[Intro]
Gm Bbm
Am Eb
[Verse 1].
Dm Bbm
Don't ask me how I do it, watch how I move
Am Eb
I need every thing fast for me, it ain’t safe cruising
Dm Bbm
I’m trying to double up on this little money right quick
Am Eb
‘Cause when its time to do business, who gonna fund this shit
Gm Bbm
I hop out, they get to talking, “Look how he walking”
Am F
I went shopping at Niemans but got my shoes from the Slausson
Gm Bbm
Corperate street nigga, that won’t change
Am Eb
Put me in a museum and write ‘LA gangsta, but he was gettin’ paid’
Gm Bbm
Watch these niggas before they steal something
Am Eb F
You ain’t got to tell me your business, don't need to know if you kill something
Gm Bbm
I’m too solid boy,
Am Eb F
If we do business that don't mean you my partner, boy
Gm
I could said that I’m the realest nigga
Bbm Am Eb F
But all these real ass niggas ain’t never had to do real shit
Gm Bbm
So what’s real when you think about it, nigga think about it
Am Eb
I got my gun I can’t leave without it
[Chorus]
Gm Bbm
I’m affiliated, with million dollar niggas
Am Eb
Ex-cons, poppers and drug dealers
Gm Bbm
I’m affiliated, with niggas that ain’t got shit to lose
Am Eb F
Doing shit to hit the news
Gm Bbm
I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho a nigga hot
Am Eb F
Still parkin’ Beamers on the block
Gm Bbm
I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho I’m gettin’ paper
Am Eb F
It's the life of a westside banger
[Verse 2]
Gm
I’m in my own lane, on a mission, so ain’t no compition
Am F
Don't talk around these hoes, they come around fishin’
Gm Bbm
It’s like clockwork, lets flock to the cash house
Am Eb
To the stash house then circle right back around
Gm Bbm Am
Don't need to know if it ain’t beneficial, I don't take pictures with pistols
Eb F
‘Cause that the shit they gonna use against you
Gm
So many people done lost and ain’t go to college
Am Eb
Everybody got shot or they got prison numbers
Gm Bbm
Everybody got interrogated
Am Eb
And I thank God for my niggas that didn’t make no statements
Gm
The g homies just took a dub
Bbm C F
I know what you thinking, yeah that sound super long but he coming home
Gm Bbm
Keep your chin up and your toes down
Am Eb F
About to slide up Western ‘cause I heard there were some hoes down
Gm Bbm
Can’t no bitch nigga bother me
Am Eb F
I’m getting paid, home boy, you ain’t stoppin’ me (G)
[Chorus]
Gm Bbm
I’m affiliated, with million dollar niggas
Am Eb
Ex-cons, poppers and drug dealers
Gm Bbm
I’m affiliated, with niggas that ain’t got shit to lose
Am Eb F
Doing shit to hit the news
Gm Bbm
I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho a nigga hot
Am Eb F
Still parkin’ Beamers on the block
Gm Bbm
I can’t leave the streets alone, even tho I’m gettin’ paper
Am Eb F
It's the life of a westside banger