West Coast Most chords by Mr. Criminal
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Verse 1
(A minor) The number one independent later,
killing them in the game
Independent
You're now tuned in to the number one
Latin rap artist
in (D minor) the Chicago Rap Industry
(A minor) Haha
Number one on the billboard
Num (D minor) ber one on the streets
(A minor) And number one with the sales
Haha
Who the (E minor) fuck you think
you talking to? (A minor)
Who the fuck you think you talking to?
You done fucked up (G major) homie,
now the (A minor) talk is through
The streets fuck with real G's,
they don't fuck with you
Any streets, any aven (G major) ue,
they (A minor) bumpin' who?
That Mr. Criminal shit,
number one,
they feelin' we trick bossin'
for (D minor) our bosses
Boost me on some silly shit,
(A minor) that Young Brown and Dangerous album,
homie
This really hits, economy crash,
who's still lining (E minor) up in this recession,
bitch?
(A minor) H's up worldwide,
thank you for the purchase
Boost me on some bitches,
so I (G major) can't lay ass on (A minor) purpose
What happened to the days of real tracks
and real rappers?
Internet came,
flooded (G major) the game and (A minor) killed it
All these MySpace rappers
came out overnight
Beggin' for a deal from the (D minor) label,
pathetic, right?
(A minor) No skills havin',
motherfuckers get no credit like
So they get on Twitter talkin' (E minor) shit,
jealous every night
(A minor) What kind of sideways bitch
shit is that?
Motherfuckers turnin' fatal,
tryna (G major) kick up with the (A minor) cat
But these half -ass bitch,
ruddery rappers get no deffin' now
All of a sudden they bosses (G major) come,
what kind of (A minor) shit is that?
Fools couldn't hang with that G shit,
no shows right
Now you see them rockin'
skinny (D minor) jeans and mohawk
Oth (A minor) er fools fell off the gang,
no love lost
Plucked out the gang
like the (G major) eyebrows,
no love lost
(A minor) I'm from the home of the gang,
bangin' gunshots
Fools be on some candy shit,
(G major) like bubblegum (A minor) drops
Goes water down, they get no love,
not from the ground
They got no fans locally,
(G major) mines worldwide (A minor) all around
Over this etho, the flows I spit is lethal
Fuck a sequel, if you (D minor) trip,
I'll put you in the ground
Beneath you, I'm (A minor) sick
with it, like explicit
And triple X, rapper,
producer (E minor) , and CEO
I'm a (G major) triple threat,
(A minor) these fools ain't ready for war
So don't even test,
homies from Nevada back my (G major) place
So come (A minor) see me, yes,
I'm west side it like Tupac
California love comin' out of the (G major) rooftop
And (A minor) I just might be one of the sickest
latins on the microphone
Fools really need to leave the (D minor) mic alone
My homies (A minor) tell me, Mr. Criminal,
dawg, you're killin' them hoes
Almost satisfied, but not quite yet
(E minor) There's still (G major) a hope that
(A minor) needs to be built
Fuck it, it's a cheap thrill
To hit the gang every year
(G major) and give the rest (A minor) a pre -fill
I gotta tell them the truth,
if not the streets will
I guess that's why the wack -ass (G major) shit
is livin' (A minor) weak still
West Coast Most
Mr. Criminal
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