Kunci: F minor
Verse 1
Em
D
Trying to live a life with
Desperado
Wherever he go
Born into a war
Wherever he go
Bm
Em
Trouble will follow
Gotta accept the block with the game
Block with the aim
D
C
Pockets full of chains
Closets full of things
Pop you in your brain
Am
Watch the block go insane
Bm
From the first to the fifth
Birth with the urge to flip
Slow it down to 9K,
body ready to pop
D
C
Somethin' hot up in a nigga,
Bm
simply playin' his spot
Am
We grew up with no fathers,
Bm
we all wanna be the hardest
Em
He got caught too many times,
can't beat the charges
G
Now we doin' more times than a little bit
C
And now another motherfucker
gotta raise his kid
it'll never be the same now
C
gotta learn the rules first
Cruisin' spurts from crime scenes,
Bm
We usin' the dirt, whatever it's worth
Em
To the best of my advantage,
now we scannin' the
Earth
you lookin' at a crook in the mood
But whatever you wanna do,
I'll make trouble follow you
Em
Act shuck, niggas are stuck,
the block is stale
Smack him once just to show him that the
Glock is real
Pac was here and
Yac was here
Nigga,
Storm and I was here, your child is here
Bm
F#m
Desperado outlaws, we was born like that
Bm
Live an d die fast, nigga,
and it's on like that
Bm
Em
Trouble will follow
C
Deserado
Bm
Em
Trouble will follow
All he wanted to be was a soldier,
D
but soldier
C
Slain voters, a cola, be a high roller
Am
Got a chip on his shoulder,
Bm
cause his mom's is a smoker
Em
And his father doin' time and post
with him, he feel like life is over
As he got older,
D
started slingin' cola, even
C
Doja still couldn't blow up
Bm
Am
No money to fold up, so he roll up
Bm
This is a hold -up, ain't nothin' funny,
But still do nothin' move, but the money,
give it to me, n***a
G
C
Cause I'm hungry, uh, n***a,
no soul, chest is hollow
Am
Heart cold, n***a, blast with the
Texan
Em
Pour out liquor for the dead,
homies, bless the bottle
Cause he murder his victims
G
and he press the throttle
so that's grand theft auto
Am
When it's murder in the first degree,
he shot him, so he got problems
Am
In the getaway, driver is a snitch -ass lie
Who gon' testify to save his
own ass from the fire
Em
Now you a twenty -fighter
lifer doin' time in
Rikers
Life is shitty like a dirty diaper
West
Coast so nobody like it and they ride
So we gotta roll the scrap
F#m
like a street fighter
Shank somebody so now
You gotta be wiser,
livin' the life of a
Em
Desperado
Am
Bm
Em
Wherever he goes, trouble will follow
Am
Bm
Em
Wherever he goes, trouble will follow
Bm
Em
trouble will follow
Bm
Em
G
C
trouble will follow
Am
Em
You
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