Тональность: A minor
Verse 1
Am
G
Am
It's
Greyblock,
Dm
listen to the sound of that street life
G
Am
We glide 24 -7 under the street lights
And when we ride,
it's them guns we trust
Em
Barcelina, you ain't thugs like us
Am
Dm
Greyblock comin' with that street life shit
G
Get your damn phones
Am
to erase your whole clip
We ridin' real thick,
C
Dm
stayin' deeper than you
Em
But you better make a path,
Am
GP's comin' through
Twist your neck back and
C
Dm
over your shoulder
Am
cause the game ain't over
Great plot in the house with the
C
G
Spice
Dm
One
We got a lot of bullets but they
Em
always leave the gun
Am
Empty out the clips and re
Dm
G
We pickin' off everyone
Am
that ain't a friend
C
Dm
I'm a dirty thug, man, that's my steez
Em
If you wanna fuck with me,
Am
then you better bring a
G
C
Dm
Quick to pull out and quick to pull back
G
The first motherfucker to
Am
make a trigger snap
I blast when I bust,
C
Dm
and I bust with a blast
When it comes to men standing,
Em
I'mma be the last
Am
If the shit ain't right,
C
Dm
I'mma scatter the lot
G
And the fire keeps going,
Am
tell everybody stop
I ain't fucking around,
C
Dm
I'll put your ass in the ground
G
If you're looking to my eyes,
Am
that's where hell is found
Streetlight,
C
Dm
this is the sound of that streetlight
G
Am
We climb 24 -7 under the streetlights
And when we ride,
C
it's them guns we trust
Em
Barcelina, you ain't those like us
Am
She on the grey block,
C
Dm
comin' with that street life shit
G
And you use your damn tools to
Am
erase your whole clique
Riding real thick,
C
Dm
staying deeper than you
Em
But you bet ter make up half,
Am
G .B.'s comin' through
Now when the moon is full and
C
Dm
the clock strikes the 12 hour
G
Niggas ridin' for money,
Am
put the pussy paper in power
They don't wanna see this
G bussin' niggas sufferin'
Dm
With repercussions of a boss rider
Em
When I put this hot lit incisor, I'm fire
Am
Never will I let you bitch nig
C
Dm
gas go get the best of me
G
Am
Hit em up with them hottos, never gave a fuck,
don't be testin' me
C
Dm
Got a grey block, put a plot in the grave
Em
Am
My spice with no sugar, I spill your
Kool -Aid, n***a
C
Dm
My coupe, rollin' up with them diamonds,
G
shinin' blindin' bitches
Am
Attracted to them thugs, three bitches, but I
All she get is some bubblegum
I'm not a trick,
Em
I'm a treat for the dick as hard as my clique
Am
Gang -ghetto attitude,
C
Dm
manipulatin' the environment
G
I'm im mortalized, n***a,
Am
ain't no fuckin' retirement
Bars are flamey, fatty chinkos,
C
Dm
a pen on my talent mines
Am
Bow down and kiss my pinky ring,
n***a, and call me
Sire
This great plot is to the sound
Dm
of the street lights
G
Am
We climb 24 -7 under the street lights
And when we ride,
C
it's them guns we trust
Em
Barcelena, you ain't thugs like us
Am
Greenblock comin'
Dm
with that street life shit
G
Now you can't be them fools
Am
to erase your whole clique
Ridin' real big,
C
Dm
stayin' deeper than you
Em
And you better make a path,
Am
GP's comin' through
I'm from the
C
Dm
M -I -L -N -E -A -S -T -P -A
G
Am
You hell, that's where my boys stay,
with them
K's
We gon' chop it down with
C
Spice, one from the bay
Dm
And anybody talkin' down six feet
Em
deep is where they lay
Am
I'm the illa killer, gorilla,
C
Dm
capilla from the pillar
G
You niggas don't want it, win
Am
or we split it, who's out to get ya?
Hit you with triggers,
C
you niggas forfeit your figures
Dm
Em
My fingers steady,
Am
itching to grip a clip an d deliver
Hollow heads that swallow heads
C
Dm
and leave you ballers dead
G
Put a full clip in your stomach,
you want it?
Am
Make sure that you hollow pad
Know I'm nothing new to this,
C
Dm
feed you bullets like nu trients
Em
With my gun off in the cloud and clapping round,
it's dark to shoot and shit
C
always on a murderous grind
Dm
G
You never heard of a mind
Am
quite as disturbing as mine
C
I got a clock nine, but it verbally rhymes
Dm
But if you really want it,
Am
I can make sure that you die
Dm
This is the sound of that street life,
G
Am
we grind 24 -7 under the street lights
And when we ride,
C
it's them guns we trust,
Em
Barcelina, you ain't thugs like us
Am
C
Dm
Greenblock comin' with that street life shit,
G
Am
shoot them tools to erase your whole clique
C
Dm
Ridin' real good, stayin' deeper than you,
Em
but you better make a path,
Am
GP's comin' through
G
This is the sound of that street life,
Dm
Am
we grind 24 -7 under the street lights
And when we ride, it's them guns we trust
Am
Barcelina, you ain't thugs like us
Yeah!
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