Key: F major
Intro 1
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You know how we do it when we
Verse 1
rollin' and smashin'
D
West Coast, South Side,
in a high -powered fashion
Em
G
Puttin' the camp on a map
D
Em
and it's somethin'
D
G
And it's like that, so I think we gotta let em know,
D
love, I few will hate
Em
D
while many that's a life of criminal
Em
G
Hello, and it's the one you cannot see,
D
to know me is to hate me
Em
and they call me Capone
Moms are let loose, baby,
G
there ain't no holdin' me down,
D
to the top is where I'm headed,
Em
how you likin' me now?
D
Em
All the salt that you're shakin'
G
just ain't makin' me quit,
D
I got a vision blowin' up
Em
with that high power click
What's up, Snaps, Capone,
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G
Marlowe, Scrappy,
and the rest,
D
they wanna hate on real riders
Em
Cause we're making it,
D
Em
guess, but I sug gest
G
You put that bullshit to a rest
D
Cause the ammo that I spit
Em
can't be protected
by your vest
Nevertheless,
G
there's always someone trying to test
D
I hope his family prays
Em
D
so his soul can be blessed
Em
First he wanted to trip,
G
but then he got into a mess
D
Em
I told these motherfuckers don't stress
D
Yo, this is my time to shine,
G
left alone, my life a crime
D
Now I'm picking up my pen
Em
and getting paid
D
Em
G
From my rise till the day that I die
I'm beginning to win,
D
so I guess I'm in this bitch from beginning to end
G
You know how we do it
when we rolling and smashing
D
West coast, south side,
in a high power fashion
Em
G
Put in a camp on the map
and it's something like that
D
Fully strapped to a tat,
Em
so watch your fucking back
And it's like that,
D
G
so I think we gotta let em know
D
Love how few are hating my mini,
Em
that's a life of criminal
D
Em
G
Hello, and it's the one you cannot see
D
To know me is to hate me
Em
D
and they com ing up on me
G
Ooh wee, on this gangsta mix
D
Jump down from my bop,
Em
D
your fools wanna trip
Em
G
On the gangsta lean, enemies to bleed
Em
I'ma come up with my AR -15,
D
bitch please
F#m
G
We suck a free and we ain't gonna stop
D
In a way that never finish
Em
till our albums drop
D
Em
Top, top, top,
G
it's what we do all the time
Em
Sound scan underground
with a platinum vibe
D
Where the summer shine,
G
in this killer Cali state
D
Elevate as we demonstrate
Em
D
the mu sic we create
Em
Never fake, always regulate,
G
participate, celebrate
D
Watchin' for them snakes,
Em
shakin' haters by the freight
D
G
Penetrate, but this is all I ain't done
One by one they come,
D
Em
and one by one they sprung
D
Em
We ain't done, son,
G
we on top of the league
You know how we do it,
Em
just makin' them G's
G
You know how we do it
when we rollin' and smashin'
D
West coast, south side,
Em
D
in a half -hour fashion
Em
G
Puttin' the camp on a map
and it's somethin' like that
D
Fully strapped to attack,
Em
so watch your fuckin' back
And it's like that,
G
so I think we gotta let em know
D
Love how few are hated by many,
Em
that's the life of criminal
D
Em
Hello, huh,
G
and it's the one you cannot see
D
To know me is to hate me,
Em
and they call me the pony
G
Now you motherfuckers know
exactly where we're comin' from
D
The pony criminal, here we come,
Em
D
get tin' the job done
Em
Number one in this game,
G
could give a damn about the fame
Em
F#m
In it for the dollars change,
Em
yo fuck the chump change
D
Rearrange the game
G
and drop some real shit bruh
D
Big Southside life
Em
D
and we're coming off tight
Em
Ignite the spike,
G
what these bitches gotta say
D
Em
All day, everyday making hits that pay
D
Hard way, overspray,
G
that's the way that it is
D
Em
D
Top biz never slip up in this rapping bin
Em
Tricks are for kids,
G
so leave that chump shit at home
D
Domination when you're facing
Em
criminal and capone
D
Packin' crones in our zone
G
and we never can be faked
D
Player hated, innovated,
Em
D
everything gang related
Em
G
Now we made it, why you hatin'?
D
We the truest of the fewest
Em
and you know how we do it
G
You know how we do it
when we rollin' and smashin'
D
West Coast
Outside in a hop -hop fashion
Em
G
Put in the camp while I'm laughin'
It's something like that
D
Bullets strapped, you attached,
Em
so watch your fuckin' back
And it's like that,
D
G
so I think we gotta let em know
D
Love, I feel we're hittin' my mini,
Em
D
that's a life of criminal
Em
G
Hello, an d it's the one you cannot see
D
To know me is to hate me,
Em
and they call me a phony
D
You know how we do it
G
when we rollin' and smashin'
D
West Coast
Outside in a hop -hop fashion
Em
G
Put in a camp while I'm laughing
It's something like that
D
Footage strapped to a desk
Em
So watch your fucking back
And it's like that
D
G
So I think we gotta let them know
D
Love how few are hated by many
Em
D
That's a libel criminal
Em
G
Hello, an d it's the one you cannot see
D
To know me is to hate me
Em
D
G
D
And they call me the phony
Em
G
D
Em
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G
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Bm
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You
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