Tonalité : C minor
Verse 1
F
It's like, damn, what we got here?
Mr. Mad Dog got these fools in fear
We now collaborate,
rhymes penetrate
Through smart clip, we eliminate
Dm
Bustas, suckas, ruckas, we got it 9 mil,
F
ya feel it, who shot it?
Am
F
Big Dog, perro loco
Dm
F
Oxnard, chicas, rollin' solo
It's like that when we catch you slippin'
It's like that when the big
dog's slippin'
Dm
I'm bellin', I'm shovin' Hunthas cuff,
F
but Chucks still scuffin'
Am
F
Click clack, step back and buck
Dm
Fool got stuck,
F
Am
big dawg don't give a fuck
F
No fakin', fool is real
Mad dog loadin' up, I'm not nil
Am
F
Roundside riders
as we check down our hit list
Takin' care of business,
Dm
give us the mic
F
And we'll show you we can rip this
J -O -S -E, mad dog in profile
Am
F
Panda and clean, that's the 805 style
Can't fuck with us,
cause we got the gangsta sound
Mr. Clean be the name,
Am
representin' playground
F
Y 'all need to watch out,
Dm
F
cause we headed to your town
Am
Dm
Five brown riders just roaming around
F
Dm
F
All locked out just smoking a pound
Am
How you like us now?
F
This is how we ride
Dm
This is how we roll
F
If you don't like us now
Am
F
just let the trigger go
Am
F
Am
F
Dm
It's time to rock
F
Am
F
Am
F
Am
F
Am
F
I'm a I'm a ninja, I'm I'm a ninja, I'm a
Am
F
Fly with the best, come and test the rest
Dm
F
Brown side riders overcoming the rest
Am
F
As I ride, slide, haters tryna hide
Dm
When they see us mobbin' deep,
F
ridin' side to side
Cause we be mobbin' them streets
like we just don't give a fuck
Dm
Tryna test my luck,
F
watchin' them all duck
Am
F
Smiling with a grin,
mama face, havin' fun
One puff, two puff, then I'm done
Am
F
It's just a little taste of the 9mm gun
Dm
F
Let me keep it real, I'll shoot you too, kid
Am
F
Take all your fatty out, do it for the three
Dm
You can't fuck with us,
F
we're brown sight things
like a wolf pack
Am
We're dan gerous,
F
Dm
we're bitches mad dog in that vato shade
F
My homie Profile sharpening up his blade,
with wicked panel and my homie clean
Am
F
I'm that fucking cuervo that muerte brings,
Dm
F
in the middle of the night
I'm the one who sings
Am
F
I'm the mass murderer,
in your fucking dreams
Dm
I'll make you scream
F
And watch yourself,
this denny combination is bad for your
Am
F
Am
health
F
Am
F
Round to down with a gangster twist
Straight up out that 1, 2,
Bm
F
Try to diss and you're getting checked
Lay your ass out on the
motherfucking deck
Am
F
What the fuck do you think this is?
You hate me so much
you wanna cut your wrist
Bm
F
Damn, what a motherfuckin' trick
Open up wide and get a taste of the clique
Am
F
You thought self -confidence
tapes would work
And give you the balls to creep,
Bm
F
F
well right Luke Charlie, you better think again
Dm
Before you fuck with these
F
crazy ass Mexicans
How do we do what we do?
Step to Mr. Paddock
and your ass is through
Bm
Am
F
Try to clown and you'll get found
With your dick taped up
F
to your motherfuckin' mouth
Am
It's time to rock
I'm a bitch, I'm in trouble,
F
I'm a bitch, I'm in trouble
Outro 1
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