Tonalité : F minor•
Verse 1
Fm
Hey bitch,
so what's up for tonight?
Well, I called up for Capone
Db
Fm
and he's gonna come down. Nuh -uh.
Yup, and when he gets here,
you better go to the room.
Db
Fm
What? Who is it?
Mr. Capone,
I'm here to give you a little
Db
fucking visit.
Fm
Don't get it twisted.
I'm a rider from the south.
A dirty mild dodgeman.
Db
I just twined with your lady spouse.
Fm
In your house.
You make your fucked faces
Db
while my fine fingers in your pouch.
Fm
Drink this rum. Drink it.
While you're calling me honey.
Playin' you for a dummy
Db
while I'm jackin' all your money
Fm
It's funny how stupid bitches
get jacked up for this shit
Letting vault holes in the paint,
Db
Fm
but I ain't game like a pimp
Will I ever quit?
Fuck the shit,
I keep gettin' the money
Db
Bitchin' riches while you
bullshittin'
Fm
Thinkin' I'm a sith,
fuck you on my outlaw
Db
Wait to break your jaw
and leave your body in chalk
Ab
Fm
Walk out the cemetery,
havin' fear in my name
And the things I claim, no,
mine's true to the game
Db
Fm
On my south side,
riders keep truthin' again
Db
On my west side, riders keep truthin' again
Fm
All my east side riders
keep true to their game
Db
Fuck the fame, real outlaws stay the same
Fm
All my south side riders
keep true to their game
Db
All my west side riders
keep true to their game
Fm
All my east side riders
keep true to their game
And when you see a fucker lame,
Db
put a baller in his brain
Fm
It's a shame
Our foes claim strikes
but never end their life
Db
Fm
Ever gang bang, not to say no names
But be true to their game
All this will let you know,
Db
Mr. Capone's been the same
Fm
Before I came, I still was known
Rumors about Mr. Capote
Db
since I was 13 years old
Fm
He's this, he's that,
he's fuckin' wack
While all these haters
tuggin' behind my back,
Db
I'm col lectin' the snaps
Fm
Fuck a rat and a snitch
and a lover and a buster
Db
Motherfucker keepin' it real
Ab
for them hustlers
Fm
Youngsters,
go ahead and throw them signs
And let's ride, daddy die,
Db
fuck the white times
Fm
No sunshine, it is California State
We're earthquake renegades
Db
and fools that take
Fm
Make no mistake,
cause we're livin' insane
All my real riders feel me change,
Db
shoot it again
Fm
All my Southside riders keep tunin' again
Db
All my Westside riders keep tunin' again
Fm
All my Eastside riders keep tunin' again
Db
Fuck the fame, real outlaw, stay the same
Fm
All my Southside riders keep tunin' again
Db
All my Westside riders keep tunin' again
Fm
All my Eastside riders keep tunin' again
And when you see a fuckin' lame,
Db
put a baller in his brain
Fm
Never will I change
Db
And change my life for you,
what you think, homie?
I'm snortin' cocaine
Fm
Showin' no remorse
The source of the courses
remains distorted like a
Db
mothafuckin' sport
Fm
Sitting on lifts
With bumper kit, hydraulics,
Db
rips, and gasses I like
Fm
To trip, trip, trip
Tipping in my ride
Bounces out of sight,
keepin' a real sucker
Db
freein' for the ride
Fm
Are you being hated?
I guess that fool is waving,
thinking when they're weak
Db
and they ain't nothing,
Fm
nothing I said, life is full of rats
So homies, watch your back
and keep it matter,
Db
don't trust no man
Fm
What about them hoes?
I thought you know how it goes,
Db
same time, same flow, same show
Fm
Skrpon you did it again
I don't let no one get you down homie
Db
And keep it true to the game yeah
Fm
On my south side riders
keep true to the
Db
On my west side riders
keep true to the game
Fm
On my east side riders
keep true to the game
Db
Fm
Db
Fuck the fame real out law stay the same
Fm
On my south side riders
keep true to the game
Db
On my west side riders
keep true to the game
Fm
On my east side riders
keep true to the game
And when you see a fucker
late
Db
Fm
put a father in his brain
Db
On my south side riders keep
Fm
On my west side, riders keep truthin' again
On my east side,
Db
riders keep truthin' again
Fm
Fuck the fat real outlaw, stay the same
On my south side,
Db
riders keep truthin' again
Fm
On my west side, keep truthin' again
Db
On my east side, keep truthin' again
Fm
And when you see a fuckin' lay foot,
Db
I'm all out in his brain
Fm
Db
Fm
Db
Fm
Db
Fm
Bye for now.
Db
Fm
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