Tonalité : B minor•
Verse 1
Bm
Low ride, hittin' switches, tattooed bitches
3 .50, many soppers with the business
Em
All chromed up,
Bm
get your block blown up
It's that peed up hell,
I mean we don't give a fuck
Em
With them Gatlinburg chasers,
Bm
everybody's racist
2 .23 to the domes and the faces
G
That backyard boogie,
Bm
I'm just tryna get my cookie
Steady, I pour bold with these
cops tryna bug me
G
Gettin' pussy in the streets,
Em
steady clutchin' for my heat
Box my bag for these lames,
cause they talkin' like they deep
Bm
G
Steady mob bin' in my Cortez
Em
Thumpin' up they bald heads
Gang -related tits in my body
till I'm fuckin' dead
Bm
Keegee baggin',
Em
the little homie slangin'
This shit is fuckin' real,
motherfuckers get to anglin'
See the sinner gets to dumpin' West
Coast keep it bumpin'
Another killer Cali kid always
into somethin'
Bm
G
Bm
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Gang -related tits with
them bald heads
G
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Bm
Gang -related tits with them
bald heads
G
Mommy down the streets in my Cortez
Bm
Gang related tits with them
bald heads
G
Mommy down the streets in my Cortez
Bm
Gang related tits with them bald heads
G
I sit on back down,
Bm
blue bandana swangin'
Bald head Mexicans and
we gang bangin'
G
Dope slangin' on the regular
Keep my circle to a minimum,
Bm
down to the regulars
Em
Bm
I got a throwaway strap,
a throwaway cellular
They smell the weed and
know it from Kelly, huh?
Em
Look, I was mobbin' down
Bm
the streets in my Cortez
Shoot 9mm's like some warheads
G
Em
We like east up, homie, what it do?
Fireball heads covered in tattoos
Bm
G
Never run, you bust,
Em
we bustin' back, fool
Never mind the talk,
cause that's what rats do
Unload, reload, move back and cap you
Get out of line, I fuck around and slap you
Bm
I ain't playin', homie,
Em
that's real talk
I'ma keep it G and hope I
never get caught
G
Bm
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
GANG RELATED TEXTS
WITH THEM BALL HEADS
G
Mommy Down the Street with my quartet
Bm
G A N R L A T E D T E S
W I H T M B A L H E D S
G
mommy down the street
with them ball heads
Bm
g e a n g r l a t e d t e X
S W T M B A L L H A D S
G
MOMMY DOWN THE STREETS WITH aisle
10
Bm
G A G R E L A T E T E X
S W I THAT HANDS
Got my bowl catvic ,lets
you know that i'm from peak town
Run up ,then your gonna' to bleed down
G
You know how ?them
Bm
Eastsiders's get down
Live rhymes ,got you
duckin' in the streets
G
I'm aiming for defeat
Bm
when it comes to you or me
Only homies from the hood,
you're hearing on the beat
G
Walk around like some kid
Bm
with fuzzy oth er sides of beak
Got your bitch under sheets,
you wanna take a little peek
G
Em
Smokin' weed so I look a little faded
Bm
Catch em all alone and it's
Em
getting X -rated
G
Homies spittin' heat
Em
so they're hatin' on the streets
Gangsters on the rise
and we'll always give it up
Bm
For the hood that we claim,
Em
Bm
let em know we bang
Em
It's a niche side thing
and the sop will be the gang
You know what it is,
if you don't we're here to tell you
Comin' up quick, try to trip, get hit
Bm
Mobbin' down the
G
Bm
streets in my Cortez
Gang -related tips with them
bald heads
G
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Bm
Gang -related tips with them
bald heads
G
Bm
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Gang -related tips with them
bald heads
G
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Bm
Gang -related tips with them
bald heads
Mobbin' through the streets,
Em
straight knucklehead fools
Bm
Bald heads, Cortez, soldiers of the suit
Em
Bm
Click so deep that we walkin' in tubes
Double S bangers, homie,
that's no doubt
Em
Bm
Blue bandanas tatted up in low doubt
California gang life,
that's how we live
G
Em
Mexican homies, so we down with the biz
Bm
Enemies, fuck em',
they can rest in my piss
My lyrics certified,
Em
so I represent right
Keep it true in the booth
about the bitch, slap the mic
Bm
Em
Bm
I'm one of the worst, OG from the turf
Em
Heavy gang bangin'
by the end of the verse
Big lazy gangster,
I'm a well -known threat
One of Benny's most wanted,
like crystal meth
Do you like lynch?
Homie, welcome to your death
Just a little something to
show you how we do this
G
Bm
Mami down the streets in my Cortez
Gang related tits with them bald heads
G
Mami down the streets in my Cortez
Bm
Gang related tits with them bald heads
G
Mami down the streets in my Cortez
Bm
Gang related tits with them bald heads
G
Mami down the streets in my Cortez
Bm
Gang related tits with them bald heads
Em
Bm
Cortez on my feet, big hat fitted
Strap in my pants so they
know that I'm with it
G
Mobbin' down the block,
Bm
hoodots right behind me
Don't give a fuck, yeah,
I do this all the time, G
Em
Straight rider from the B,
Bm
come through and see L .A. to I .E.,
G
it's the big one, three
Smashing on you lanes,
Bm
had to make a move
So we stepped in the game
G
We on the come up, I never gave a fuck
Em
Now I'm on the hustle,
Bm
tryna test my fuckin' luck
Em
Bm
Runnin' around strapped
G
and it's never on safety
Em
Southern California where the
motherfuckers crazy
Bm
Racks around my face,
Em
bound to catch a case
2 -2 please, in the clips so here's a taste
Now your life's erased,
it was a big disgrace
Shoulda wore a vest, bitch,
I woulda been a trace
G
Mobbin' down the
Bm
streets in my Cortez
Gang -related tits with them
bald heads
G
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Bm
Gang -related tits with
them bald heads
G
Mobbin' down the streets
Bm
in my Cortez
Gang -related tits with them
bald heads
G
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Bm
Gang -related tits with them bald heads
G
I'm just mobbin'
Em
down the streets
Bm
Mobbin' with that heat right now
I'm on the West Coast,
G
Bm
mobbin' in the East
G
Bm
A B &G homie, this is HBG, homie
G
Still reppin' the West,
Bm
SL with three homie
G
Only fuck with real G's,
Bm
ain't fuckin' with no phonies
In the Inland Empire,
mobbin' by my lonely
G
Life in the back streets,
Bm
everywhere I pack it
Creased up packets, white Cortez
G
Always clean, never tacky
Em
Still playin' a chrome weapon
For them fleas that claim they
wanna blast me
G
A hundred percent Latino,
Em
a suicidal like a packy
Mobbin' down the streets
with the heat under the black G
Got homies in a pen holdin'
me down
Youngsters in the bottle,
heated up all around
G
Mobbin' in my motherfuckin'
Em
Cortez
That's the sound,
blood's the crystal
from the west coast
Homie, that's the brand
Bm
G
Bm
Mobbin' down the streets in my Cortez
Gang related tips with them
bald heads
G
Mobbin' down the streets
Bm
in my Cortez Gang
Related Texts With Them Ball Heads
G
Mami Down The Streets
Bm
In My Corridor Gang
Related Texts With Them Ball Heads
G
Mami Down The Streets
Bm
In My Corridor Gang
Related Texts With Them Ball Heads
As-tu aimé la chanson ?
Tu dois te pour laisser une évaluation.
AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsBm Em G
Plus de chansons de Mr. Criminal
Découvrez des accords pour jouer plus de chansons
Accords populaires dans le monde entier
Accords et tablatures les plus joués par tous les utilisateurs
Ajout récent
Accords et tablatures récents