Tom: G minor•
Verse 1
Cm
[Chorus]
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop,
on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop,
on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop,
on your block
F
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop,
Gm
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop,
Cm
Gm
F
on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop,
Cm
Gm
on your block
Cm
F
Cm
Gm
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop,
Cm
F
on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop,
Cm
non stop, on your block
Verse 2
F
Day and night, night and day
Cm
Nigga gotta get some pay
F
Gm
Standing out, with my rocks,
Chiefin' hay
Cm
My nigga you understand?
Gm
Gotta bring twenty strong
F
Cm
Before I can serve your jaws
F
Double up, man what's up?
Cm
Got the pot, rock it up
F
Gm
Mixed it in some be 12's
Cm
Now my shit done blown up!
F
Shake the ball, round the chop
Cm
'Til the ball get real hard
Gm
Cut me down some twenties
Cm
Then I'm standin' out in the yard
Junkies coming back and forth
One tried to run off with dope
Caught him round the corner
And I shot the maggot in the throat
Don't be playin' with my cheese
All I get is 2- 0- Z's
One day I'm gone be the fucking man
Out here slangin' keys
F
Bb
F
Until then, I'm the nigga runnin'
Cm
Gm
from the undercover
Narcotic boys jumpin' fences
Cm
F
tryna catch a brother
Happy things is all I hear
Cm
F
But I'm stayin' bout my hog
Gm
One day I'll be pushin Lex
F
Cm
F
But today it's Cutlass dog!
Interlude 1
Gm
Cm
F
Cm
F
Cm
Gm
Cm
Gm
Cm
F
Cm
Gm
F
Cm
F
Slangin' rocks all good with me
Verse 3
F
Downest bitch that would be me
Gm
I be on your side like hip- bone
That your misses- lady, your baby
Will cover up what you didn't
Gm
You saw that dope that I stuffed in my pussy
So send me out on a mission
We can take they position
Gm
We got that china, canary- yellow
So come on down
You're the next contest
ant on my dope list
Gm
I'm tryna put some shoes on
Cm
Rover that i rode in this bitch
And we bout our paper,
we shuttin' your block down
We takin' full charge
Can't nothin' be done, til Project Pat said,
"Yo, fuck all of y'all"
I'm from the south
So what you mean,
you ain't heard about?
All them birds that's flyin south
That's flyin straight into
your mama's house
F
Don't be sayin you got the clout
Cause we all know who really
runnin' thangs
Gm
All you bustas must behave
Cause since we came,
it ain't gone be the same
F
I hope you are feeling that
I'm lovin' it
If you liking it
If you want to get caught
Gm
up in the realest shit
I'm the one who your ass need to
F
Cm
deal wit- woah!
[Chorus]
Gm
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