Tonart: F minor
Verse 1
Ebm
Hey bitch,
so what's up for tonight?
Well, I called up for Capone
B
Ebm
and he's gonna come down. Nuh -uh.
Yup, and when he gets here,
you better go to the room.
B
Ebm
What? Who is it?
Mr. Capone,
I'm here to give you a little
B
fucking visit.
Ebm
Don't get it twisted.
I'm a rider from the south.
A dirty mild dodgeman.
B
I just twined with your lady spouse.
Ebm
In your house.
You make your fucked faces
B
while my fine fingers in your pouch.
Ebm
Drink this rum. Drink it.
While you're calling me honey.
Playin' you for a dummy
B
while I'm jackin' all your money
Ebm
It's funny how stupid bitches
get jacked up for this shit
Letting vault holes in the paint,
B
Ebm
but I ain't game like a pimp
Will I ever quit?
Fuck the shit,
I keep gettin' the money
B
Bitchin' riches while you
bullshittin'
Ebm
Thinkin' I'm a sith,
fuck you on my outlaw
B
Wait to break your jaw
and leave your body in chalk
Gb
Ebm
Walk out the cemetery,
havin' fear in my name
And the things I claim, no,
mine's true to the game
B
Ebm
On my south side,
riders keep truthin' again
B
On my west side, riders keep truthin' again
Ebm
All my east side riders
keep true to their game
B
Fuck the fame, real outlaws stay the same
Ebm
All my south side riders
keep true to their game
B
All my west side riders
keep true to their game
Ebm
All my east side riders
keep true to their game
And when you see a fucker lame,
B
put a baller in his brain
Ebm
It's a shame
Our foes claim strikes
but never end their life
B
Ebm
Ever gang bang, not to say no names
But be true to their game
All this will let you know,
B
Mr. Capone's been the same
Ebm
Before I came, I still was known
Rumors about Mr. Capote
B
since I was 13 years old
Ebm
He's this, he's that,
he's fuckin' wack
While all these haters
tuggin' behind my back,
B
I'm collectin' the snaps
Ebm
Fuck a rat and a snitch
and a lover and a buster
B
Motherfucker keepin' it real
Gb
for them hustlers
Ebm
Youngsters,
go ahead and throw them signs
And let's ride, daddy die,
B
fuck the white times
Ebm
No sunshine, it is California State
We're earthquake renegades
B
and fools that take
Ebm
Make no mistake,
cause we're livin' insane
All my real riders feel me change,
B
shoot it again
Ebm
All my Southside riders keep tunin' again
B
All my Westside riders keep tunin' again
Ebm
All my Eastside riders keep tunin' again
B
Fuck the fame, real outlaw, stay the same
Ebm
All my Southside riders keep tunin' again
B
All my Westside riders keep tunin' again
Ebm
All my Eastside riders keep tunin' again
And when you see a fuckin' lame,
B
put a baller in his brain
Ebm
Never will I change
B
And change my life for you,
what you think, homie?
I'm snortin' cocaine
Ebm
Showin' no remorse
The source of the courses
remains distorted like a
B
mothafuckin' sport
Ebm
Sitting on lifts
With bumper kit, hydraulics,
B
rips, and gasses I like
Ebm
To trip, trip, trip
Tipping in my ride
Bounces out of sight,
keepin' a real sucker
B
freein' for the ride
Ebm
Are you being hated?
I guess that fool is waving,
thinking when they're weak
B
and they ain't nothing,
Ebm
noth ing I said, life is full of rats
So homies, watch your back
and keep it matter,
B
don't trust no man
Ebm
What about them hoes?
I thought you know how it goes,
B
same time, same flow, same show
Ebm
Skrpon you did it again
I don't let no one get you down homie
B
And keep it true to the game yeah
Ebm
On my south side riders
keep true to the
B
On my west side riders
keep true to the game
Ebm
On my east side riders
keep true to the game
B
Ebm
B
Fuck the fame real outlaw stay the same
Ebm
On my south side riders
keep true to the game
B
On my west side riders
keep true to the game
Ebm
On my east side riders
keep true to the game
And when you see a fucker
late
B
Ebm
put a father in his brain
B
On my south side riders keep
Ebm
On my west side, riders keep truthin' again
On my east side,
B
riders keep truthin' again
Ebm
Fuck the fat real outlaw, stay the same
On my south side,
B
riders keep truthin' again
Ebm
On my west side, keep truthin' again
B
On my east side, keep truthin' again
Ebm
And when you see a fuckin' lay foot,
B
I'm all out in his brain
Ebm
B
Ebm
B
Ebm
B
Ebm
Bye for now.
B
Ebm
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