Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
Am
New funk, what's up?
These fools don't know
Dm
what's up with the S .E .A.
Am
So let's break them off
a little something like this.
Dm
Am
Right, in the streets of the S .E .A.
Dm
In a city where the fools don't play.
Hit em with the honk,
Am
Dm
D -A -double -D -Y one time.
Am
Right, in the streets of the S .E .A.
Dm
In a city where the fools don't play.
Hit em with a bong,
Am
D -A -double -D -Y one time
Fools think it's easy
being daddy of the funk
Every trick that I meet
Dm
falls in love and wants to hump
Brothers play a hatin' in the
streets cause of my beats
Am
Be hittin' in they jeeps
while they beats make you sleep
And if that ain't enough,
everybody and they mama
Dm
Be pagin' me 247 try
in' to get my number
So I can do they album
and most be comin' booty
Am
And now they say what's up
when months before they never knew me
I'm not even a star yet, MTV is callin'
Dm
I'm just a brother man on two shoes,
steady ballin'
Makin' funky beats
and keepin' brothers off my nuts
Love to hit them goods,
Am
but ain't trippin' off no sluts
It ain't no easy thing
when your beats are comin' stick
Fools be actin' stupid,
Dm
tryin' to turn picky
I say I want three G's and
I'll drop a fat beat
Am
They give me 15, so I give them rats heat
And then there's other crews
claimin' that I'm just alright
Dm
That I ain't comin' tight,
or that I never write
But I ain't never trippin' off
these ballers turnin' tricks
I'm from the 206
Am
where they love to pull them licks and yeah I,
in the streets of the S .E .A.
Dm
In a city where the fools don't play
Am
Dm
Am
Hit em with a hum, D -A -double -D -Y one time I,
in the streets of the S .E .A.
Dm
In a city where the fools don't play
Hit em with a hum, D -A -double -D -Y
Am
one time
I got love for the G's, but I don't bang
In the city of rain,
Dm
it ain't no thang to maintain
I can't complain, so if you slang,
you gots to get your hustle on
C
Run the streets, I make the beats
Am
Dm
while you get your grind on
Am
I represent the clique
that's known this crooked path
Never brag about a bloodbath,
Dm
I brag about my cash
So if you gots to slang or gots to bang,
you do your thang
C
I slang the tracks
Am
that keep me wearing gold chains
And when I hit the clubs,
it's on VIP status
Dm
Am
When I see your ride,
Dm
we both compare who's is the fattest
But P, adapt to this like RBX
Am
I had these bustas
G
thinkin' that I had an ex -coop
Am
Dm
What's the scoop, playa?
Am
Let me break it down
Dm
If you's on my tip, fool,
break me off of Pam
Cause I'll be coming with the
rhythmic heat complete
Now all you junkies take a
Am
toke of these beats
While I'm sitting on them thangs,
laying in that cut
Dm
Letting all these fools know
what's up with these nuts
I'm from the S .E .A. so peep gang
I drop the tracks for the
hustlers in the rain yelling
Am
I'm in the streets of the S .E .A.
Dm
In a city where the fools don't play
In a with a pong,
Am
Dm
Am
D -A -double -D -Y one time I,
in the streets of the S .E .A.,
Dm
in a city where the fools don't play,
Am
in a rhythm from D -A -double -D -Y one
time I represent C -Town,
the town where hogs stack dough,
cause my city's got more than drugs,
Dm
tricks, and six funks
Am
Not just hogs in the hood,
we got some hogs doin' good,
Dm
Am
Dm
also got them type of hogs
splittin' wings if they could
Am
Dm
Am
But uh, the day I can't roll
Dm
through the C -D,
is the day I let my own hood beat me
See, I've been making funky beats
for all the ballers
C
Loving all my brothers
Am
cause they make me stand taller
Getting up the path on the way to Cazelles
Dm
Am
Ride full of freaks and
Dm
a pocket full of mail
Seen the old corner full
of Union Street jeans
Oh please, oh please, oh please
Am
Selling candy, cream, and weed
Things don't ever change, do they?
They stay the same, different cities,
Dm
different streets,
different hoods, same game
And everybody's pointing out
they fingers to blame
C
Slipping away down in the gutters
Am
from the city of rain, we yelling
Dm
I'm in the streets of the S .E .A.
C
Dm
In a city where the fools don't play
Hittin' em with a home
C
Am
Dm
D -A -double -D -Y one time
Am
Dm
Am
I'm in the streets of the S .E .A.
C
Dm
In a city where the fools don't play
Hittin' em with a home
D -A -double -D -Y one time
Am
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about,
you know what I'm sayin'
C
Dm
We got phone daddy,
breakin' em up, cock up
Represent that, represent that,
C
Am
Dm
Am
yeah, keep it on up
Bonk Daddy's in the house,
C
Dm
he's gonna turn it in
Bonk Daddy's in the house,
C
Am
yeah, suck it easy, bro
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