Тональность: C minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Ab
Okay
Okay
Bb
Cm
Original gangsta
Westside
C'mon
Gm
Ab
Original gangsta
You a just a pyrex
We about the hood bitch
Straight up out the projects
Bb
Cm
Original gangsta
Seven up, B- 12
From off the street corner to
Bb
behind the four walls
Been through Soledad,
Cm
living on that main line
Niggas holler at Four Loko, I hit
them with that gang sign
Gm
Ab
You can see 'em fresh out,
fresh at the same time
I hit my nigga JT, told me game time
Bb
Cm
Switch the swag on them,
but kick the same rhyme
Niggas know I'm versatile,
never seen the same line
Gm
But they want that autopsy,
Ab
say they want that gas chamber
Say they want that old school,
Bb
like the last banger
Cm
Had to switch it up
The game was picking up
For all the living legends that
Ab
I ain't giving up, time for that real spit
That teach them how to survive,
teach them that real shit
Cm
Hey, I show you where to hide the pistol at
And if the sky fall,
Gm
I show you where to hide your pack
Original gangsta
Ab
Popsicle jar, you were just a Pyrex
We about the hood bitch,
straight up out the projects
Bb
Cm
Original gangsta
We still on the triple beam,
seven up, B- 12
Ab
Popsicle jar, you were just a Pyrex
We about the hood bitch,
straight up out the projects
Cm
You was thought they digitized, we still
On the triple beam, seven up, B- 12
Getting that triple beam
Original gangsta
Gm
Ab
I tell her work hard,
even though it's hard work
My clique going in,
Bb
nothing but yard work
Cm
Bunch of trash bags,
and I'm in that driver's seat
And I got them killers with me,
y'all niggas ain't live as me
Gm
Ab
Hey, and yeah,
I'm laughing at you rap boys
'Cause I'm the OG,
and y'all don't know me
Bb
Cm
But y'all in the street,
like y'all just industry
They say the shit you rapping
Gm
is what you pretend to be
Ab
Yeah, and have you ever
did a bid homie?
And when they tried to play you
with it split a wig homie?
Bb
Cm
See that's my reputation,
so go and prep the nation
That when you step in my zone
is the type of shit you facing
Gm
And I keep the loud pack,
Ab
with a hook up on the yay
Any nigga play me out,
bet he look up on the K
Bb
Cm
I don't play around,
I don't fuck with wankers
C- 4, thoroughbred, nigga
Gm
Original gangster
Ab
Popsicle jar, you were just a Pyrex
We about the hood bitch,
straight up out the projects
Bb
Original gangster
Cm
You was thought they digitized, we still
On the triple beam, seven up, B- 12
Gm
Getting that triple beam
Ab
So you balling niggas,
now where your bank rolls?
You see the duffle bag is sitting
Bb
where the tank go
Cm
This ain't about money,
this shit about respect
And fucking with a nigga check,
get that ass in a wreck
Gm
Ab
So keep your count right,
you want to be the man?
'Cause I have them choppers,
Bb
pop off and change the whole plan
Cm
See me swerving in the
'Burban with them clips in it
Right behind that triple black
conversion with them bricks in it
Gm
Ab
And I'll forever be a hustler
my whole life
Getting rich once,
Bb
'bout to get rich twice
Cm
Jumping out the Benz,
jumping in the Vipe
Playing Ferraris and Bentleys
Gm
and lear jet flights
Ab
Guess I'm hooked in, feels so good
Pay big money for being so hood
Bb
Cm
And if y'all know me, just ask about me
Find out real Gs like to brag about it
Gm
Original gangster
Ab
Popsicle jar, you were just a Pyrex
We about the hood bitch,
straight up out the projects
Bb
Original gangster
Cm
You was thought they digitized, we still
On the triple beam, seven up, B- 12
Original gangster
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