Here are the chords that I use. They are actually quite simple. The fingerings
that are in parenthesis () are optional if you want to simplify further.
I've never been much for picking, but I think the diminished chords are played with the 1st string open,
(if you're going to pick).
Cheers,
Larry
[chords]
A A/C# D Ebdim Fdim F#m E Bm7 D/F# Ebdim Fdim A
e|--5----X-----5-----X------X------2----0----2-----2-------2------4----5-|
B|--5----5-----7----(7)----(9)-----2----0----3-----3-------1------3----5-|
G|--6----6-----7-----8------10-----2----1----2-----2-------2------4----6-|
D|--7----7-----7-----7------9------4----2----4-----0-------1------3----7-|
A|--7----4-----5-----6------8------4----2----2-----X-------X------X----7-|
E|--5----X-----X-----X------X------2----0----X-----2-------X------X----5-|
D2
e|--0-|
B|--3-|
G|--2-|
D|--0-|
A|--X-|
E|--X-|
[Verse 1]
A A/C#
Woke up quick, at about noon
D Ebdim
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
A Fdim
I gotta get drunk, before the day begins
F#m E D
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
[Verse 2]
A A/C#
About to go and damn near went blind
D Ebdim
Young niggas on the path throwin' up gang sings
A Fdim
I went in the house to get the clip
F#m E D
With my mack 10, on the side of my hip
[Verse 3]
A A/C#
I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon
D Ebdim
And just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
A Fdim
I jumped in the fro', hit the juice on my ride
F#m E D
I got front and back and side to side
[Bridge]
A A/C#
Then I let the Alpine play
D Ebdim
I was pumpin' new shit by NWA
A Fdim
It was gangsta gangsta at the top of the list
F#m E D
Then I played my own shit it went somethin' like this
[Verse 5]
A F#m
Crusin' down the street in my six fo'
Bm7 E
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's
A F#m
I went to the park to get the scoop
Bm7 E
Knuckleheads out there, cold shootin' some hoops
[Verse 6]
A A/C#
a car pulls up, who can it be
D Ebdim
It's a fresh El Camino, rollin' kilo-G
A Fdim
He rolls down the window and starts to say
F#m E D
It's all about makin' that G.T.A.
[Chorus]
A F#m Bm7
Cuz' the boyz in the hood are always hard
E
Come talkin' that trash, and we'll pull your card
A F#m Bm7
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
E A D A F#m E
Don't quote me boy I ain't said shit
[Verse 7]
A A/C#
Bored as hell, and I wanna' to get ill
D Ebdim
So I go to a place where my home boys chill
A Fdim
Fellas out there tryin' to make that dolla'
F#m E D
I pulled up in the six four impalla
[Verse 8]
A A/C#
I'm greeted with a forty and I start drinkin'
D Ebdim
And from the eight ball my breath starts stinkin'
A Fdim
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
F#m E D
before I left, I hit the Bacardi
[Verse 9]
A A/C#
Pull to the house, get her outta the pad
D Ebdim
Dumb bitch said somethin' to make me mad,
A Fdim
She said somethin' that, I couldn't believe
F#m E D
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
[Verse 10]
A A/C#
Started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know
N.C.
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho'
A Fdim
and her father stood up, and started to shout
F#m E D
So I threw a right cross and knocked his old ass out
[Chorus]
A F#m Bm7
Cuz' the boyz in the hood are always hard
E
Come talkin' that trash, and we'll pull your card
A F#m Bm7
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
E A D A F#m E
Don't quote me boy I ain't said shit
[Outro]
Use the same chords as the verses, but do some fancy finger picking...
A A/C# D Ebdim
Punk ass trippin' but it's all ri-------ght;
A Fdim F#m E D2
Homie scored a ki', he's gonna fly, punk ass fly...