G'd Up Chords by Tha Eastsidaz

[Intro]

[Verse]
Am7 G7 A7 Dm7 D7 Am7
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  G7   A7 Dm7  D7                                  
I bang ■  with ■  the gang that don't need no intro
C                           G7                   
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
A7                  D7                 
Credentials to kick flows and rip shows
                               D7           
Dip four's and pimp ho's while the indo blow
                             D7       
You know that west coast low mentality
                                G                  
Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy
Am7                      D7                
We keep it straight hard but guard the spot
                        D7            
Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot
                           Am7               
Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha
                              G7                  
Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha
A7                           D7               
It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho
                            D7                 
You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po
                              C7               
Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
                                    G7                 
Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat
A7                          D7                
Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised
                           D7                 
Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride
                    Am7              
If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up
                        G              A7
And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up
                                 D7       Dm7 
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
                            D7          
So all the real niggas stay gangsta'd up
                           Am7           
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
                             G7             
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
A7                               Dm7          
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
                         D7              
Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up
                            Am7     
It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat
D7                    G7                A7  
Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp
               D7        
And the nockin don't stop
                    D7           
I hope nobody don't call the cops
                               D7            
It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block
   C                              G7               
Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your Glock cocked
          A7                 D7               
You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin
Dm7 D7                                                     
You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest nonfiction
D7                        
Watch out for the friction
Am7                   
Dis West Coast on mine
         G7                        
And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen
                         D7        Dm7 
Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip
                  D7            
Cwalkin holdin on the extra clip
                   D7   
Now you wanna be a frend
                                      G7                Am7   
But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
             D7        
You wanna go toe to toe
                                                     G7
Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no


[Chorus]
       D7             Am7 C                    G7 Am7
I must stay gangsta'd up  cuz it just lives in ■  me 
         D7                                              
And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody
                                         G7   
Once said from willie c nigga dont speek on me
A7           D7        Dm7                D7             
I won't stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby


[Verse]
                      D7                  
I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic
                 G               G7           
Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip
A7                  Dm7                                 D7        
On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the nine two o you know
                        Am7            
We still own niggas who talk bitch shit
                 G7                
Real niggas feel dis let's get rich
A7                 Dm7                                  D7   
Under the sun with the young two ones TLC's and all the DPG's
                  D7                      
Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now
                   G7                         
You lookin like me I guess you wanna be me now
A7                 D7    Dm         
It take a hole lot to be Snoop DOdub
                      D7                    
You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up
         D7                      
All star shoes with the G apparel
C                     G7                               
If I fall in the club I mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams
               D7           
You neva catch me lookin R&B
G7                   D7                      
I mite be in a three piece suit lookin way OG
               D7                
Blazin a ounce with the homie cat
                 G7                     A7     
Or Ruff Dogg cuz I luv puttin huslas on the map
          D7                   
I keep it gangsta for sho do lo
                   D7                   
And always got the muthfuckin dodo smoke
                 C7                      G7   
For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all
Am7 D7                 
Let me hit sumthin dogg
             G7    
Beware of my clique
             D7                                
We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit
D7                                                        
Dogg House sumthin for the nineminus five plus for pennies
G7             A7 
Traydee Goldie Loc


[Chorus]
         D7                           Am7 G7     A7  
My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas ■   ■  for life
     Dm7 
West Side
D7 Am7 G7 A7 Dm7 D7
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          Am7                          
You can't spell the West without the ES
G7     A7                
Ah yes we connectin y'all
Dm                   
■  Thats how we do it
Dm        
And we out


[Outro]
D7 Am7 G7 A7 Dm7 D7 Am7 Dm7
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G G7 Dm7 D7 Dm7 G7
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[End]