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Verse 1
(A minor) (D minor) (A minor) (D minor) I keep
(A minor)
it gangsta with two pistols,
I could make you dance
(D minor) to leave you crippled.
Standing on (A minor) the block with
a beam and a treble.
On the real, I've been (D minor) on the bus
like a teenager with pimples.
(A minor) Ever since my adolescence,
money and gunplay
are the (D minor) only two things that made sense.
Knew my destiny was (A minor)
bangin' since the playpen
Hit the state pen (D minor) an d got laced
by some A -men
Sometimes (A minor) I can't
believe the cinnamon
Head smellin' with a Mac
(D minor) 11 under my Pendleton
Vodka an (A minor) d orange juice with
a little bit of cinnamon
Two -striker, (D minor) homie,
I ain't tryin' to hit the pen again
(A minor) Eastside us, empire riders
Screamin' fuck my (D minor) enemies
and all these haters
Keepin' it solid (A minor) like concrete
While you soft like some downulators
You can (D minor) try if you want,
but you can never fade us
(A minor) Homie, we all play
In the land of (D minor) the sick,
run your mouth, you can't eat me
(A minor) California, ay
The Golden State,
(D minor) where we put it down the West Coast way
Hom (A minor) ie, we all play
You'll find out real (D minor) quick who's
listening shit (A minor)
California, ay
I'ma always rep (D minor) resent it
to my judgment day
Listen up (A minor) homies,
from them yos's to them OG's
We don't (D minor) play everyday,
rolling in them cold streets
From (A minor) west of LA, to east side of IE
Homies just don't play,
(D minor) that's why they just don't try me
We (A minor) rollin' 5 deep,
rollin' in a black caddy creep (D minor) in'
Hollaboy tips hittin' bottles
till they fuckin' (A minor) sleepin'
Gang unit people trippin' on
these brown thug (D minor) s
Middle fingers up, best to fuck em,
they get (A minor) no love
How they gonna hate on these bottles?
Mr. Criminal hooked up (D minor) with the
homies from the sopper
We (A minor) put it down, town to town,
fathers gettin' clowned
Find out (D minor) we don't play,
when you (A minor) catch these Hollaboy (D minor) grounds
(A minor) They found, they couldn't keep
some solid bottles down
Never fall (D minor) in' on these feet,
planted on the ground
These (A minor) clowns found out that
these homies don't play
Roll your little bucket through (D minor) the hood,
it's gettin' sprayed, homie
(A minor) Homie, we don't play
In the land (D minor) of the sick, run your mouth,
can't hit me (A minor) California, ay
The Golden State,
(D minor) where we runnin' down the
West Coast way
(A minor) Homie, we don't play
You'll find out, (D minor) real hype,
blue lipstick shit (A minor)
California, ay
I'ma always (D minor) represent it
to my judgment day
We don't (A minor) play like them
kids on a sunny day
So in California,
you (D minor) gotta watch what the fuck you say
A lot of (A minor) dirty hinders on me,
so watch where you lay
All the (D minor) weak will get ate up
like some Frito (G major) -Lays
(D minor) I'ma (A minor) stay with the same clique,
never gonna change this
Rid (D minor) in' with my boys, (A minor)
(D minor) so there's gotta be a full clip
(A minor) Loose lips, go ahead and miss
me with that bullshit
I'm movin',
somethin' (D minor) sorta like a big train
(A minor) Across the tracks,
where we gotta keep that good name
Already got a (D minor) whole lotta hood fame
(A minor) We gotta put these rappers to the side
like loose chains
(D minor) Or roll em up,
smoke (A minor) em (D minor) up like some Mary Jane
Mr. (A minor) Criminal on (D minor) the (A minor) track,
you know it's official
(D minor) It's kinda like shootin' at
your fools with a (A minor) missile
You know you're fucked
by the sounds of the whistle
So (D minor) here we come, load it up,
we're gonna get you
Hom (A minor) ie, we don't play
In the land (D minor) of the sick, run your mouth,
you can't hit me (A minor) California
The Golden State,
(D minor) where we put it down the
West Coast way
Hom (A minor) ie, we don't play
You'll find out (D minor) real quick
who's lipstick shit
(A minor) California
I'ma always (D minor) represent it
to my judgment day
This gang (A minor) bang shit, yeah,
blood's in my blood
The way I (D minor) was raised,
I was bound to be a thug
(A minor) Ball head tatted with my face all mud
I'm a (D minor) G from the turf,
I don't show no love
Bandits (A minor) east side,
where them killers reside
California crazy an (D minor) d I'm quick to ride
A (A minor) real low G, so I'll never retire
I gotta keep (D minor) it true, I could never be a liar
Full -blooded (A minor) frog until my life expires
Where violence (D minor) is constant
and a stripe is compatible
Livin' (A minor) on the edge in
the Three Strikes Capital
Moms couldn't stop me, (D minor)
gang tats neither
(A minor) Thought I was Scarface
when I got my first heater
They shot me (D minor) to the pen,
got stretched for ten
Refused (A minor) to deuce cause
real G's don't bend
Back (D minor) on the streets, fuckin' up again
Hom (A minor) ie, we don't play
In the land (D minor) of the sick,
run your mouth, you can't get me
(A minor) Telephone, I ain't The Golden State,
(D minor) where we put it down,
the West Coast way
Call (A minor) me, we don't play
You'll find out (D minor) real quick
Who's lipstick shit
(A minor) Telephone 9 -8
I'mma always (D minor) represent it
to my judgment day
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