Тональность: Ab major
Intro 1
Eb
Bb
Eb
Bb
Eb
Verse 1
F
Yeah,
Eb
it's four of my street niggas,
Bb
F
Bb
Eb
Bb
Eb
F
feel it, bounce, uh, survival of the fittest, uh, we out here to get us y 'all,
Bb
F
Bb
Eb
Bb
Eb
Bb
Eb
F
what you gon' do, what you gon' do, clap on, clap off,
Eb
Cm
Clap on, clap off,
Bb
never take that muthafuckin'
Cm
Bb
strap off
Cm
F
Eb
Keep the safety on but
Bb
don't take it off
F
Eb
Where I'm from niggas waitin'
to break you off
Bb
They'll see you out in the streets
Eb
F
Bb
and they peepin' you out
Let them catch you slippin'
Eb
F
and up with a piece in your mouth
Bb
Eb
It ain't no because they got
Bb
Cm
the keys to your house
Bb
Your weed and your car about to spin,
your jeans at the bar
F
Eb
Bb
Fuck that, I know better
Eb
You can't force around
niggas with no cheddar
Bb
See these niggas with no cheese,
Eb
F
they hungry for real
Bb
They huntin' to kill,
Eb
Bb
Eb
F
Bb
and the wheels give you somethin' to feel up in the field
Eb
Bb
Sev en Mile and Ryan,
niggas dyin' tryin' to pump gas
and got pumped in the ass
F
Bb
Eb
Shit, better get somethin'
F
Bb
Eb
to blast back at them suckas,
F
how did this happen?
Bb
Cm
Eb
F
Unh, clap on, clap off,
Eb
Bb
Eb
Bb
Eb
F
Eb
clap on, clap off
Never take your muthafuckin'
Bb
Cm
strap off
Bb
Keep the safety on, but don't take it off
Can't afford to slip,
Eb
F
nothin' but clips up in my nine
Bb
Eb
Cause nowadays and times,
F
it ain't too good on the grind
Bb
Cm
Bb
Niggas pockets like ouch,
F
fell off in the drought
Bb
Eb
Bb
Guy's snot nose, nappy head,
Eb
F
it gets on the couch
Bb
D
Time's running out,
Bb
Red's due, so what he do?
Grab the 22 and try to stick it to you
Eb
Bb
I pack more than a double deuce
Eb
When you see me roll through
Bb
Eb
F
a hundred spokes on the coupe
Bb
I'm heated, not to be cheated,
Eb
fuck around and get your face deleted
Eb
F
Bb
I'm waiting, on the road, nigga hatin'
Take a toke when I'm blazin',
Eb
Bb
Cm
till your hair start achin'
Bb
Ain't no raisin, all sluts penetratin'
F
Funeral in the makin',
F
Bb
I keep my eyes on the streets
Eb
F
Bb
Like street lights, n***a think I'm lyin'
Bb
Eb
Eb
Try to creep and get three strikes
You outta there,
y 'all n****s know
y 'all outta there
Yeah, come on with the rear
If y 'all n****s fakin' to fuck,
y 'all know y 'all outta there
Come with it, get live with
Cm
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