West Coast Ryders chords by Blunt Family, Mr. Shadow, OB
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Verse 1
(A minor)
We them two city gangstas,
banging out your stereo
Southwest hustlers, hittin' up your area
We got the block high,
that's why we get it crackin'
We in the club playin',
in the VIP section
the top of the world, gettin' money,
ain't no one ballin'
Cops watchin' me close,
but I can hear the game callin'
I ain't leavin' the block, no way,
no how, I'ma keep it gang (C major) sta
That's (A minor) just my style,
got my goons on the block
Waitin' ready for war, one word
Have one of my killers
kickin' down your door
This is somethin' that could happen,
it's nothin' to a boss
What you spent on your ride,
I spent on (G major) my cross
I can (A minor) go to the dealer and buy a new Lack
I ain't Lil' Flip, but I can do that
Homie, who's that in that
big body Benz?
When the Benzo stops,
(C major) the (A minor) rims still spin
It's an evident fact,
I'm an intelligent man
And every time I'm in the lab,
I always blow up a track
Catch me countin' the stack,
drop low, top back
Money in the (C major) southwest,
(A minor) yeah it's like that
We them Duke City gangstas
banging out your stereo
Southwest hustlas (E minor) hitting up (A minor) your area
We got the block hot,
that's right we get it cracking
We in the club player in the VIP section
We them San Diego gangstas
banging out your stereo
West coast hustlas hitting up your area
We got the block hot,
that's right we get it cracking
We in the club player in the VIP section
Alright listen,
mayhem click in the building
Shadow motherfuckers still
running the business
Witness the overtake,
make no mistake
I'm out in state with California plates
(G major) You know the (A minor) name,
M -O -N -D -O -T -S -H -A -D -O -Double
Yeah, I keep stacks, that bad, I duffle
I love to hustle, trust no one but me
Your bitch loves a real
gangsta's company
From San Diego to the city of Dukes
It's all the same, we love (C major) to bang,
stack, (A minor) bang, and smoke fruits
You're all flukes,
there's no truth to your life story
Better come strapped if you come
to my territory
There's no glory in whining,
so stop bitching
I'm from the land of weed,
glass, and coke shippin'
I stay grippin', so who's trippin'?
619 to the 505, we flippin'
(G major) Check with (A minor) them San Diego gangstas
Bangin' out your stereo
West Coast hustlas, hittin' up your area
We got the block hot, that's right,
we get it crackin'
We in the club playa in
the VI (G major) P section
(A minor) We San Diego gangstas
Bangin' out your stereo
West Coast hustlas, hittin' up your area
We got the block hot, that's right,
we get it crackin'
We in (C major) the club play (A minor) a in the VI (G major) P section
(A minor) So I'm broke as fuck,
they made me a wild dude
Legit juice,
got me writing doggie style too
I'm off the hook, fuck em,
you can't dial through
Wanna be me?
Here, walk a mile in my shoes
Bitch, but make sure they lace right
Get off my dick then tell
me what it taste like
West coast, I love to see ya light
Clear skies in my wrist like stage lights
I blaze mics so the whores want em
And I got the new Jordans on
before the stores gone em
Cut the tall cans just so I can pour em
Didn't let me in, fuck it, keep the door on em
I been shittin' since death row broke up,
we took a nap
And now the West Coast broke up
We never fell off, we still hangin'
Kids (C major) gettin' jumped (A minor) in
so they (G major) still bangin'
(A minor) San Diego gangstas,
bangin' out your stereo
West Coast hustlas, hittin' up your area
We got the block hot,
that's why we get it crackin'
We in (C major) the club playin' (A minor) in the VIP set
We the Duke City gangstas,
bangin' out your stereo
Southwest hustlas, hittin' up your area
We got the block hot, that's right,
we get it crackin'
We in (C major) the club playin'
(A minor) in the VIP section
I'm a Duke City gangster,
don't be hateful
Cause I'm droppin' dope shit,
gettin' love in San Diego
Cadillac dippin',
I know you can't stand me
Cause I'm sittin' on dubs
and it's dipped in candy
Pumpin' G -shit, homie, it ain't talk
Hopin' sunroof blowin' up the spot
On the way to the dope shop,
we keep the block hot
Playin' hopscotch with the blocks,
with fat knocks and night blocks
Workin' for Rhyme Props
and I got what I want West Coast love,
cause I'm hot like Tabasco Snake D,
McSlick, I rock in shadow, yeah
(C major) And I (A minor) keep it that way
Doin' shit with Hitoville and the
crew, the Batcave
I'm not just on the beat,
we keep it raw and uncut
Droppin' the technique, G,
and don't give a fuck, motherfucker
(C major) I'm (A minor) a Southwest Hustler
We're the Duke City Gangsters,
bangin' out your stereo
Southwest (A minor) Hustlers, hittin' up your area
We (A minor) got the block hot,
that's why we get it cracky
We in (C major) the club,
play (A minor) in' in the VIP section
Bye. Bye. (A minor) Bye.
West Coast Ryders
Blunt Family, Mr. Shadow, OB
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