Kunci: B minor
Verse 1
Am
Bb
I need a warrant check on
black Dickeys and dirty white t- shirts
Bb
I have one black and one Mexican
Am
They have five outstanding warrants
Armed and considered skanless
I'll run 'em in for questoning
E
"Damn Mr. Officer, you know who you're fucking
Verse 2
F#
Am
Bb
with?"
Verse 3
Am
Threw on a beanie, 'bout 12:37
Bb
Am
With thoughts on my mind of a 211
Threw on my fresh socks and my
A
Am
stomping boots
A brand new pair of brownies
and my khaki suit
So I said to myself it's time
to go jack
I grabbed a couple clips,
loaded up the gat
I ran out the house, jumped in the Cutlass
Bb
Tired of bein broke, damn, fuck this
lookin for the area
Showin no mercy and I'm
Am
Searchin like a eagle but I ain't found shit
But just as the moment I was
Am
Out jumps this Mustang doin 'bout 50
Driver bumpin sounds,
Bb
he's rollin real swiftly
Am
Now when I seen him I punched the gas
But I couldn't catch his ass
Bb
Am
cause he goin too fast
Bb
Am
But hell yeah, I'ma get him tonight
I never wouldn'ta caught him but
thanks to the red light
I'm in the left lane and he's on the right
Hey homeboy, you better
Am
Man, them muthafuckas don't work
He pulled over to the side like
a stupid- ass jerk
He hopped out his car
and walked to the back
Then I drew down with my gat,
I said, "Punk, this a jack
Bb
Am
Empty your pockets and
E
Am
drop your keys"
His girl screamed out,
"Don't take his car, please"
I said, "Bitch, get your ass out
You know what I'm about,
I'll knock your ass out"
Grabbed her ass by the hair and drug
her out the window
Pushed out the car while I fired up the Indo
Bb
Am
So watch out, fool,
don't let me catch ya slippin
Bb
I'll be another car that I'll just be strippin
Am
Bb
Me, Hi- see is one mean compadre
Am
Tu no me gustas, chinga tu madre
Verse 4
G#
F#
"I shot"
G#m
G#
motherfucker"
F#
G#m
"Too"
F#
G#m
"Whether red or blue, 'cause or blood,
F#
G#m
it just don't mat ter"
"You
G#
"Suckers"
G#m
F#
G#m
"Hey
G#
F#
homes"
G#m
E
F#
G#m
"Compton"
Verse 5
Am
A
Am
Rollin them Daytons, yeah, profilin
Turned on Rosecrans,
Bb
the suckers got to smilin
Am
They got to wavin, so I said fuck it
I ain't wavin back,
they jumped in they bucket
Lookin in my mirror
it's niggaz all on my ass
So I said to my girl I'ma have to blast
Bb
Am
So I bust a turn on [Name] Street
Then I pulled a muthaufckin .357 out
Am
Them niggaz jumped out
12- gauge ( ? )
Give me the keys to your
shit, or get shot in the rump
My girl got out first,
they said (Ooh, look at that)
Not knowin my bitch had the big, big gat
Bb
Then my girl said (Don't take his car,
Am
please)
A
Looked at my girl and gave her the sign
Am
The girl whipped out the gat
and she blast three times
1 nigga laid dead
The other cocked back the gauge
and shot her in the leg
"Don't shoot my girl," I
begged and begged
But my girl shot again and
blew his brains out his head
Bb
Am
So watch out, fool,
don't let me catch ya slippin
Bb
Am
I'll be another car that I'll
Am
Me, Hi- see is one mean compadre
Bb
Am
Tu no me gustas, chinga tu
A
G#
madre
G#m
Pull over the vehicle Aw baby,
Verse 6
G#
they tryina stop us and shit, baby
Pull over the vehicle
I ain't stoppin for they
G#m
G#
Fuck it, I'ma stop
G#m
What are you up to over here?
F#
Hey man, I'm on the way to
Did you realize this is a 35, man?
G#
G#m
Man, don't you see my girl's shot,
muthafucka?
F#
Man, where's your license?
G#
Where's your registration?
G#m
Get out of the car, man
Man, fuck you
Verse 7
Bb
Am
Nigga rollin through my hood
A
Am
with some big fat chains
Didn't know who he was,
he musta lost his brain
A
E
A
He's ready to get beat and stomped on
Am
A kid from Oakland tryina roll
Bb
through Compton?
Am
A
Am
There's a bitch on the block named Sue
A hoe in the hood everybody been through
I didn't have to guess cause
I already knew
That that's the fuckin house
Bb
that he's gonna stop to
Am
A
He was rollin a clean- ass Lac
Am
On Daytons and 20s, a bumper
kit in the back
E
I said damn, now who in the fuck is that?
Am
He had diamonds on his hands
Bb
and his chains was fat
A
Am
I don't know what they was doin
But me knowiin Sue they was
Am
A
Am
Now this nigga musta been on crack
So I rushed into my house,
Bb
broke out the bumper jack
Am
Stripped his shit and left it sittin on bricks
Fool- ass fag was in a hell of a fix
A
Am
He was ready to leave the house
So I crept up to the door when
Am
He kissed Sue and said good night
I threw my left hands on the chains,
I bombed with the right
You know Sue, the stupid ass bitch
The hoe in the hood done
Am
Police pulled me over,
I said what the fuck I do?
"I'm Crawf, officer, it wasn't me
"Shut up, nigger,
don't they call you Hi- see?"
They turned they back,
A
then I broke down the street
Am
Bb
I almost got away till a K9 creeped
Am
But it caught me and almost
chewed my ass to death
I was almost dead, I had one thing left
Grabbed a 40 bottle,
A
Am
bust the dog in the head
Police stopped,
check to see if he was dead
But by that time I was down the street
Sayin, "Ha,
Bb
you silly muthafuckas can't catch me"
A
Am
don't let me catch ya slippin
I'll be another car that I'll
A
Am
just be strippin
A
Am
Me, Hi- see is one mean compadre
Bb
Am
A
Tu no me gustas, chinga tu madre
Verse 8
Straight for the nine- o, fool
Hi- see and Tony- A straight
jackin muthafuckas
So make sure your windows are rolled
up and your door are locked
G#
Cause that's the only way your
ass won't get got
And I don't give a fuck
about y'all packin
Because I'm down, Skanless is fuckin jackin
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