Тональность: B minor
Verse 1
Am
Low ride, hittin' switches, tattooed bitches
3 .50, many soppers with the business
Dm
All chromed up,
Am
get your block blown up
It's that peed up hell,
I mean we don't give a fuck
Dm
With them Gatlinburg chasers,
Am
everybody's racist
2 .23 to the domes and the faces
F
That backyard boogie,
Am
I'm just tryna get my cookie
Steady, I pour bold with these
cops tryna bug me
F
Gettin' pussy in the streets,
Dm
steady clutchin' for my heat
Box my bag for these lames,
cause they talkin' like they deep
Am
F
Steady mob bin' in my Cortez
Dm
Thumpin' up they bald heads
Gang -related tits in my body
till I'm fuckin' dead
Am
Keegee baggin',
Dm
the little homie slangin'
This shit is fuckin' real,
motherfuckers get to anglin'
See the sinner gets to dumpin' West
Coast keep it bumpin'
Another killer Cali kid always
into somethin'
Am
F
Am
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Gang -related tits with
them bald heads
F
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Am
Gang -related tits with them
bald heads
F
Mommy down the streets in my Cortez
Am
Gang related tits with them
bald heads
F
Mommy down the streets in my Cortez
Am
Gang related tits with them bald heads
F
I sit on back down,
Am
blue bandana swangin'
Bald head Mexicans and
we gang bangin'
F
Dope slangin' on the regular
Keep my circle to a minimum,
Am
down to the regulars
Dm
Am
I got a throwaway strap,
a throwaway cellular
They smell the weed and
know it from Kelly, huh?
Dm
Look, I was mobbin' down
Am
the streets in my Cortez
Shoot 9mm's like some warheads
F
Dm
We like east up, homie, what it do?
Fireball heads covered in tattoos
Am
F
Never run, you bust,
Dm
we bustin' back, fool
Never mind the talk,
cause that's what rats do
Unload, reload, move back and cap you
Get out of line, I fuck around and slap you
Am
I ain't playin', homie,
Dm
that's real talk
I'ma keep it G and hope I
never get caught
F
Am
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
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WITH THEM BALL HEADS
F
Mommy Down the Street with my quartet
Am
G A N R L A T E D T E S
W I H T M B A L H E D S
F
mommy down the street
with them ball heads
Am
g e a n g r l a t e d t e X
S W T M B A L L H A D S
F
MOMMY DOWN THE STREETS WITH aisle
10
Am
G A G R E L A T E T E X
S W I THAT HANDS
Got my bowl catvic ,lets
you know that i'm from peak town
Run up ,then your gonna' to bleed down
F
You know how ?them
Am
Eastsiders's get down
Live rhymes ,got you
duckin' in the streets
F
I'm aiming for defeat
Am
when it comes to you or me
Only homies from the hood,
you're hearing on the beat
F
Walk around like some kid
Am
with fuzzy oth er sides of beak
Got your bitch under sheets,
you wanna take a little peek
F
Dm
Smokin' weed so I look a little faded
Am
Catch em all alone and it's
Dm
getting X -rated
F
Homies spittin' heat
Dm
so they're hatin' on the streets
Gangsters on the rise
and we'll always give it up
Am
For the hood that we claim,
Dm
Am
let em know we bang
Dm
It's a niche side thing
and the sop will be the gang
You know what it is,
if you don't we're here to tell you
Comin' up quick, try to trip, get hit
Am
Mobbin' down the
F
Am
streets in my Cortez
Gang -related tips with them
bald heads
F
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Am
Gang -related tips with them
bald heads
F
Am
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Gang -related tips with them
bald heads
F
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Am
Gang -related tips with them
bald heads
Mobbin' through the streets,
Dm
straight knucklehead fools
Am
Bald heads, Cortez, soldiers of the suit
Dm
Am
Click so deep that we walkin' in tubes
Double S bangers, homie,
that's no doubt
Dm
Am
Blue bandanas tatted up in low doubt
California gang life,
that's how we live
F
Dm
Mexican homies, so we down with the biz
Am
Enemies, fuck em',
they can rest in my piss
My lyrics certified,
Dm
so I represent right
Keep it true in the booth
about the bitch, slap the mic
Am
Dm
Am
I'm one of the worst, OG from the turf
Dm
Heavy gang bangin'
by the end of the verse
Big lazy gangster,
I'm a well -known threat
One of Benny's most wanted,
like crystal meth
Do you like lynch?
Homie, welcome to your death
Just a little something to
show you how we do this
F
Am
Mami down the streets in my Cortez
Gang related tits with them bald heads
F
Mami down the streets in my Cortez
Am
Gang related tits with them bald heads
F
Mami down the streets in my Cortez
Am
Gang related tits with them bald heads
F
Mami down the streets in my Cortez
Am
Gang related tits with them bald heads
Dm
Am
Cortez on my feet, big hat fitted
Strap in my pants so they
know that I'm with it
F
Mobbin' down the block,
Am
hoodots right behind me
Don't give a fuck, yeah,
I do this all the time, G
Dm
Straight rider from the B,
Am
come through and see L .A. to I .E.,
F
it's the big one, three
Smashing on you lanes,
Am
had to make a move
So we stepped in the game
F
We on the come up, I never gave a fuck
Dm
Now I'm on the hustle,
Am
tryna test my fuckin' luck
Dm
Am
Runnin' around strapped
F
and it's never on safety
Dm
Southern California where the
motherfuckers crazy
Am
Racks around my face,
Dm
bound to catch a case
2 -2 please, in the clips so here's a taste
Now your life's erased,
it was a big disgrace
Shoulda wore a vest, bitch,
I woulda been a trace
F
Mobbin' down the
Am
streets in my Cortez
Gang -related tits with them
bald heads
F
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Am
Gang -related tits with
them bald heads
F
Mobbin' down the streets
Am
in my Cortez
Gang -related tits with them
bald heads
F
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Am
Gang -related tits with them bald heads
F
I'm just mobbin'
Dm
down the streets
Am
Mobbin' with that heat right now
I'm on the West Coast,
F
Am
mobbin' in the East
F
Am
A B &G homie, this is HBG, homie
F
Still reppin' the West,
Am
SL with three homie
F
Only fuck with real G's,
Am
ain't fuckin' with no phonies
In the Inland Empire,
mobbin' by my lonely
F
Life in the back streets,
Am
everywhere I pack it
Creased up packets, white Cortez
F
Always clean, never tacky
Dm
Still playin' a chrome weapon
For them fleas that claim they
wanna blast me
F
A hundred percent Latino,
Dm
a suicidal like a packy
Mobbin' down the streets
with the heat under the black G
Got homies in a pen holdin'
me down
Youngsters in the bottle,
heated up all around
F
Mobbin' in my motherfuckin'
Dm
Cortez
That's the sound,
blood's the crystal
from the west coast
Homie, that's the brand
Am
F
Am
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Gang related tips with them
bald heads
F
Mobbin' down the streets
Am
in my Cortez Gang
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F
Mami Down The Streets
Am
In My Corridor Gang
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F
Mami Down The Streets
Am
In My Corridor Gang
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