Tom: D minor
Verse 1
Am
That's right, it's Major Loco,
still bangin' music
See, the streets are
motherfuckin' listenin'
So watch what you say, homie,
you know what I mean?
Dm
F
We're in the land of OGs, gangsters,
Em
F
Am
an d real motherfuckin' riders
F
Em
Dm
So I'm about to let
Em
Am
you know what time it is
Em
F
Am
let these motherfuckers know
Bang, bang, boogie,
Dm
F
it's the Mr. Badass himself
Em
Am
The one that floats after a toast
F
Dm
and adds a notch to his bill
Wheel spinnin',
F
Em
gotta keep him goin' on top for breaks
Am
Dm
This ain't checkers, this is chess,
Am
a game for aces and spades
F
Am
Dm
On my A game, grippin',
F
Am
Dm
never slippin', I'm an animal
Am
That's tame due to the fact
I just may be too much to handle
Dm
Serving these tweakers,
F
Dm
I have addicted to my music
No productions by Funk House,
it's guaranteed to rock your pole
F
Dm
Pull cap back on the lock
Em
Dm
Got a few things on my mind,
F
Dm
Am
if it's hot or not, I want it hurt
Dm
F
Em
Ain't no stoppin' my grind,
Am
like the Mexican badass
F
You're just a polish to my shine
Em
Am
99 % is on my side,
F
Em
the other one I have no clue
Am
Probably on the other side of the fence
F
Dm
Still try to make their way through
Am
while I'm already on this side
Dm
Ain't no hiding, ain't no whispering
Am
Might point across and get heard
Homeboy these streets aren't listening
The streets aren't listening,
Em
F
Am
This game's made for riders,
F
Em
Dm
don't hate when we get paid
Em
Am
We always on the grind,
Dm
F
Em
don't hate upon our shine
so homie stand in line
Em
Am
The streets aren't listening,
F
Em
so watch what you say
Am
This game's made for riders,
F
Em
Dm
don't hate when we get paid
Em
Am
F
Am
We killing all these tracks,
F
Am
so let's just step back
Dm
Am
what you know about that?
F
Am
Their vital dreams, that's the biz,
Dm
F
when you're living that
Am
F
Tattoos, brown pride,
Em
Dm
stripes filled with crime
Em
Am
Dm
F
Testify, you die, homicides,
Em
Am
F
g -rides 25 to life, get shanked up with a knife
Em
Am
The streets all listening,
Dm
F
Em
from the caillas to the prisons
Am
F
To the halls, to the system,
motherfuckers and the missin'
Em
Am
So watch what you say,
F
my verse could be a curse
You be pushin' up them daisies,
Dm
Homie, we gon' still bang,
F
Am
catch me with that one gang
F
Am
The mustache midge,
F
Em
Dm
respected in a rap game
Em
Am
F
The streets knew my name
before I came through
Am
A crazy pan de hierro,
smokin' on a coupe
Creased up in Gita,
Dm
F
Em
F
paracap throw peas up
Am
I'm married to the game,
F
Dm
don't fuck with no prenup
Am
F
I'm loyal to the soil,
like burnt dope on foil
Em
F
Am
Better watch your back,
we so hot that we boil
The streets all listen in,
Dm
F
Em
so watch what you say
F
Am
This game's made for riders,
Dm
F
Em
Dm
don't hate when we get paid
Em
Am
We always on the grind,
F
Em
don't hate upon our shine
so homie stand in line
Am
The streets all listen in,
Dm
F
Em
so watch what
F
Am
This game's made for riders,
Dm
F
Em
Dm
don't hate when we get paid
Em
Am
We killin' all these tracks,
We spinnin' real facts,
Am
what you know about that?
Life is like a free throw,
never missin' chains, it locked it up
Same goes for the streets,
best believe my name is locked to em
Them rookie lines, I locked em up,
F
homeboy, there ain't no catchin' me
Am
To shoot beyond the moon
and stars has always been my strategy
Dm
Gotta make it in my mind,
Em
Am
Not only for the hood
Dm
F
and if you're mad, well here's a nap
Dm
Am
Wipe em off and let it sink,
Dm
F
take a seat, it's time to think
Dm
Execute the next to -do
off of my list, it's time to drink
F
Am
were little for the fallen
that were close to me
This one's for you, it's been a while
and I present to thee
Etecno estilo carrying on
throughout the generations
Marking the path that better
welcomes
Dm
F
the Chicano population
Dm
F
Am
Dm
Hit em up and put em up,
it's going down like that
F
Am
Dm
el mismo equipo on my snapback
F
Em
Dm
Em
Am
So be st adapt to your surroundings
F
Hate no stopping the movement,
Em
Dm
we in the millions
And that's a fact
F
that's already been proven
Am
The streets are listening,
Dm
F
Em
so watch what you say
F
Am
This game's made for riders,
Dm
F
Em
Dm
don't hate when we get paid
Em
Am
We always on the grind,
Dm
F
Em
don't hate upon our shine
so homie stand in line
Am
The streets all listening,
so watch what you say
This game's made for riders,
Am
F
don't hate when we get paid
We killing all these tracks,
so let's just step back
We spitting real facts,
Am
what you know about that?
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