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