Тональность: B minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Dm
Am
Listen up little homies,
I'ma tell you a story
G
Am
By the homies from my side,
G
all strong and all glorious
Used to watch the people
make their own war
Dm
Used to sit misunderstood
from the way he wore his
Am
Consider it cheetah,
G
Am
G
you can tell he was sick with it from the feeder
F
Father was tatted, I mean,
from the knees up
Dm
Kep t up out your windows,
pocket right under the heater
Am
They couldn't stop him,
Dm
his enfita used to ask him not to bang,
Am
Dm
Just because the cops would watch him,
F
and amigos on the other side
Straight plottin',
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Am
re cipes to the maw,
Dm
leave them fools rotten
G
Am
Unforgotten, on the block,
Dm
nothing would can stop him
used to let us when they got him
G
Am
It was all bad,
F
that was before the state pen
G
Am
Now let the story begin
El Chican, the protector of the vital
The street judge, no trial
G
F
El Chican, some don't believe he exists
Dm
Until he comes down the
street out the mist
Am
El Chi can, the way it's been,
something's gotta change
G
Am
Streetside, shine up,
G
no it ain't a El Chican,
F
in Los Angeles, Cumbia
G
Am
It's time to clean up the vital
Dm
Now he's all changed,
Am
fresh out the state pen
Dm
G
Now he's all banged, made a decision
F
To himself to make a small change
It's time to clean up the lane
Dm
He made a promise to himself, so
It can never be the same,
Am
seen faith, self -redemption
So we knew without a question,
G
just with his questions
Bdim
Time to leave him all breathless,
Am
C
clean up the hand that in the hood
Dm
With the death wish, right his wrongs,
now leave him guessing
Am
Put on the leather jacket,
with the black mask
And lick that bottle,
G
know it was time to make a move
thought you were in the hood,
Dm
but that was false hopes
Cause he run the block too,
Am
now that the stack cash
What's about that black mask?
G
Am
If you don't believe me, ask El
G
Got a shotgun and the rest,
F
he put a hole through that chest
Dm
Anything he had to do
to finish up the quest
Am
El Chicano, the protector of the vital
G
Dm
The street church, no tribe
F
some don't believe he exists
Dm
Until he comes down the
street of the mist
G
Am
El Chicano, the way it's been,
something's gotta change
G
Am
Street signs shine up,
no it ain't a game
G
F
El Chicano, en Los Angeles, Cumbia
Dm
It's time to clean up the vital
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