Tonalidad: F minor•
Verse 1
Db
Fm
West Coast is ours homeboy,
Eb
Fm
Southside style, don't get it twisted,
Cm
huh, we ain't fuckin around,
Fm
ready to bang on the fools,
who want some,
we run the West Coast,
Eb
Fm
let's rap motherfuckers
Shit comes to me,
Cm
don't have a name, name
Fm
What's up to that motherfuckers,
ready to ride on my enemies
The fool that caught the pony
Eb
from the SGB
Fm
All my haters and players,
better smoke me, I quit
Cm
Fully automatic,
Db
Cm
packin' all kinds of clips
Fm
Holo tips, magazine, holopoints,
anything that buzz
Motherfuckin' shit, I don't like
Eb
Fm
when this cyclone runs up
Ain't gas we trust,
but who wants to stare
Cm
Db
I'm the West Coast most wanted,
Fm
I don't need your respect
Can't shake my opposition
when I'm glidin' and ridin'
Eb
Profilin' in my 82,
motherfuckers stay true
Fm
Proud and true, on the avenue,
lettin' you know
Db
I'm the hardest on the regardless,
Fm
with blow for blow
Rock the show, rock the stage,
rock the mic
Don't believe the hype
Eb
when rappers say that they're tight
Fm
On Barco bikes, do the gangsta,
get the Bozak
Cm
Callin' out the gang,
Fm
you motherfuckers, stay wack
We just wanna tell you that
Eb
this ain't no game
Fm
And we brought our ammunition
Cm
cause we're gonna bang, bang
Fm
We just wanna tell you that
this ain't no game
Eb
Fm
We brought our ammunition
Cm
just for you to bang, bang
Fm
Still on a mission,
till I'm the last man standing
Ain't no competition,
Eb
Fm
motherfuckers always keep droppin'
Keep on watchin',
rappers go out like trends
Cm
They're in one minute,
Db
then they're straight
Cm
Fm
Gone with the wind, see ya, uh -uh
And you make me laugh
Eb
How you keepin' the real reality?
Level your straight wax
Fm
Biggity, biggity, biggity blast
This ain't Corrupt or Dad
Cm
Db
This is the high power zone
Fm
And they call me Cap, Mastermind,
Lieutenant, Dictator, Southside Felon
Never tellin' when I'm bailin',
Eb
Fm
hailin' after Kinky Von Felon
Killin' all AMCs, enemies buried alive
In spite of my supremacy,
Db
Cm
vigilante, straight homicide
Fm
Strategize like a general,
sergeant straight at birth
Put in the work, stay in front,
Eb
when it comes to the work
Fm
Regulate these bitches,
watch them die like cowards
This is the high power shit,
Db
Fm
all the enemies devoured
We just wanna tell you that
Eb
this ain't no game
Fm
And we run our ammunition
Cm
cause we're gonna bang bang
Fm
We just wanna tell you that
this ain't no game
Eb
Fm
And we run our ammunition
Cm
cause we're gonna bang bang
Fm
This is David from Hood Times
Magazine
Capone, you awarded the hardest
on the west side
Eb
Fm
How do you feel about that?
Keepin' it gangster right here homie,
Db
Fm
on the HBG side
Don't say straight gangster,
strictly for the streets
Ain't nothin' else man,
Eb
Fm
better recognize who's really sellin' in the West,
Cm
who's on the streets,
Db
Cm
get that shit straight
Fm
Who's on the street?
Motherfuckers don't get
that shit straight
Blue bandana, oh my God,
Eb
I never change my face
Fm
Court chairs on my feet
is not just a fact
Db
I live this shit on water,
Cm
it's not just a jam
Fm
Put it down for the homies
and the homies locked up
Send a wheeler to the pen,
Eb
Fm
cause I give a fuck
Threw it up for the youngsters,
never ever sellin'
Cm
Now we came to bang,
Db
ain't on your phone,
Fm
let's get the fuck out
We just wanna tell you that
Eb
this ain't no game
Fm
And we brought our ammunition
Cm
cause we're gonna bang bang
Fm
We just wanna tell you that
Eb
this ain't no game
Fm
And we brought our ammunition
Cm
cause we're gonna bang bang
Fm
We're gonna bang bang to the top,
that's how we're going down
Eb
That's how Mr. Homeboy,
Fm
Mr. Capone was keeping it real
I'm letting you waffles know,
I'm letting everybody know
Cm
Db
Cm
Essex was one of the West
Coast
Fm
Motherfuckers sleepin'
on the real shit
Southside gangsta shit, homie
Eb
Fm
California where the gangbang is Capital
We run the streets
Cm
Db
We run the jails
Cm
Fm
It's all us, Essex
Shitfuckers better recognize
Wake the fuck up, all you radio
Eb
Punk, wake up
Fm
It's lame fuckers
Get the fuck out
Cm
Db
Shit, we ridin' off and
Cm
we'll never be back
We used to buy that shit in the West Coast
Eb
It us, the homeboy, the Southside
Fm
The riders, the gangsters out here
Cm
Now the gangsters came up,
Db
Cm
who up in size,
Fm
now it's our turn to rise
That's right, if you wanna know
what's really on the West Coast
Eb
Fm
Haha, take a look mothafucka,
take a look mothafucka
Haha, two zombies,
Db
Fm
take a look mothafucka
Outro 1
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