キー: G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
They don't let the
beast out
the motherfuckin' cage, homie
I'ma keep saying whatever the
fuck I wanna say
whatever the fuck's on my mind
Dropping these rhymes
whenever the fuck I want
Eb
Gm
Yeah, yeah, keep the shit movin',
stop pretendin'
Eb
Gm
Comin' straight from the belly
of the underground,
they lovin' the sound, the skin is brown
Plus I've been around
to the motherfuckin' gangbangers
No ride scrapers, homies usin',
Just like the Dodgers and the Lakers,
Eb
Gm
this is death before the start
I'm about to go to Vegas,
spend a couple G's in the night
Money, fuck it, I'ma burn that,
that's it, fuck the past
Keep the shit jumpin',
streets bouncin' like hopscotch
Eb
Gm
Rop pers poppin' off at the mouth,
fuck on pop shots
West coast, pop block, that's it
Eb
Gm
cause we pop blocks, that's it
It's Mr. Criminal comin' with
shit for the blue
Representin' my raza,
I've been ten years deep
Eb
Gm
in this motherfuckin' gang
This says a lot
Out here, every single motherfuck
Every single motherfuckin' gear
droppin' two, three,
Who's can't run with this clique?
Eb
Gm
Right here in Southern California,
three strikes, you're out
Vodka's quick to bust,
suggest you watch your route
Food's quick to check,
till we knock them out
Best to pray you don't get caught up
that's what I'm talkin' bout
Plan, plot, strategize
until we box them out
That's it,
we known as California savages
Sicker than the average,
understand why haters mad at us
Talkin' like they wanna give it to em
see them albums add em up
What I owe to the streets,
I was tryin' not to feel them handcuffs
Still doin' shows worldwide,
we bringin' the shit
Like I said, ha,
Eb
Gm
I'm chasin' that motherfuckin' bread
It's 2010, high power soldiers
till the motherfuckin' wheels fall off
As a matter of fact,
them motherfuckers just got upgraded
Now uh, couple things
I've been noticing
Who's comin' real sloppy
Talkin' bout Chicano rap,
but they ain't representin' shit
for the West Coast
Homie, you gotta spit like this
I get work at a stake like a freight truck
Talkin' shit'll get you battered,
boots is scraped up
that's to get your back up
Rockers turnin' batter,
get your breast,
Smokin' blunts on my
Then I fly to Europe
smokin' weed, sippin' syrup
Eb
Gm
Then off to Japan, drinkin' sake,
spinnin' grass
But no matter where I travel,
take it back to the Southland
Keep the crowd bouncin'
while you cruisin' in a down spin
Eb
Gm
Ha ha, yeah, I got accounts man,
high power soldier worldwide
It's a criminal steady clan, I'm like
Ha ha ha ha ha,
Eb
Gm
this shit is funny to me, yeah
I see these motherfuckers
get together,
standing all hard on
the motherfucking covers
We about to fall apart quick
trying to come together,
make all these motherfucking shit
that's a death before the sun
It's this 45 on me,
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