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Somebody chords by MC Eiht

  • Am

  • Em

  • E

  • F

  • C

Verse 1
Am
Em
E
F
Jill, Scout, Jill, Scout, Scream, ECMP,
C
Em
F
Am
Jill, Dove INC, Jill, Scout
Somebody bout to get fucked up,
game
E
Somebody bout to get shot
Em
F
Somebody bitch is getting naked,
C
Jill
Am
I'ma stay in the streets
nigga all year long
And y 'all can't fuck around,
C
or I'm too strong
Am
I'm an old school veteran,
F
and young with the mind
C
And that's what most of
Em
these motherfuckers
Am
just don't like
I can see it all clear, now you copycats
Won't you mimic the dead body,
can you buy that?
Em
Am
F
Hit a few hood rats, Jeff, hit and run
C
In some of the spots, I had to bring the gun
Am
A true voice for the West Coast,
second to none
When the shots rain,
I don't give a second to run
Em
E
Tell my thug motherfuckers,
F
stay strapped in the club
C
Em
And hope the Cali get
packed more than the dub
Am
Bitch movin' like a gypsy,
and we so tipsy
West Coast in the air,
who in the fuck with me?
E
Am
F
You got beef, get touched,
C
Cohen 87, a nigga with
Am
no hugs
Somebody bout to get fucked up,
Em
somebody bout to get shot
Am
F
Em
Somebody bitch is getting naked,
F
Am
somebody's spot is too hot
Somebody bout to get fucked up,
Em
E
somebody bout to get shot
Em
F
Somebody's bitch is getting naked,
C
Am
somebody's spot is too hot
was in the town where the
gangs is famous
And when we do the killin',
boy, they can't blame us
I'm a good representative,
F
cousins and relatives
C
Em
Drama is what we get,
F
just the way that we live
Am
Up late like a night owl
Hear the sound miles away
when the K howl
Em
E
But when the baby mama drama gone,
Am
F
wake up the neighbors
C
How the police cuff me
and show off the tailor?
Am
Got 88 problems,
my past is changed
Number two,
got a fuckin' police record
Em
E
Am
Number three, motherfuckers is cutthroat
F
C
Em
For the life of me,
F
I ain't with they showboat
Am
Compton all day and the day is very rare
Put this lane together so just
call me Leatherman
Em
E
Nobody do it better than this
Am
F
old school G
C
Compton frontline nigga you
Am
see me chill
Somebody bout to get fucked up
C
E
Somebody bout to get shot
Em
F
Em
Somebody bitches get naked
Am
Somebody spots too hot
Somebody bout to get fucked up
E
Somebody bout to get shot
Em
F
Somebody bitch is gettin' naked,
C
Am
eat somebody's spots, drip hot
Yup, it's them niggas again,
went from rollin' on the swim
E
To countin' big in, drunk off the gin,
C
F
and stay on ten
Em
And you can kiss my black ass
F
Am
like I'm MC Ren
I'm a vet with a veteran,
niggas be scattered then
Bitches when they gossipin',
pussy be weathered then
E
The waterbed gallery,
Am
F
what you think you comin'
close to my salary?
C
Am
Boy please, we blow big cheese
and on that we frontliners
Raised up, fattin' them lips
and eye -shiners
Em
F
Creep up with the thang from behind you
C
Put it in your spine and
F
rob your ass blind
Am
Fake niggas, you gon' press rewind
Study the gang unit
C
from the cradle to the pine
Am
Probably won't make it to 89
F
C
Would've been snitched on us
Am
and dropped down
Somebody's bout to get
fucked up
Somebody's bout to get
E
shot
Am
F
Somebody's bitch is gettin'
Em
naked
F
Am
Somebody's spot's too hot
Somebody's bout to get
fucked up
Somebody's bout to get shot
F
Somebody's bitch is gettin'
naked
C
Am
Somebody's spots are too hot
Chill, it's Captain E -C -M -P, chill
E
F
Dub, I -N -C, chill
C
F
Gang, you motherfuckers
Am
West Coast, countin' all day
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