Chords for COAST CONTRA - SCENARIO FREESTYLE

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_ _ 1, [Am] 2, 3, everybody get low 4, 5, 6, nigga here comes the coast
7, 8, 9 and we back on your mind When I say 10, that means begin
Ayo we good?
We good!
Made it out the [A] hood Now everybody move to the back of the bus
Cause I'm calling shotgun like Elmer Fudd So run Ricky run if you don't want this look
He ain't no fuck, rash him cut raw like sawdust raw
Like condom that bust when hip thrust Say hoo, hoo, hoo, baby I'm come in
Bust through the pussy raw like Kool-Aid man
The new moon rose high and shined on the coastline
Kings follow like the northern star [Am] through the dark skies
Haters gon' say we couldn't do it without a coast sign
But my pen moves the reins, this a landslide
This hip hop we came to spit raw What y'all do is backwards, helping to win
the war Coast gon' get backwards, that push forth
in 1, 2, 3, 4
Truthfully feel like all y'all weak Mm-hmm, [A] no style, no technique
Mm-hmm, you niggas rhyme with who left beat Mm-hmm, that's why you ain't snap at
on that beat Mm-hmm, in the words of T-Street
Don't sound too good, a shout ain't it to me
Mm-hmm, luckily I got a good idea You should know that what we do will level up
my character We the biggest group you ever seen
Thank the Elohim, see me Kick em off the stage, crush a nigga's dreams
I ain't mean to be that mean, but shit nah I mean they be kidding
On the mic, Billie Jean Must think I'm the one
Type of shit, get a nigga pumped Get me moved with some caution
They don't want the rat to top Saustin' Sometimes tryna be as humble as they Saustin'
What's a threat to my intellect?
That's insulting
I don't fear death, I'm immune to the coughing Wouldn't even sneeze, that liquid smell funny
Wanna know what I don't rap about?
Money, I was po' on the block
Like a 40 ounce silica, probably saw me at the bus stop
All I see a nigga, soon as I got the whip Had to take it abroad
Got the window tint pop, a sent nation of God
[Am] Bout to break that bitch in without breaking the law
Seen that dick, did the break, nope, that ain't stay far
So my niggas in the back, keep your eyes to [A] the front
Cause I know damn sure it ain't nothing in my trunk
Plus I feel the same as OJ bout the glove department
By the time we looked up, they was gone Think we good, good, made it out the hood
Came up from the dirt, my niggas made it out the wood
All the guys, Lil' B still don't push Iron sharp as iron in the cells of my hood
That's ironic, I cut the rug Turn up the bass, let me teach with the sub
Wanna see my brethren up in heaven, up above So I try to make an effort every day to spread the [F#] love
This is the coast
The new moon rose high and shined on the [A] coastline
Kings follow like the northern star through the dark [Am] skies
Haters gon' say we couldn't do it without a coast sign
But my pen moved the reins, this a landslide
Been in earth with every verse, I'm the avatar
And since [A] I'm on the coast, I can never get washed up
So beat the scenario, en cada barrio
Que corres por mis penas, no necesito hacer cardio
Ay, Dios mio, ay, Dios mio
Me nervio a todo lo que piensa que eres lio
Dile a tu vecina, compárame un dedito
Y quédate tranquilo, traigo el puente comodito
Y cuando es tu turno, oye pana, yo te aviso
Dile a tu rapero favorito, que lo dejo seis pies debajo el piso
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, cuenta conmigo
Esto es mucho más fácil que mí
A veces, adentro del espejo, a mi Dios lo [Am] encontré
Niggas rub me wrong like a genie
I bet you wish you could, but you niggas never beat me
We make it look easy, especially on TV
[A] Lyrics jumping out on your screen like 3D, huh!
And I'm back
Niggas see the coast and they don't know how to act
I bought your wrong brats, I released over the map
Fuckin' this bitch, call light, breakin' her back
Like I'm steppin' on cracks, doin' mamas like that
And I leave your face stuck like a statue
Pray to God that you never see me comin'
Think you seen it all, but you ain't seen nothin'
Tell them to give up the good, here's a scenario
Some people say, big guy, coach, couch is a miracle
Hip-hop, get knocked out, when did the lyrics go?
The music that they drop now, that's just hysterical
I'm just sayin' the shit they play is a merry-go-round
That same sound they pounded through our stereos
Parkin' with frequency, frequently rappin' about materials
Things that's so vain, that range changes spiritual
Don't want none of that in my area
Milk in the game, keepin' my circles smaller than terriers
They inferior, we are superior, movin' imperial
Big dogs, you not of our class, different [Am] interior
Pink meet next, right next to Mona [A] Lisa
She know my eyes, browsin' on her features
What's your frame?
I mean, ain't nice to meet ya
She's so cheesy, think she wanna piece of me
But got time for no drama, no time for the opera
Better watch how you talk to a llama
I put my time in so I can be timeless
Whether record to necklace, it was never about diamonds
If time fly well, God is my pilot
I play when it's private, close my eyelids
So I can see more when I'm in silence
Pino glam, I move without a hope you can dodge
If you think it's candy, please shoot before swallow
Here's the motto
This hip-hop come here if you spit raw
There's love on the side, no need to promote war
Coast gon' get backwards, that push-pull to the coach-up
So bust for us, my rush more
_ _ _ I was minding my business for months
Since I ate that hemp, of course I'm hemp
You know, the usual suspect
Picture that, keep the mug shot
Yeah, I'm hemp, you know, the usual suspect
Stop, drop, roll, hoe
We on fire, bring out those
Oh shit, oh shit
Same old shit, hoe shit, some old shit
But it ain't no fuck, rats cut raw like sardines
Raw like condom, that bust went hip, that say
Huh, huh, huh
Baby, I'm your man
Slice on the underground hip-hop dungeon
The coolest backroom, number one
Rap niggas tap like graduates, it's school, school shit
Young I move like a old school alumni
Fuck these crews, I'm on the coast by the sun dry
Too much fentanyl, the only dope
Sometimes ain't worth the risk
Not even just one line, might die from boredom
Check the postmortem
May them gods in me, but he won't post more of them
Y'all not competition
You're like Scotty Pippen
Past the mic, stop trippin'
Wishin' a nigga would for my profession
As a lumberjack, I ask, that's no question
I'm blessed to eat with the gang, with the brethren
Y'all came in second, us, we just came for the seconds
Y'all top five, taste dumb
Finger lickin' on thumbs, you get greasy
Thumbin' through this chicken, huh, did I tell you
Like mama with the whippin', I go crazy
But son, you niggas much different
Cap full of custody, y'all stuck with me
Gang gotta fuck with me, just don't fuck with me
Coach got trust in me, they get buck with me
And you got stuff for me, that's enough
I'm so complete, man, no man kind that can compete
Bended limb, I'm straight at my damn feet
Then I flew up, who wanna walk a mile in my sneaks?
Go boom, got, got you, your soul rest in peace
Offenses, no, it's not a thesis
Now your teeth, they really did blow up
Niggas ain't believe it till they seen it
Came across, they screams like great big bass
Coach bout to go up, they caught me the reason
Night jaw, night jaw, night jaw, night jaw
Caught ya, merc, it's on sight, on sight, jaw
Coach on the scene, but before this was a dream
We had Q-Tip on our ear waxed and wiped off Perfect scenario _ _ _ _ _ _