Tonart: F major
Intro 1
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You know how we do it when we
Verse 1
rollin' and smashin'
G
West Coast, South Side,
in a high -powered fashion
Am
C
Puttin' the camp on a map
G
Am
and it's somethin'
G
C
And it's like that, so I think we gotta let em know,
G
love, I few will hate
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while many that's a life of criminal
Am
C
Hello, and it's the one you cannot see,
G
to know me is to hate me
Am
and they call me Capone
Moms are let loose, baby,
C
there ain't no holdin' me down,
G
to the top is where I'm headed,
Am
how you likin' me now?
G
Am
All the salt that you're shakin'
C
just ain't makin' me quit,
G
I got a vision blowin' up
Am
with that high power click
What's up, Snaps, Capone,
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Marlowe, Scrappy,
and the rest,
G
they wanna hate on real riders
Am
Cause we're making it,
G
Am
guess, but I sug gest
C
You put that bullshit to a rest
G
Cause the ammo that I spit
Am
can't be protected
by your vest
Nevertheless,
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there's always someone trying to test
G
I hope his family prays
Am
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so his soul can be blessed
Am
First he wanted to trip,
C
but then he got into a mess
G
Am
I told these motherfuckers don't stress
G
Yo, this is my time to shine,
C
left alone, my life a crime
G
Now I'm picking up my pen
Am
and getting paid
G
Am
C
From my rise till the day that I die
I'm beginning to win,
G
so I guess I'm in this bitch from beginning to end
C
You know how we do it
when we rolling and smashing
G
West coast, south side,
in a high power fashion
Am
C
Put in a camp on the map
and it's something like that
G
Fully strapped to a tat,
Am
so watch your fucking back
And it's like that,
G
C
so I think we gotta let em know
G
Love how few are hating my mini,
Am
that's a life of criminal
G
Am
C
Hello, and it's the one you cannot see
G
To know me is to hate me
Am
G
and they com ing up on me
C
Ooh wee, on this gangsta mix
G
Jump down from my bop,
Am
G
your fools wanna trip
Am
C
On the gangsta lean, enemies to bleed
Am
I'ma come up with my AR -15,
G
bitch please
Bm
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We suck a free and we ain't gonna stop
G
In a way that never finish
Am
till our albums drop
G
Am
Top, top, top,
C
it's what we do all the time
Am
Sound scan underground
with a platinum vibe
G
Where the summer shine,
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in this killer Cali state
G
Elevate as we demonstrate
Am
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the mu sic we create
Am
Never fake, always regulate,
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participate, celebrate
G
Watchin' for them snakes,
Am
shakin' haters by the freight
G
C
Penetrate, but this is all I ain't done
One by one they come,
G
Am
and one by one they sprung
G
Am
We ain't done, son,
C
we on top of the league
You know how we do it,
Am
just makin' them G's
C
You know how we do it
when we rollin' and smashin'
G
West coast, south side,
Am
G
in a half -hour fashion
Am
C
Puttin' the camp on a map
and it's somethin' like that
G
Fully strapped to attack,
Am
so watch your fuckin' back
And it's like that,
C
so I think we gotta let em know
G
Love how few are hated by many,
Am
that's the life of criminal
G
Am
Hello, huh,
C
and it's the one you cannot see
G
To know me is to hate me,
Am
and they call me the pony
C
Now you motherfuckers know
exactly where we're comin' from
G
The pony criminal, here we come,
Am
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get tin' the job done
Am
Number one in this game,
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could give a damn about the fame
Am
Bm
In it for the dollars change,
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yo fuck the chump change
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Rearrange the game
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and drop some real shit bruh
G
Big Southside life
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and we're coming off tight
Am
Ignite the spike,
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what these bitches gotta say
G
Am
All day, everyday making hits that pay
G
Hard way, overspray,
C
that's the way that it is
G
Am
G
Top biz never slip up in this rapping bin
Am
Tricks are for kids,
C
so leave that chump shit at home
G
Domination when you're facing
Am
criminal and capone
G
Packin' crones in our zone
C
and we never can be faked
G
Player hated, innovated,
Am
G
everything gang related
Am
C
Now we made it, why you hatin'?
G
We the truest of the fewest
Am
and you know how we do it
C
You know how we do it
when we rollin' and smashin'
G
West Coast
Outside in a hop -hop fashion
Am
C
Put in the camp while I'm laughin'
It's something like that
G
Bullets strapped, you attached,
Am
so watch your fuckin' back
And it's like that,
G
C
so I think we gotta let em know
G
Love, I feel we're hittin' my mini,
Am
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that's a life of criminal
Am
C
Hello, an d it's the one you cannot see
G
To know me is to hate me,
Am
and they call me a phony
G
You know how we do it
C
when we rollin' and smashin'
G
West Coast
Outside in a hop -hop fashion
Am
C
Put in a camp while I'm laughing
It's something like that
G
Footage strapped to a desk
Am
So watch your fucking back
And it's like that
G
C
So I think we gotta let them know
G
Love how few are hated by many
Am
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That's a libel criminal
Am
C
Hello, an d it's the one you cannot see
G
To know me is to hate me
Am
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C
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And they call me the phony
Am
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Em
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You
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