,
black and steel, with no fear
G
Am
Cut up rocks, set up shop,
and hit the strip again
Bm
C
Fuck affair, fuck I care,
Clutchin' gear, never scared,
Bm
C
We slayer, police chase us up here
that weight is up there, yeah
C
G
And to this hula gang, bang, bang, bang
Bm
C
G
Yeah, we did it poppin' up here
Am
Bm
East side to west side, we lock it up here
C
Am
Yeah, you get your way from up here
Don't cope,
the Haze got that flavor up here
Bm
C
Am
Yeah, yeah, so don't get brazy up here
Run false moves
we put that like shots filled
up on my block real
Bm
C
Am
Round here, yeah, round here,
they call me Bishop
This lil' cumbin' nigga
So I keep shots in the ox
when I drive through
Bm
C
When I suggest your mom
and your pops move
the reason they drop
The property value, yeah
Bm
C
They came cut,
They came fuck my change up,
I'm the boss type, yeah
Bm
C
Plus I floss ice and diplomats
C
Am
Yeah, I got coat pins stretched in a joint
I got birds and you heard
That I can write a check
That come before the decimal point
Am
Bm
Yeah, brown hair
You can catch me stuntin' in
that B -12 Black Rose
Cause he sell that coke
That's why I clock bitches
like a female track coach
Bm
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