Superfast - 2000
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Verse Progression:
A - C# - D - D# - E - E# - F - E - D - D
Chorus Progession:
[A] [-] [F#] [-] [E] [-] [G]
[A]Woke up quick [C#]at about noon
Just [D]thought that I had to be in [D#]Compton soon
I gotta [E]get drunk before the [E#]day begins
Before my [F]mother starts [E]bitchin' [D]about my friends
[A]About to go and damn [C#]near went blind
Young [D]niggaz on the pad throwin' [D#]up gang signs
I [E]went in the house to [E#]get the clip
With my [F]Mac10 [E] [D]on the side of my hip
[A]I bailed outside and [C#]pointed my weapon
[D]Just as I thought, the [D#]fools kept steppin
I [E]jumped in the fo' hit the [E#]juice on my ride
I got [F]front and [E]back [D]side to side
[A]Then I let the alpine [C#]play
I was [D]pumpin' new shit by [D#]NWA
It was [E]"Gangster Gangster" at the [E#]top of the list
Then I [F]played my own [E]shit, it went [D]somethin' like this:
Chorus
[A]Cruisin' down the street in[F#] my 6-fo'
[E]Jockin' the bitches,[G] slappin' the hoe's
[A]I went to the park to [F#]get the scoop
[E]Knuckle-heads out there cold [G]shootin' some hoop
A car pulls up, who can it be?
The fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
It's all about makin' that G.T.A.
Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill
The fellas out there try to make that dollar
I pulled up in the 6-fo' and hollered
greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
Before I left I hit the bacardi
Pulled to the house get her out of the pad
And the bitch said something to make me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
I reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho'
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out
Chorus-
Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...
Punk ass trippin in the dead of night
homies score and key is gonna fly, punk ass fly
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Verse Progression:
A - C# - D - D# - E - E# - F - E - D - D
Chorus Progession:
[A] [-] [F#] [-] [E] [-] [G]
[A]Woke up quick [C#]at about noon
Just [D]thought that I had to be in [D#]Compton soon
I gotta [E]get drunk before the [E#]day begins
Before my [F]mother starts [E]bitchin' [D]about my friends
[A]About to go and damn [C#]near went blind
Young [D]niggaz on the pad throwin' [D#]up gang signs
I [E]went in the house to [E#]get the clip
With my [F]Mac10 [E] [D]on the side of my hip
[A]I bailed outside and [C#]pointed my weapon
[D]Just as I thought, the [D#]fools kept steppin
I [E]jumped in the fo' hit the [E#]juice on my ride
I got [F]front and [E]back [D]side to side
[A]Then I let the alpine [C#]play
I was [D]pumpin' new shit by [D#]NWA
It was [E]"Gangster Gangster" at the [E#]top of the list
Then I [F]played my own [E]shit, it went [D]somethin' like this:
Chorus
[A]Cruisin' down the street in[F#] my 6-fo'
[E]Jockin' the bitches,[G] slappin' the hoe's
[A]I went to the park to [F#]get the scoop
[E]Knuckle-heads out there cold [G]shootin' some hoop
A car pulls up, who can it be?
The fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
It's all about makin' that G.T.A.
Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill
The fellas out there try to make that dollar
I pulled up in the 6-fo' and hollered
greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
Before I left I hit the bacardi
Pulled to the house get her out of the pad
And the bitch said something to make me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
I reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho'
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out
Chorus-
Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...
Punk ass trippin in the dead of night
homies score and key is gonna fly, punk ass fly
