Tonalité : B minor
Intro 1
Am
D
Am
D
Am
D
Am
D
Am
D
Am
D
Am
D
Am
One
Verse 1
D
for possession,
two for the cells
Am
Three motherfuckin' strikes,
D
Am
twenty five with an L
D
Am
What part of the game is this?
D
What part of the game is that?
Am
D
One for possession,
two for the cells
Am
Three motherfuckin' strikes,
D
Am
twenty five with an L
D
Am
What part of the game is this?
D
What part of the game is that?
Am
Twenty
Verse 2
D
five with an L,
three strikes and you can't post bail
Am
How many niggas is you gonna
D
catch without a strap
Am
And at least an ounce of yayo
D
I know some niggas that want
to smoke me G
Am
But I ain't just rollin' up and
catchin' no slugs
D
So these niggas can have their glory
Am
C
Gotta bust back fast, do the dirt ski- mask,
D
are- 15s' split that ass
Am
D
Fuck the po- po,
I'm the nigga with a gat that's quick to blast
Am
I'm takin' a case,
D
cause case is a nigga when I take my life
Am
Spendin' money on straps
D
- but an A.K. is pretty nice
Am
Gotta watch my back,
C
D
when it comes to my life it ain't no price
Am
Sippin' on this yak,
D
peepin' out some niggas shootin' dice
Am
D
Niggas roll by, niggas pull straps
Am
Niggas peel caps and niggas get
D
slugs in they fuckin' back
Am
D
I'd rather be takin' a strike,
me get my ass struck
Am
D
Niggas load back and put one in your
Am
fuckin' gut
Motherfuck Ken Gillson and
D
that three strike shit
Am
I'm rollin' with hollow tip hot ones
D
and about three extra clips nigga
Am
One
Verse 3
D
for possession, two for the cells
Am
D
Three motherfuckin' strikes and
Am
you can't post bail
D
Dsus4
D
Am
What part of the game is this?
D
What part of the game is that?
Am
D
One for possession, two for the cells
Am
Three motherfuckin' strikes,
D
Am
twenty five with an L
D
Dsus4
D
Am
What part of the game is this?
D
What part of the game is
Am
that?
D
Am
D
Verse 4
Am
5- 0 fuckin' off my high,
C
Dsus4
D
pullin' up under they glocks
Am
Talkin' 'bout here's is his block,
D
tellin' me I can't serve no notch
Am
Yola, Coca- Cola,
D
hustlin' for my fetty
Am
D
Kickin' them candy for them fiends blockin'
it up and then you're ready player
Am
But keep your eyes peeled,
C
D
don't swing at least of all
Am
D
They give your ass a strike,
have you lookin' at cell walls
Am
D
Niggas who slangin' them birds better watch
Am
out for your third
D
The judge'll trick a nigga
and throw a fuckin' curve
Am
D
That's when your ass is through,
it ain't shit that you can do
Am
D
Leavin' your ass stuck,
out in your fifty two
Am
D
Sayin' it ain't no sunshine when you're
stuck in a five by seven
Am
D
Twenty five years with a nigga
that you don't know
Better rap with some two- eleven shit
Am
They got you sharp in the shanks
D
put 'em in a hole and take
Am
D
That niggas' crazy psychiatrists
say his mind go blank
Am
D
But youse just trippin' up off the
nigga that you left dead
Am
Thinkin' they wasn't wet them
D
motherfuckin' slugs to the head
Am
D
Damn - but see you in here now
Am
Should have got up on them po- po's,
D
Am
should have got off some rounds
D
Huh, should have got up on them po- po's,
Am
D
it goes
Verse 5
Am
D
One for possession, two for the cells
Am
Three motherfuckin' strikes,
D
twenty five with an L
Am
D
What part of the game is this?
Am
D
What part of the game is that?
Am
D
One for possession, two for the cells
Am
Three motherfuckin' strikes,
D
twenty five with an L
Am
D
What part of the game is this?
Am
D
What part of the game is that?
Verse 6
Am
What part of the game is this?
I wonder who thought it for the
D
shit that they leave to crow
Am
D
Livin' it up in the city it ain't no
motherfuckin' joke
Am
Yo niggas smokin',
D
some niggas they start to hop and get to flashin'
Am
D
Creepin' on niggas and shit,
make a nigga have to get to blastin'
Am
See Mr. Officer I'm just
D
tryin' to survive
Am
Gotta keep my strap on my side
D
or like a tick for my life
Am
When they come to get me,
D
shoot up my body and leave me numb
Am
With a boss nine mil limeter
D
at these niggas,
And let 'em know where
a G is comin' from
Am
So don't try to put me in your
D
concentration camp
Am
D
Cause on my third strike a nigga like
me just gon' straight up vamp
Am
D
Three strike these motherfuckin' nuts,
I ain't givin' a fuck
Am
D
And you ain't takin' me out alive
so you better be quick to duck
Am
D
Fuck the system it's made for
lockin' us niggas down
Am
D
In the year 2010, take
it out, now look around
Am
D
See how many niggas is up in Tracy,
Pelican Bay
Am
Chillin' in San Quentin, no rock,
D
Or chino where them killers
Verse 7
and all the G's lay
Am
Dsus4
D
One for possession, two for the cells
Am
Three motherfuckin' strikes,
D
twenty five with an L
Am
D
What part of the game is this?
Am
D
What part of the game is that?
Am
D
One for possession, two for the cells
Am
Three motherfuckin' strikes,
D
Am
twenty five with an L
D
What part of the game is this?
Am
D
What part of the game is that?
Am
D
As-tu aimé la chanson ?
AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsAm D C Dsus4
Accords populaires dans le monde entier
Accords et tablatures les plus joués par tous les utilisateurs
Ajout récent
Accords et tablatures récents