Tonalité : Bb major•
Verse 1
F
Yo son, what the deal,
D
son? What's really hood, son?
Dbm
The word is bond, shit is real, shit is real
C
Yo son, this block is dead
Nigga need to go over here
Eb
and pop off real quick
Bb
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
Verse 2
You know what I'm sayin', son?
F
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
Eb
I thought that everybody
talked this way
D
Raised on Rakim and Run- DMC
Dbm
So I thought that everybody
C
'Walked This Way'
Verse 3
We fresh, we chill, we def, we ill
It's just some things I was taught to say
Eb
And every Saturday morning
Gm
I watched cartoons with
Eb
a bowl of Frosted Flakes
Verse 4
F
The puberty came,
Eb
started hittin' them cuties with game
D
And the truancy came (uh)
Started cuttin' in just class,
Dbm
C
I was comin' all fast, I was new to game
Used to playin' on TV courtesy
Eb
of video music box
Bb
Plus knew a lot of hustlas, goin' O.T.,
comin' back with the new Hip Hop
Verse 5
F
Like E- 40 holding down the yay (that yay),
Eb
D
N.W.A. in L.A.
OutKast from the A- Town,
Dbm
C
way down in Houston, they play the UGK
I walk and talk kinda fast and thought
Eb
of as a New York kinda rhymer
Gm
Eb
But must New Yorkers got family in South
F
and North Carolina (c'mon)
Verse 6
Eb
L.A. is little Alabama They
walk and they talk with
a country grammar
D
New York think everybody else sound country,
Dbm
C
so they started, started callin 'em 'Bamas
Down south where we buy them hammers,
Eb
down south where we sell them drugs
Down south where life is cheap,
Bb
where they quick to fill you with them slugs
Verse 7
F
It's nothin',
Eb
I'm from New York but I got country cousins
D
It's nothin',
Dbm
you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
C
Want it simply put? You can't rip me,
Eb
when I spit for the set, everyone free
I'ma underground king,
Gm
nigga Pimp C free
Eb
Word up to my man Bun B, what?
Verse 8
F
It's nothin',
Eb
I'm from New York but I got country cousins
D
It's nothin',
Dbm
you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
C
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin',
Eb
the days you're cuttin'
Bb
The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin',
Verse 9
your name is nothin'
F
Growin' up in P.A.,
Eb
D
I knew nobody out there talked like us
Dbm
Nothin' but that county slang,
C
what up, dog? What up, cuzz?
Late night you see us guzzlin' 40's,
Eb
menthols, wine and weed
Sittin' on the back porch,
Verse 10
gettin' zooted, feelin' fine indeed
F
Eb
D
Listenin' to Eric B, and Rakim or EPMD
Cool C and Steady B,
Dbm
C
plus that Public Enemy
Not to mention N.W.A., DJ
Eb
Quik and MC Eiht
Down south we listen to it all,
Bb
we didn't discriminate
Verse 11
F
Then along came Geto Boys,
Eb
Raheem and the Royal Flush
D
Dbm
Rap- A- Lot Records based out in Houston,
C
represents for us
OG style, they cars,
Eb
ditch that 4 and too much trouble
Gm
Our squad is gangsta nig ga,
Eb
put it down for H- Town on the double
Verse 12
F
So I said it's time to hustle,
Eb
got down with my brother C
D
Dbm
Put together UGK and shit,
C
the rest is history
We make hits by the dozen,
Eb
put it down when they said we wasn't
Trust me it's nothin',
Bb
F
just another day in the life for country cousins
Verse 13
Eb
It's nothin', I'm from New York
D
but I got country cousins
It's nothin',
Dbm
you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
C
Want it simply put? You can't rip me,
Eb
when I spit for the set, everyone free
I'ma underground king,
Gm
nigga Pimp C free
Verse 14
Word up to my man Bun be, what?
F
It's nothin',
Eb
I'm from New York but I got country cousins
D
It's nothin',
Dbm
C
you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin',
Eb
the days you're cuttin'
Bb
The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin',
your name is nothin'
Verse 15
F
In Brooklyn, New York,
Eb
I'm down with Large and Marl
D
Dbm
Back in P.A.T., man, we be sippin' the barre
C
I'm down with J from Houston
and I think it should be
Eb
But when I'm out in L.A.,
Bb
I fuck with Ice- T
Verse 16
F
$hort Dog is my OG, we
Eb
been down forever
D
Taught me the game, lane to lane,
Dbm
and keep my pimpin' together
C
Niggas don't understand
by far back in the day
Eb
It was 'mazin' and my brother
Bb
put me up on Black Star
Verse 17
F
Start as blacks off the news,
Eb
I weighed
D
'Cause we isolate ourselves and
Dbm
give our ghetto pass away
C
My niggas passed away in an unreal way
Eb
They mommas' depleted
Gm
I'm just tryna make sure
that their kids straight
Eb
I'm on the
Verse 18
F
Chitlin' tour with
Eb
my mic in my hand
D
Shittin' on these jealous
Dbm
niggaz in the new world clan
C
I wouldn't trade it for nothin',
only a crazy man would
Eb
I represent for the whole south,
Bb
I made it just for my hood
F
The pimpin's good (i got cousins)
Verse 19
Eb
I got cousins (I got cousins), country
D
Dbm
cousins (country cousins)
C
Eb
Like blood that's thicker than water
Gm
(it's nothin'), down dirty 'cross the border
Eb
F
Eb
D
I got cousins (I got cousins), country
Dbm
cousins (country cousins)
C
Eb
Like blood that's thicker than water
Bb
(it's nothin'), down dirty 'cross the border
F
They're my country cousins
Outro 1
Eb
D
Dbm
C
Eb
Gm
Eb
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Eb
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Dbm
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