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