Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
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Am
Yeah, you motherfuckers already know,
F
Am
Mr. Criminal,
E
Am
E
Am
what the streets created,
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
let em know
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
I know they hate it,
Am
Dm
Am
but they still can't fade it
Bought a silver they classed
a gangrenated
What the streets created
Dm
Am
Elevated to the top of this rap shit
Dm
Am
Dm
Bout to fuck around and drop
Dm
Haters be getting their ass kicked,
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
rolled up and rolled out
Am
Still on top like no doubt,
Dm
Am
Dm
every concert sold out
Blue carpets rolled out
when HBG's all up in the scene
Am
When 30 cars be rollin' deep,
that's us haters
Dm
Just duffin' to be my stucco
between the good and evil light
Am
Still clutchin' the grease,
still lovin' the studio late at night
Bumpin' around, just puffin' the grease,
Dm
still droppin' the trash like
Dm
Smokin' the medical set,
trippin' and breakin' the stress
Lookin' at seven and kissin' all
Am
Dm
up on the fuckin' mat
Southern killer, California,
Am
the spot where I grew up at
Where homies get jumped into the bottles
Dm
and they throw up dead
Still these haters imitate it,
but they still can't fade it
Dm
I'm what these fuckin' streets created,
that's it
Am
I'm what the streets,
what the streets created
I'm what the streets created,
Dm
what the streets created, that's it
Am
I'm what the streets,
Dm
what the streets created
Am
Dm
Am
I'm what the streets created,
F
Dm
what the streets created, that's it
Am
I'm what the streets,
what the streets created
I'm what the streets created,
Dm
what the streets created, that's it
Am
I'm what the streets,
what the streets created
I'm what the streets created
Southside brown pride
Am
flow it through my veins,
still give it up to all those mother
Dm
Am
Dm
fuckers that can say the same
You know my name is Mr. Chris,
Am
I spell it with a capital C
Remember that in 2001,
Dm
still give it up, my mentality
A brand new casualty,
Am
the same but deeper stab for me
Still bringing them guys
Dm
Am
Dm
a new, high power masterpiece
Still these haters cannot last with me
Bb
Dm
Am
And if these vaulters run up,
they get down,
Dm
I'll quickly catch a tragedy
I know the reasons that
Because they're trying to grasp
Dm
their fucking breath
Am
Dm
while I'm just chillin, laughing, G
They been clever, they gonna blast it, G
Am
I'm posting up in Hawaii,
smoking on cushions,
Dm
sipping on daiquiris
All I do is laugh at these
Dm
Waitin' for the perfect time
Am
Dm
to bring you vinyls to your knees
States that they don't represent
Bb
these Southern California streets
Am
What the streets created,
Dm
that's the part motherfuckin' three
Am
I'm what the streets,
what the streets created
I'm what the streets created,
what the streets created
Am
I'm what the streets,
Dm
what the streets created
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
I'm what the streets created,
Am
Dm
what the streets created
That's it
Am
I'm what the streets,
what the streets created
I'm what the streets created,
what the streets created
Am
I'm what the streets,
Dm
Am
Dm
what the streets created
Am
I'm what the streets created,
what the streets created
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