Kunci Gitar Gun On My Lap
Mr. Capone-e
Mr. Capone-e

N/A
Kunci: Gb major
Verse 1
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E
Step up in the place,
G
C
B
E
gun on my waist
G
C
Welcome to the Wild Wild West
E
Step up in the place,
G
C
B
E
gun on my waist
G
E
Welcome to the Wild Wild West
Welcome to the Wild Wicked West
G
Side of the planet with gunslingers
C
Made a name,
B
a history full of bandits
E
Robbers, I stayed untouchable
like Ellie and Ness
G
C
When kids wanna be like Billy,
E
I say fuck the rest
Kamikaze, Beretta,
Smith & Wesson, my bitch
G
C
Atlanta gang, bangin' land,
B
E
man of the rich and famous
Concrete jungles where the killers roam
G
With their squads,
E
a place that I call my home
Young and dangerous,
the realest when I stare you down
G
C
Fuck a run, we bring your whole
B
fuckin' city down
E
Round after round, time to go,
the clutch explode
G
C
Reload and load, passin' by,
E
sittin' on hurtin' spokes
Leave with gun smoke,
choking on that dirty smog
C
I'm from the frontier,
B
where the gangsters don't talk
E
Sidewalk full of dead bod
C
ies with yellow tape
G
Got something on my waist,
E
another murder case
Gun gun on my waist
G
C
Step up in the place, gun on my waist
B
E
Step up in the place, gun on my waist
G
C
Take a wild wild west, wild wild west
E
Step up the place, gun on my waist
G
C
Step up in the place, gun on my waist
Bm
E
Step up in the place,
it's no good on my waist
G
Fuck a chicken, wild, wild race,
wild, wild race
C
E
Jumped on the 10 freeway
going to the homies house
G
C
Another rendezvous with
B
a blunt in my mouth
E
Strap tucked away,
watching out for police
G
C
With a cutlass on these flock
E
all my enemies
SGP district pay a visit to the loke
G
What's up locals,
C
B
laying artillery with that laser scope
Bm
E
Post up on Valley Torpedo
with a hand grenade
G
21st century ain't a damn thing,
E
fucking change
So I mashed out,
strapped out the stash box
G
C
Padlocked, gun cocked,
B
got the piss stocked
E
Jumped out,
pulled it out with a reason to kill
C
G
C
Show em who's
realer than real
E
Murder in the first degree,
S -I ain't getting caught
C
Talk to be slick, bitch,
Am
so I switch up the plot
B
E
Walk the white T's,
living like a straight G's Enemies
C
R .I .P. cause I got something
E
on the side of me
G
C
Gun on my waist,
B
E
G
C
gun on
E
my waist,
G
C
B
E
step up in the place
G
C
E
I got the task force,
ATF on my trail
G
Kill it for real,
C
investigating my record deal
B
E
How I came up
and where this dirty
money's coming from
G
I'm driving phantoms
C
E
and pulling out fucking sick ones
Big dumbs lining up more
with the tow tag
G
C
Body bag, face smash,
B
I'm the underpass
E
Rappers call me
when they need a favor on the street
G
Industry fears me,
C
E
platinum artists come work for me
I'm the cash,
don't need to be faking, punk
C
G
I got the game on lock
C
E
since fucking day one
It seems like washing money,
so that's what they tell me
C
G
Cause I'm making millions,
or maybe I'm a real G
E
Gun waist, gun on my waist,
step up in the place
Gun on my waist, step up in the place,
gun on my waist
Welcome to the wild wild west,
E
wild wild west
Gun on gun on my waist,
G
step up in the place
C
E
Gun on my waist, step up in the place,
gun on my waist
G
Welcome to the wild wild west,
E
G
C
wild wild west
Bm
E
G
C
E
You

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