Tonalité : B major
Intro 1
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Verse 1
Em
Yeah, that's right, homie
F
Em
It's that young brownie, Danger Sovereign Mr. Criminal,
C
Em
I'm about to bust some fools in the motherfuckin' place
F
Em
Cause they don't know
Now how these fools claimin'
that they ballers,
claimin' that they gangstas
Most fools dropped out the gang,
gotta thank ya
Run up on a criminal with a steel,
I was shakin'
If you ain't talkin' bout bank,
C
get your cake up
Em
Rankers, get swallowed
by them Lakers
Talkin' like you're tough,
F
must be dreamin', better wake up
Em
Fast lane smokin' on them
blunts like Jamaica
Belly long so homie tell
em it's a danger
Young brown and dangerous,
banging in your city changing
Holding down the wild west,
F
Em
ducking from them rangers, strangers
They coming up for an autograph, haters
They talk about drama,
C
Em
don't want none of that chatty
Inked up from the front, back balling
Am
Em
Puffing on a fucking hundred sack
In my own zone,
watching payroll grow
Laughing at these little haters,
cause they don't know
I'm just in my own zone,
but they don't know
But they don't know
C
Em
Ten years I've been snatched,
but they don't know
C
But they don't know,
Em
on the top of the game
But they don't know
But they don't know,
C
Em
break the mold, make a chain
But they don't know
But they don't know
These haters want what I got
C
They hate but want in my spot
Em
C
All day, every day, till the day that I die
I keep holding my block
Em
C
These fiends, they just can't see me
Em
C
Em
C
They diss but wanna be me
Em
C
I'm obliqued to my death
Em
and my very last breath is that big H
C
Em
I'm on the top of ten it up, scrap,
but they don't know
Hollow point tips, but they don't know
F
Em
Bigger heat than the trunk,
but they don't know
Hit it in the studio every time I flow
C
Em
Microphone one, two, take a hit
And blow it out,
fools act like they don't know
C
When it's going down,
Em
things on my method,
now it's flowing out
Getting paid, talking about
what fools don't know about
And I do it the best
From the South of California
Fm
and my coast to the West
Em
And I'm built to represent for my flesh
What the streets created
C
On my motherfuckin' chest
Em
And they really don't know
So they better hold it back
And I represent the motherfuckin' West
to my death
Bringin' gangbang symphonies
And mentally I'm killin' em
Levels, hey, but they don't know
the world while they feelin'
I'm just in my own zone
But they don't know
But they don't know
C
Em
Ten years I've been smashed
But they don't know
But they don't know
C
Em
On the top of the game
But they don't know
But they don't know
Break the mold, make a chain
But they don't know
But they don't know
These haters want what I got
C
They hate but want in my spot
Em
All day, every day
C
Till the day that I die, I keep
Em
C
Holdin' my block
Em
C
These fiends, they just can't see me
Em
C
They dis but wanna be me
Em
I'm a rep till my death
C
Em
Till my very last breath,
C
Em
it's that big HPG you
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