Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
Am
Em
Am
I take a drive
Em
Am
to the beach
Am
Em
I smoke like we sleepin'
Am
I'm high and I smoke,
sensin' mea to the brain
Am
Em
Am
but your boy is gettin' paid
I rock my Cortez,
Em
take a drive to the beach
I'm smokin' OG,
Am
and my style is straight P
I'm in it just to win it,
Em
Breakin' down the pack, yeah,
Am
Em
that boy is le gendary
Em
Am
Dm
and your boys, they be so scary
Em
Yeah, I know your bitch and that hoe,
Money, money, money,
that's what I be chasin'
Dm
Em
Money, money, money,
Am
I chase it, your boy impatient
I roll with some bitches,
Dm
Em
I smoke a fat blunt,
Am
eatin' chicken fried rice
Dm
Bb
Am
Dm
Buena la loguera, leve con la güera
Am
suficiente no me queda
Em
Pura mota buena, pura vieja buena
Dm
Em
Si mone de Califas, tengo cortes,
Dm
Somos locos, mira como andan estos tipos
Em
Am
Y en grifos, fuman marihuana, ya les digo
Em
We on and we get it,
Dm
we high and we with it
Em
Got it like dippin' and you
know we stay trippin'
mira como andan estos tipos
Em
Y en grifos, fuman marihuana,
Em
Am
Em
We on and we get it,
we high and we with it
Am
Em
Gather like dippin' and you lose,
Am
take a drive to the beach
Cortez on my feet
Am
eyes low like we sleep
Lightin' up the spliffin',
Em
Am
yeah we smokin'
Em
West side, state of mind,
that's how we rollin'
Am
Move your head to the beat
Em
Ray -Bans on my face,
eyes low like we sleep
Am
Lightin' up the spliffin',
Em
Am
Dm
yeah we smokin'
Em
West side, state of mind,
Am
that's how we rollin'
For goodness sake, let me live,
Dm
don't play your hate
Em
My Cadillac is swingin',
Am
smashin' through the interstate
You claim you real,
Em
Dm
Em
but deep inside you know you fake
This ain't no knockoff,
Am
it's that shit you cannot duplicate
I smoke a stick,
Dm
Am
bitches they all love my whip
Em
When I was grown and bad,
Am
the local wasn't gettin' shit
Em
So fuck a bitch, ask my ex,
Em
I don't trade tattoos for pussy,
Am
man, I ain't no fuckin' trick
Dm
Westside, spokes keep spinning
Em
and I slang good ink L .A. style,
Am
that's the beginning,
I remember getting bent
Em
Dm
On a 40 ounce of beer,
Em
tatted up my homies,
early 90s was the year
Am
On that Sherm holding fences,
Cortez, I was reckless
Em
Now I'm cashing out checkers
Am
Em
Am
and some homies took the bitch
Em
So we keep on trucking
while the wee -wee puffing
On the wheel, no bluffing,
Am
Dm
Em
yet to me it's nothing
Am
I take a drive to the beach,
Em
Dm
Em
Cortez on my feet, rollin' 13s,
eyes low like we sleep,
Am
lightin' up the spliff and
Em
Westside state of mind,
that's how we rollin',
Am
Em
move your head to the beat,
Em
Ray -Bans on my face,
eyes low like we sleep,
Am
lightin' up the spliff and yet we smokin',
Dm
Em
Westside state of mind,
Am
Dm
Em
Dm
Am
Dm
that's how we rollin'.
Em
Am
Dm
Em
Am
Dm
Em
Am
Dm
Em
Thanks for watching
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