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