Key: A minor•
Verse 1
These fools don't know
a little something like this.
Dm
Am
Right, in the streets of the S .E .A.
Hit em with the honk,
Am
Dm
D -A -double -D -Y one time.
Hit em with a bong,
Fools think it's easy
being daddy of the funk
Every trick that I meet
Brothers play a hatin' in the
streets cause of my beats
while they beats make you sleep
And if that ain't enough,
everybody and they mama
in' to get my number
So I can do they album
and most be comin' booty
when months before they never knew me
I'm not even a star yet, MTV is callin'
steady ballin'
Makin' funky beats
and keepin' brothers off my nuts
Love to hit them goods,
It ain't no easy thing
when your beats are comin' stick
Fools be actin' stupid,
I say I want three G's and
I'll drop a fat beat
Am
They give me 15, so I give them rats heat
And then there's other crews
claimin' that I'm just alright
or that I never write
But I ain't never trippin' off
these ballers turnin' tricks
I'm from the 206
Am
where they love to pull them licks and yeah I,
in the streets of the S .E .A.
Am
Dm
Am
Hit em with a hum, D -A -double -D -Y one time I,
in the streets of the S .E .A.
Hit em with a hum, D -A -double -D -Y
I got love for the G's, but I don't bang
In the city of rain,
I can't complain, so if you slang,
you gots to get your hustle on
Am
Dm
while you get your grind on
that's known this crooked path
Never brag about a bloodbath,
So if you gots to slang or gots to bang,
you do your thang
And when I hit the clubs,
it's on VIP status
Dm
Am
When I see your ride,
But P, adapt to this like RBX
Am
Dm
What's the scoop, playa?
break me off of Pam
Cause I'll be coming with the
rhythmic heat complete
Now all you junkies take a
While I'm sitting on them thangs,
laying in that cut
what's up with these nuts
I'm from the S .E .A. so peep gang
I drop the tracks for the
hustlers in the rain yelling
In a with a pong,
Am
Dm
Am
D -A -double -D -Y one time I,
in the streets of the S .E .A.,
time I represent C -Town,
the town where hogs stack dough,
cause my city's got more than drugs,
we got some hogs doin' good,
Dm
Am
Dm
also got them type of hogs
splittin' wings if they could
Am
Dm
Am
But uh, the day I can't roll
is the day I let my own hood beat me
See, I've been making funky beats
for all the ballers
Getting up the path on the way to Cazelles
Dm
Am
Ride full of freaks and
Seen the old corner full
of Union Street jeans
Oh please, oh please, oh please
Things don't ever change, do they?
They stay the same, different cities,
different hoods, same game
And everybody's pointing out
they fingers to blame
C
Dm
In a city where the fools don't play
Hittin' em with a home
C
Am
Dm
D -A -double -D -Y one time
Am
Dm
Am
I'm in the streets of the S .E .A.
C
Dm
In a city where the fools don't play
Hittin' em with a home
D -A -double -D -Y one time
you know what I'm sayin'
C
Dm
We got phone daddy,
breakin' em up, cock up
Represent that, represent that,
C
Am
Dm
Am
yeah, keep it on up
Bonk Daddy's in the house,
C
Dm
he's gonna turn it in
Bonk Daddy's in the house,
C
Am
yeah, suck it easy, bro
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ChordsAm Dm C G
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