Tonart: C minor•
Intro 1
C5
Cm
C5
Cm
Verse 1
C5
Okay,
Cm
fresh tatts on the neck
C
Ghetto smile on the face
Cm
Hennessy is in the cup,
C5
Cm
Pillsbury on the waist
C5
Cm
20 G's on the wrist,
haters better give me space
Bosses don't give a fuck,
Long Beach is in the place
C5
Yeah, what's really real?
C
Y 'all know the dilly dill
Cm
Silly skill, got my necklace
froze on chili chill
C5
C
Cm
Fuck crumbs, give me mills,
crooked say what he really feel
You milly, vanilla nickel,
that's your Achilles heel
C
Me, I'm in them white tees
and them ice cream sneakers
Cm
I'm a cream fiend for the green,
Cm
Me and my team on the scene
Cm
I'm takin' over the streets,
it ain't a pipe dream, neither
Why you lookin' mad?
C
You don't have to meme, muggers
Cause the whip shut down,
duh, magazine covers
C5
Jealous cats feelin' like
C
they have to bring ruckus
Cm
But without sippin' syrup,
that strap -a -ling suckas
Dm
Cm
you can find me in the back
of the club
with my hat down, yes
G
And if you really grindin',
C
Cm
let me see you reach into your pocket,
pull a stack out, yes
Cm
then I can reach for the side of my hip
and pull the strap out
C
Gangsta, plus I got my gangstas
Cm
in the place low -key,
in case you wanna act out
C
Yeah, this is how we do our thing
We walk in the club deep,
Cm
chicks diggin' a nigga slay
Love when the thugs speak,
Hollywood shades on
Spittin' at them young freaks,
pull em off the dance floor
Put em in the front seat,
C
me and my whole crew, wow
Cm
Hustle at the loot pile, new smile
20 -carat grill, what it do now?
Crooked got a new style,
stop him, who shall?
Stick together, get the cheddar,
I'ma show your crew how
If it's paper, go, go, go
Cm
If it's fatty cheese or dinero,
you better go, go
Do it like I do it and
C
Cm
Ride like I ride and Roll like I roll then
You can follow me, come on
I ain't been rappers on MTV
Throwing up W's
but you never see them in LBC
Or CPT or SC
Where do you be?
We wouldn't see your face
C
Dm
If you wanna see me
you can find me
Cm
in the back of the club with my head down
C
Dm
And if you really grindin'
C
Cm
let me see you reach into your
pocket pull a stag out
If you wanna beef
C
Cm
then I can reach for the side of my hip
and pull a strap out
Cm
in the place low -key
in case you wanna act out
But you gotta do it like me,
on a corner like me
Ice in the bezel like me,
C
Cm
show you how to do it like me
Aight, Dodger hat, stupid low,
medallion with dumb bling
Coupe cars, foolish dope,
ten diamonds in one ring
T's from the swap meet,
thuggin' on the club scene
Teflon to block heat,
wearing it like sunscreen
Yeah, what the deal is?
C
Cm
Crooked been the real biz, still is
Whole crew hungry, we can feel ribs
Sick whips and ill cribs
C
Nope, I don't feel pigs
Cm
And please don't pop off
your boy -boy pill wigs
Yeah, I'm from the home
C
of the Chevy Impala car keys
Cm
Still, I gotta park my Ferrari
under the palm trees
C
It's a brand new day on the West
Cm
Not to hate on the rest,
but hey, stay on your best, okay?
Cm
in the back of the club
with my hat down
Gangsta, and if you really grindin'
Cm
let me see you reach into your pocket,
pull a stack out
Hustlin', if you wanna beef
Cm
then I can reach for the side
of my hip
and pull a strap out
Gangsta, plus I got my gangstas
Cm
in the place low -key
in case you wanna act out
Hustlin'
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