Tonalità: Bb minor
Intro 1
Am
Bb
Am
C
Am
Bb
Am
C
Verse 1
Am
Why should I chase the cat
when I ain't nothin' but a dog?
I ride on hogs, I bring the fall.
Matter of fact,
pot and I smother your chicken.
I'm the black Charles Bronson
that be handin' out them
Am
Rockin' by kisses
You niggas with poodles
ass always dissin'
Don't end up missin'
found by a fisher
Wishin' in a dead life
you was Christian
Hopin' before you die you
C
ask forgiveness
Am
Soakin' in a puddle of blood
for what?
Because you talk too much
Bb
and you never shut up
Am
I'm a gangsta pimp thug all in one
C
Not a musketeer or for one dumb duck
Am
I carry the big guns, big clips, no shit
Niggas really don't know
Bb
who you fuckin' with
Am
Wanna fuck with the real one?
You really don't want none
We can go to war for fun,
C
me and my big guns man
Am
You stop the hustle, you think you better
It's just a song let's get
it on in the streets
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
C
Am
I thought I did, I thought I told y 'all
You stop the hustle, you think you better
It's just a song let's get
it on in the streets
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
C
Am
I thought I did, I thought I told y 'all
No, never, will I ever lose and
Bb
Am
No, never, will you ever win, I pack tools
Blast that MAC -10 and blast
ooze at you
Faggot ass rap dudes,
C
Am
cuz cash rules, that's true
The M .O. in the E .Y.
Fuck slayin' them beanpies,
y slayin' them keys like
Sixteen -five, the street price,
live the street life
This can't be right, dodgin' FBI,
C
got the green light
Am
Still movin', fast lane,
fuck the rap game
It's shady like a crap game,
watch your back man
Slang crack, man, slaps,
thangs, even kilos
Burst by the flock of seagulls,
C
Am
me and amigo, yo
I lay all business, controls America
We leave no witness, buckholes and barrier
5 -1 -0, United, ghettos, America
Smoke a lot, records hit,
C
that bring mass hysteria
Am
You stop the hustle,
you think you better
It's just a song,
let's get it on in the streets
The 415 soldier, the 5 -1 -0 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did,
C
Am
I thought I told y 'all
You stop the hustle, you think you better
It's just a song,
let's get it on in the streets
The four or five soldier,
the five with the roller
I thought I did, I thought I did,
C
Am
I thought I told y 'all
Bonus, still slang on the block
My young crew for Drew,
Bb
always running from the cops
Am
It's over, never stopping the hustle
Never think you can be
better than me
C
Am
Motherfucker, I'll bring the ruckus
with a stampede on me
Have everyone saying he getting whooped,
ooh wee
It's nothing to me,
me and lil' bruh still ride on em
Yuck mouth, that breathing dragon
C
Am
spit that fire on em
The crack scrambler,
craps and back gambler
Dropped out of school to
make cash like fuck algebra
I had to run with the savages,
pack calibers
The blasted you, task got us on camera
C
Am
Like Pamela Anderson Lee,
triple beam
Grams of the D, smoking cannabis weed
Till I get my hands on the key,
make your family bleed
Kick down your door,
the man in the cheese
With my band of thieves
C
hop in the getaway van and flee, bitch
Am
You start to hustle, you think you better
It's just a song,
let's get it on in the streets
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did,
C
Am
I thought I told y 'all
You stop the hustle? Never!
You think you better? Never!
Is this a song?
Let's get it on in the streets
Whatever!
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did,
I thought I told y 'all
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