Tonart: G major•
Intro 1
G
Cm
G
Cm
G
Verse 1
G
Cm
I give a shot
to all my niggas on top
Risk takers that won't stop
Black titans from the worst blocks,
G
know you only live once
Dm
Don't care, no fears,
G
true as jail or as hell
But yet I'm prepared
Cm
and every nigga in my atmosphere
Rather die than be broke, shoot,
get me caught, we dumpin' toe -to -toe
G
Pair quads fuckin' with my mentor,
Dm
G
Dm
G
got me lovin' dirty gas
Throw money and kill again,
Cm
folks, mobbin' with me,
ridin' for the big dough
Back in the day,
we woulda robbed you for
your goose code
G
Runnin', nigga, no joke,
old folks used to say
Dm
I would make twenty -eight,
G
disobedient,
soon to see an early grave
Cm
But more than proved them wrong,
I got the fix for ya Jones
Hit it big and brought the thugs along
F
Cm
G
An d they down for the two wrong
Dm
And quick to put it on the line
Cm
I'm hookin' soldiers up in Jujuru
And hella sets in South Central
where they gunnin' with the MAC -8s,
deuce
G
These boys up in Detroit,
Dm
soldiers in St. Louis
G
Show me how to get my mind polluted
Cm
Peace, my P -89 Ruga
Strapped and ready, tell the rollers
time to face the music
Strapped and ready, tell the road
it's time to face the music,
pull out and shoot it
Cm
Rich in California, on one,
see the feds get heated
when the money come
Government,
G
they wanna keep a nigga in the slum
Dm
They tryna hit me with the act
G
cause I'm baller, three gold
Cm
Rich in California, on one,
I'm tryna touch a fuckin' billion
by the time I'm done
In my state,
G
they wanna send the soldiers to a hunt
The president,
Dm
G
he wanna see all the hustlers hung,
three gold
Cm
I play this cutthroat game,
wrist mine for street fame
I'd rather blow out my brains
than let them send me up
High life in the fast lane,
Dm
chassis on the airplane
G
Cm
G
Cm
Ducked eight down, holdin' eight dangs
I fuck with money,
hope these bitches all obedient
Knowin' that it's us against them
G
Fuck em all, say she lovin' me
Dm
It's boss game when you fuck with me
G
Swear bitches turn thug for me
Cm
Snake hoes, let em start on my team
Fuck trust, it's loyalty
when we dealin' with green popos
G
Can't touch what they can't see
Dm
So snitch niggas keep my name
G
Cm
out your mouthpiece
535 real hogs that won't squeal
Turf titans with them ski masks
over they grill
I'm the real,
G
put the slider to this bomb kill
Dm
G
And vow to never let a motherfucker
blow up we build
Cm
Even though we playin' cat and mouse
with the White House
Spares ain't shit,
long as don't nobody run they mouth
F#
G
So you can take that to the bank and rob it
Dm
G
Hit it today because tomorrow
ain't promised
Cm
Real soldiers feel me rather
die than be broke
Man, I'm rich in California,
Dm
G
Man, I'm rich in California, on one,
Rico, pull out and shoot him
Cm
Rich in California, on one,
see the feds get heated
when the money come
G
Got my fit, they wanna keep
a nigga in the slum
Dm
They tryna hit me with the
Cm
Rico, rich in California, on one,
I'm tryna touch a fuckin' billion
by the time I'm done
In my state,
G
they wanna send soldiers to a hun
G
Cm
he wanna see all of us is hung Rico
G
Cm
They wait til California niggas
begin to murder the beasts
And start to dump on every
police that we see
F
G
Maybe then the devil
holdin' the seat of B .O. Me
Dm
And the rest of the soldiers
G
who sold D so they can eat
G
Cm
Get the real from the Central
Intelligent Agency
Then the bitches send the A
.T .F. to capture weed
F
While the D .A.'s and the
G
Dm
judges be collaboratin'
G
The high -priced lawyers
charge G's so they can plead
Cm
Bargain with fuckin' if
your family is starvin'
Get you some work and start ballin'
Grab a bullyful and hit that lick
G
If you scared, best get a scholarship
Dm
G
Ain't no room for the cursed shaky
nerves out here in this shit
Cm
See that be them boys
who get popped and turn snitch
Wind up getting stuck in a pen
G
I be the cellblock gang rape bitch
And you was supposed
It wasn't real
G
when you was out in the world
Cm
Flossing and clowning
But now they got you trapped
and they yelling Ricardo
Now tell me as you hustle all ho
You let me know
G
Tell my niggas on the planes,
Dm
trains, an d freeways
G
Dope like Terps and Yates selling PJs
Cm
Nig gas get your money
like you made the dope
Came and killed a Cali,
Cm
G
Dm
we doing our thing
G
Cm
Rich in California, on one
See the feds get heated
when the money come
G
Government, they wanna get
what niggas in the slum
Dm
They tryna get me with the Act
G
G
cause I'm Barlar RICO
Cm
Rich in California, on one
I'm tryna touch a fucking billion
by the time I'm done
In my state,
they wanna get the sophist to a one
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