Kunci: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
Am
still go hard for the streets
Still bangin',
ride low when the foes in the threes
Still rockin', corn tears is white,
T's and Ben D's
F
Still bangin', yeah homie, homie,
we still bangin'
Am
Still bangin', still go hard for the streets
still bangin'
Ride low when the fours and the threes
Still rockin' Cortez's,
Whitey's, and Bendy's
Yeah, homie, homie, we still bangin'
Kid with the banana on
Pops your cabello,
F
Am
let me get me some hammer -on
Cork, Rennal, Rikers Raza,
we the deepest
F
Whole bunch of mala suerte
For you and your peepses
Am
You can find us anywhere
the real streets is
California sunshine to
where the temp freezes
Kick down the preta
where your boss and the chief is
F
Pistol up they ass till they show us
where the cheese is
Am
F
Been banging for a whole
Task forces couldn't even run
us out of here
Chicago, we're ruthless
F
Terras bien hechos, calipas, quibuchas
Am
Too many, su reno NY paisamos,
Detroit matamos
Milwaukee, rifamos
New Jersey, controlamos
Daddy, you will never ever
F
Am
want to test this
with a hundred million men
Still bangin'
Am
Still go hard for the streets
Still bangin'
Ride low when the foes in the three
Still rockin'
Quarantez is white, T's and Bendy
Yeah, homie, homie,
we still bangin'
Still bangin'
Am
Still go hard for the streets
Still bangin'
Ride low when the foes in the three
Still rockin'
Quarantez is white, T's and Bendy
Yeah, homie, homie, we still bangin'
With no vest on
Me bandera, three major colors
bow down motherfuckers
G'd up, it's a tatted up
Got the ink on the face, don't give a fuck
You get ganas, we hoppin' in the truck
F
Right about your operation, fuck it up
Am
Get the keys to the spot,
do the rock 'n 'roll
Post up on your block,
do the shop -a -muck
The big boss say, dude, what we gotta do
keep it in the family, dude
Am
F
Am
Get your clique merked up real quick,
guess it
Cause the beef's so real,
so thick, guess it
Get your ass a cantina with
your supermodel
F
And crack both these skulls open
Am
with a gremlin bottle bangin',
still go hard for the streets
Still bangin',
ride low with the foes and the threes
Still rockin', cortezes,
white tees and bendys
F
Still bangin', yeah, homie, homie,
we still bangin'
Am
Still bangin', still go hard from the streets
Still bangin',
ride low when the foes in the threes
Still rockin', corn tissues,
white tees and bendis
F
Still bangin', yeah homie,
homie, we still bangin'
Am
Parasa stay deep, homie,
we expandin'
Started in LA, now we ridin' in Manhattan, man South Bronx,
F
Am
F
we got a big in Corona Corona
Queens, rose belt,
dog, no one for teamin'
Am
South, then we solid, brutal VSS
Ride on Laurel Canyon,
a .k .a. Instant Death Weapon aiming,
F
pushing right through your chest
Am
F
Now use a gun or tug,
style it out of breath
Am
This ain't Kanye, this is real spit
This ain't Kool -Aid, this is real shit
For me to stay with nice
techs in the khakis
F
Grow up a whole bunch of shit like Iraqis
what you really gonna do
When you're surrounded by a
whole bunch of Rasa, fool
You don't stand a chance,
Got hyenas in my hood
that's more gangster than you
Am
We still bangin', still go hard for the streets
Still bangin',
ride low when the foes in the three
Still rockin',
Cortez's white tees up in these
F
Still bangin', yeah, homie, homie,
we still bangin'
Am
Still bangin', still go hard for the streets
Still bangin', ride low
when the foes in the three
Still rockin',
Cortez's white tees up in these
F
Still bangin', yeah, homie, homie,
You
F
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