Tonalité : D minor
Verse 1
Am
We dem two city gangstas,
bangin out your stereo
Southwest hustlers, hittin up your area
We got the block high,
that's why we get it crackin
We in the club playin, in the VIP section
the top of the world, gettin money,
ain't no one ballin
Cops watchin me close,
but I can hear the game callin
I ain't leavin the block no way, no how,
C
I'ma keep it gangsta
Am
That's just my style,
got my goons on the block
Waitin' ready for war, one word
Have one of my killers
kickin' down your door
This is somethin' that could happen,
it's nothin' to a boss
What you spent on your ride,
G
I spent on my cross
Am
I can go to the dealer and buy a new Lack
I ain't Lil' Flip, but I can do that
Homie, who's that in that
big body Benz?
When the Benzo stops,
C
Am
the rims still spin
It's an evident fact,
I'm an intelligent man
And every time I'm in the lab,
I always blow up a track
Catch me countin' the stack,
drop low, top back
C
Money in the southwest,
Am
yeah it's like that
We them Duke City gangstas
banging out your stereo
Em
Am
Southwest hustlas hitting up your area
We got the block hot,
that's right we get it cracking
We in the club player in the VIP section
We them San Diego gangstas
banging out your stereo
West coast hustlas hitting up your area
We got the block hot,
that's right we get it cracking
We in the club player in the VIP section
Alright listen,
mayhem click in the building
Shadow motherfuckers still
running the business
Witness the overtake,
make no mistake
I'm out in state with California plates
G
Am
You know the name,
M -O -N -D -O -T -S -H -A -D -O -Double
Yeah, I keep stacks, that bad, I duffle
I love to hustle, trust no one but me
Your bitch loves a real
gangsta's company
From San Diego to the city of Dukes
C
It's all the same, we love to bang,
Am
stack, bang, and smoke fruits
You're all flukes,
there's no truth to your life story
Better come strapped if you come
to my territory
There's no glory in whining,
so stop bitching
I'm from the land of weed,
glass, and coke shippin'
I stay grippin', so who's trippin'?
619 to the 505, we flippin'
G
Am
Check with them San Diego gangstas
Bangin' out your stereo
West Coast hustlas hittin' up your area
We got the block hot, that's right,
we get it crackin'
We in the club playa in
G
the VIP section
Am
We San Diego gangstas
Bangin' out your stereo
West Coast hustlas hittin' up your area
We got the block hot, that's right,
we get it crackin'
C
Am
G
We in the club playa in the VIP section
Am
So I'm broke as fuck,
they made me a wild dude
Legend of Juice got me writin'
doggy style too
I'm off the hook, fuck you,
you can't dial through
Wanna be me?
Here, walk a mile in my shoes
Bitch, but make sure they lace right
Get off my dick, then tell me what it tastes like West Coast,
I love to see ya light
Clear skies in my wrist like stage lights
I blaze mics so the whores want em
And I got the new Jordans on
before the stores gone em
Cut the tall cans just so I can pour em
Didn't let me in, fuck it, keep the door on em
I been shittin' since Death Row broke up,
we took a nap
And now the West Coast broke up
We never fell off, we still hangin'
C
Am
Kids gettin' jumped in,
G
so they still bangin'
Am
San Diego gangstas,
bangin' out your stereo
West Coast hustlas, hittin' up your area
We got the block hot,
that's why we get it crackin'
C
We in the club playin',
Am
in the VIP seat
We the Duke City gangstas,
bangin' out your stereo
Southwest hustlas, hittin' up your area
We got the block hot, that's right,
we get it crackin'
C
We in the club playin'
Am
in the VIP section
I'm a Duke City gangster,
don't be hateful
Cause I'm droppin' dope shit,
gettin' love in San Diego
Cadillac dippin',
I know you can't stand me
Cause I'm sittin' on dubs
and it's dipped in candy
Pumpin' G -shit, homie, it ain't talk
Hopin' sunroof blowin' up the spot
On the way to the dope shop,
we keep the block hot
Playin' hopscotch with the blocks,
with fat knocks and night blocks
Workin' for Rhyme Props
and I got what I want West Coast love,
cause I'm hot like Tabasco Snake D, McSlick, I rock in shadow, yeah
C
Am
And I keep it that way
Doin' shit with Hitoville and the
crew, the Batcave
I'm not just on the beat,
we keep it raw and uncut
Droppin' the technique, G,
and don't give a fuck, motherfucker
C
Am
I'm a Southwest Hustler
We're the Duke City Gangsters,
bangin' out your stereo
Am
Southwest Hustlers,
hittin' up your area
Am
We got the block hot,
that's why we get it cracky
C
We in the club,
Am
playin' in the VIP section
Am
Bye. Bye. Bye.
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