Tonalité : B major
Verse 1
C
Well, there's mad gangs,
but only one got control
Wherever they roam,
from north pole to south pole
G
C
Ice cold with a vice hold on all crime
G
They gettin paid even
C
if they shit is small time
All your dimes'll get took,
yo watch them sling (?) them things
Cause they nothin but a gang of crooks
Things look like they'll be here
for a while
Momi and Daddy better fear
for they chile
Cause they style is not just makin
a fast chickens (?)
Em
C
They also into murder and ass kickin
Distortion and kidnappin,
the kid is black
Em
Handsome ransome they just get
C
you your kid back
But either way they gonna make a loot
Am
C
If they keep the kid he's gonna
Em
C
do a bit as a prostitute
Owin freak (?) for some T.
A. N. G. (?)
From six to sixty- six they count
us catchin thick (?)
Shit sticks in your mind
Make a nigga wanna go
out and fight crime
I write rhymes as an answer
to they gang size
D
C
If they wanna jack your car
you can sang mines
D
C
Gang
Verse 2
Am
C
D
C
D
C
bang Gang bang
Am
Po lice ain't nothing
C
D
C
Am
but a gang
Verse 3
C
Date rapes, got the shakes since the
first of the month
Em
So you gotta play,
C
the cheque cash close (?)
You know you gotta make
up that loss
A
So when the cut was butt (?) and
Em
C
the work was dirt
A whole baggage fucked up ?), you know
you're de man
Am
You gotta head him off,
C
if you still want the block
So he can look the other way,
D
if he catch you with the Glock
C
All de cook up, he might
give you the hook up (?)
So you don't get moves
D
C
downtown in the tombs
New gang member,
he's a rookie and his wid extortion (?)
Am
He got a wife and his daughter
D
wanna a pony
C
His man's a Columbian
And they both got they hands in the soup
D
And you gotta hit off your group
C
Niggas to be outside til like
four in the mornin
Niggas with the toast so when the
gang get too close
Am
A
C
Naw a gang don't play by the rules
and they up they demands
Gotta grease mo hands,
gotta get mo work
Gotta get more weight,
gotta stay up late
D
And travel out of state,
C
D
C
hey fuck the gang fucks nothin
Niggas are bluffin,
Am
as they snatch you for the kidnap they don+t even
C
Show
Got fucked in the ass,
Em
C
so now who's the ho
Gang 88 (?), mo kinds of dicks,
don't give a fuck about the brothers
As long as they get they cash,
News flash
These kids is the worst, if you see 'em
Em
C
Then you better hit em first
Don't shoot til you see
D
the whites of they eyes
C
Hands and thighs,
Em
C
they might front and sell ya been pies (?)
D
Black man, don't trust those lies
C
Cause the gangs is a bunch
Em
C
of dicks
Verse 4
D
C
Gang bang Gang bang
Am
C
D
Po lice ain't nothing but
Am
C
a
D
Am
gang #4
C
This
Verse 5
D
Am
D
C
song is dedicated
Am
to all the original gangsters out there
C
You know what I+m sayin NRPD, NYPD,
Am
LAPD, state troopers
C
D
C
And all the Pds in Queens, FBI, CIA, DEA,
TNT, ATN, INS, FEMA, Interpol
National Guard
Em
C
Coast Guard, Army, Navy, Airforce,
Marines, Secret Service, and all the
Rest of the
Motherfuckin hogs out there rollin in the mud
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