Tonalità: E minor
Intro 1
Em
Am
Em
Verse 1
Em
G
Em
In the name of the love
for that L .A. bang shit
This is going out to the homies
that slang shit
One fist up, another on the heap
Grease on the denim
with the tailors on the feet
Old school lingo with a
tongue so savvy
Cascades, no fakes,
just some G's cookin' caviar
O .D.'s glow feet,
fever with the plush seat
Indica was bomb,
but now we burnin' kush weed
It's the killer, 2005, get dealt with, bitch
Hope we leave you alive,
F
Em
it's how it cracks
Big headed pits in the back
Dick links, herb stinks out
the ozone bag
Thought we took it with homie,
yeah we probably did
But what kind of fuck do you
think we give?
Through the respirators,
breathing with the help of machines
But a machine had to get you
at the hands of my team
That's the way we live
With some boys in the hood
The drama that's real
G
The pain we feel
Em
The things we go through
All for the meal
That's the way we live
G
Em
G
With some boys in the hood
Em
It's on with that S .A.
with the L .A. baseball cap
G
Brown skin, white tees, rollin' on BLVs
Em
Palm trees swingin' on a breezy day
Fuck the po -po set, N .W .A.
Man, I put it in your culo, a 38 slug
My fellas cheat up, so they got no luck
It's the West,
Southern fuckin' Cali the best
Tryna take our style?
Homie, fuck your smile
An old breed that's raised
on that West Coast rap
Been dippin' and slidin'
since a young little lug
Take a toke, smokin' out that Berry Wrap
Or keep it old school food,
throw it all in the Zag
Tuck the rag,
peepin' out the charcoal diggies
Fuck you bitches if you tryna tag
us up with some higgies
You know we got enemies
that don't stop talkin'
And see we smashin' our fools,
nightly nuptin' coffins
That's the way we live,
with some boys in the hood
The drama that's real, the pain we feel
G
Em
The things we go through,
all for the meal
That's the way we live,
G
Em
with some boys in the hood
G
Em
I'm in full motion
like I'm going downhill
I'd rather put ice in the back
G
than put ice on my grill
Em
The chucks on my feet
keep me swift like a runner
A .K .A. the bopper,
the number one gunner
The roughest like elbows,
hell's hot below
Those timbs on your feet
make you move slow -mo
84, yeah, hit was pushing way strong
Up and down the block,
G
it didn't seem wrong
Em
I seen what it's like
from inside of a cell
I've seen the big homies
go down with the L
Certified gangsta fool, check the history
Home Avenue banger,
there's no mystery
I got blisters on my fingers
like strawberries' feet
The scope's on focus,
no more crying, G
You know where I'm from,
the chest says it all
Six degrees of separation
from the pin to the hole
That's the way we live
We're some boys in the hood
The drama that's real
The pain we feel
The things we go through,
all for the means
That's the way we live
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