Tonart: C minor
Verse 1
F
It's like, damn, what we got here?
Mr. Mad Dog got these fools in fear
We now collaborate,
rhymes penetrate
Through smart clip, we eliminate
Dm
Bustas, suckas, ruckas, we got it 9 mil,
F
ya feel it, who shot it?
Am
F
Big Dog, perro loco
Dm
F
Oxnard, chicas, rollin' solo
It's like that when we catch you slippin'
It's like that when the big
dog's slippin'
Dm
I'm bellin', I'm shovin' Hunthas cuff,
F
but Chucks still scuffin'
Am
F
Click clack, step back and buck
F
Am
big dawg don't give a fuck
F
No fakin', fool is real
Mad dog loadin' up, I'm not nil
Am
F
Roundside riders
as we check down our hit list
Takin' care of business,
F
And we'll show you we can rip this
J -O -S -E, mad dog in profile
Am
F
Panda and clean, that's the 805 style
Can't fuck with us,
cause we got the gangsta sound
Mr. Clean be the name,
Am
representin' playground
F
Y 'all need to watch out,
Dm
F
cause we headed to your town
Am
Dm
Five brown riders just roaming around
F
Dm
F
All locked out just smoking a pound
Am
How you like us now?
F
If you don't like us now
Am
F
just let the trigger go
Am
F
Am
F
Dm
It's time to rock
F
Am
F
Am
F
Am
F
Am
F
I'm a I'm a ninja, I'm I'm a ninja, I'm a
Am
F
Fly with the best, come and test the rest
Dm
F
Brown side riders overcoming the rest
Am
F
As I ride, slide, haters tryna hide
Dm
When they see us mobbin' deep,
Cause we be mobbin' them streets
like we just don't give a fuck
Am
F
Smiling with a grin,
mama face, havin' fun
One puff, two puff, then I'm done
Am
F
It's just a little taste of the 9mm gun
Dm
F
Let me keep it real, I'll shoot you too, kid
Am
F
Take all your fatty out, do it for the three
Dm
You can't fuck with us,
F
we're brown sight things
like a wolf pack
F
Dm
we're bitches mad dog in that vato shade
F
My homie Profile sharpening up his blade,
with wicked panel and my homie clean
Am
F
I'm that fucking cuervo that muerte brings,
Dm
F
in the middle of the night
I'm the one who sings
Am
F
I'm the mass murderer,
in your fucking dreams
Dm
I'll make you scream
this denny combination is bad for your
Am
F
Am
health
F
Am
F
Round to down with a gangster twist
Straight up out that 1, 2,
Bm
F
Try to diss and you're getting checked
Lay your ass out on the
motherfucking deck
Am
F
What the fuck do you think this is?
You hate me so much
you wanna cut your wrist
Bm
F
Damn, what a motherfuckin' trick
Open up wide and get a taste of the clique
Am
F
You thought self -confidence
tapes would work
And give you the balls to creep,
Bm
F
F
well right Luke Charlie, you better think again
Dm
Before you fuck with these
How do we do what we do?
Step to Mr. Paddock
and your ass is through
Bm
Am
F
Try to clown and you'll get found
With your dick taped up
F
to your motherfuckin' mouth
I'm a bitch, I'm in trouble,
F
I'm a bitch, I'm in trouble
Outro 1
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