Who We R chords by Nino

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Verse 1
C 
Yeah, Wangari, Wangacho,
Juan Bolino, what's up?
Cm 
Yeah, everyday silence,
everyday violence
Everywhere, everyday, anything mindless
G 
Gotti ain't spineless, but I got vi olent
C 
Minus surprises, statue love pilots
Db 
C 
Homie come find this, check out what mine is
Fm 
I got the fire, corrido state chop kid
C 
I'ma come lock shit,
make the world screw
Smoke the whole valley for
people like you
Nombre no entiendo, homie no hay pedo
It's the same fool,
que me llama John Guero
It's the Juan Gacho,
G 
choppin' up nacho
C 
Straight up borracho,
me llama Bien Sancho
G 
I'ma con Paccio, in my big barco
C 
And that boy Nino, bumpin' on high road
Cm 
C 
G 
In the wet valley, never 5 '6
C 
When you can't touch me,
never not this
Cause you know who we are
Ab 
Like the ones on the block
C 
With my strap up beside me
Ab 
We so  warm that they can't,
that they won't
Won't never fuck it
C 
Cm 
My niggas in the ready for
the chance to shine
C 
Crazy like Jack Nichols
Cm 
in the morn with the sun
Pyrex looking foggy cause I
G 
cooked three up
Cm 
In no time I head back with six hoes re -up
You know who runs shop,
Db 
C 
nickel plated on cock
In the pen, grey socks
Db 
strapped with them locks
C 
Non -stop on the block
G 
with them rocks in my hand
C 
Every other minute I be pimping white sand
G 
24 -7 riding like Pancho Villa
C 
Hoes back saddle black on Mamma Mia
Db 
Look at me now
C 
G 
with my chrome in my chain
C 
Finna make the whole damn town
say my name
Cause you know who we are
Ab 
We the ones on the block
C 
With my strap right beside me
Ab 
We so  warm that they can't,
that they won't, won't help
Cm 
Buried the bodies in the dirt
I furnished the bullets,
G 
got them to work
Cm 
Somebody call on my nurse,
the Roberto Cavalli sir
Got multiple hoes through it,
C 
never saw coast to it
Cm 
I ride around in your town
and you're drownin' in barman fluid
C 
Fm 
I probably hold the title
Db 
the coolest nigga alive
C 
Niggas wanna see me
Fm 
die by crucifixin',
C 
but I  got the game, so
Db 
C 
Power, re spect, and the bankroll
You don't wanna fuck with me, huh?
I ain't think so
Homie, back up,
you can and will get clapped up
Get some ladies snatched up
and dump her in a Mack truck
Stabbed up, wrapped up,
major case of bad luck
I ain't even amped up,
I'm dancin' round that ass, bruh
A 59er, now outside I'm a rider
I swear to God on the vibe,
but nobody does it like I do
I'm the realest nigga ever,
the ghetto call me a hero
Now you know who we are,
Coach Juan got it, you need know
G 
Cause you know who we are
Ab 
Cm 
Ab 
G 
We  the ones on the block
Cm 
C 
G 
C 
With my strap right beside me
G 
Ab 
We so wrong, that they can,
Ab 
that they won't, won't ever fuck with us