Chords for Danger Zone

_ _ _ And that's right, this a lesson good, cause my infamous Charlie Boy cop,
I'm gonna let Charlie Boy go so I can get Xevious to kick that shit. _
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[Em] Hit the block, [A] cars hop, they jock, [F#] girls flock, they talk, it's still crack a [Em] fat mouth, big shit.
That's right, I let em know, Creek's stuck, J-Dub, I be back at Rondon,
please ground em, with a clique full of killers, bald headed [A] jackals, really nothing [G] but women.
Yeah, so fresh and so clean, live my life like a dream,
and all my homies [Em] posted up with them old memories.
Got that evil [B] ass look with a tilted brain, and shit all true, go down, baby jokes [G] in the pen.
Damn homeboy, ain't a damn thing changed, so when a homie touch down, we pursue the [C] damn thing.
Hit them streets [B] up, baby, without uptown, see, lo, I'm the fucking mission, just to stack [Em] them.
She knows I gotta get paid, now I'm on parole.
Cop's talking with her, that's why I call hoes.
Rolling [B] in my ride just a little bit high, high up that chronic and that chocolate [D] tie, [G] won't stop.
That shit watch this rhyme fly high, I'm an [E] everybody killer, anybody [C] get shot.
Bam, [B] bro, skate on three, session, that's how we do it in the city of dreams.
LA, don't play, click, clack, [G] them twerks better be [B] on your toes, and watch out for them boys.
Slaps, back, pull this release, anybody in the way, feel the rap of these, G's.
Heavily heated, sitting [G] on home, and that's just how we do it [Em] in the danger zone.
SKS, [B] Tech Nines, AKs in the suite, my thunder boy on high school, but with my hand on my heel.
Semi [G]-automatic fools, homie take you to school, homies posted off for free, still paying [C] that dues.
[B] PCP, glass, E, Easton, Wendy, B, y'all should've knew about that midget G.
[Em] I need to introduce that first class seductive, rookies on the dock, cause [E] I'm always into something.
I'm that scantiest gangster native, [B] always riding with Toe, so just be through with what you saying, before you end up [G] smoked.
And shit, fuck it with me, affiliated with the Bronx, I done banged that suit on [E] three, just want my hand feelin' light.
And for my homeboys in the virus, they [B] patrolling the block, and say you know who we be, bailing on Easton and P.
And I'm out the city of the guns, I stay commode in this B, cause I live my life like a G.
Scrap down, tear that [C] in the regal, where shit's smashing [B] on me, and dump on anybody out there who ain't claiming like me.
So bitch be watching [F#] your back, cause I be known for [E] slashing throats and pistol whipping you smack, who get too wolfing that shit.
Talking like you want impedal till that X get hit, and [B] sound that drip to the floor.
And you find I ain't that one you really wanna explore, I'm south side to [G] the core, shit I'm the reason you're here for crime, so you step out that door.
_ [C]
Bounce, [B] roll, skate on three, since that's how we do it in [A] the city of dreams.
[E] And late, don't play, [G] click clack, them 12's better be on your toes and watch out [E] for them boys.
Stretch, [B] clap, bullets release, anybody in the way feel the wrath of these G's.
Heavily heat, sitting [G] on chrome, and that shit that's how [E] we do it in the danger zone.
How do I explain, [B] this shit I'm brain, they release me for the day, and you know my [G] name, it's official.
I let them gunshots riddle, I'm fucking up [E] for five, man that shit ain't see, for I consume many wounds in [A] these darky rooms.
I'm a fool [E] playing by the rules, damn phony, but look, get excited, [G] cause I'm bringing straight guidance.
Bang me on [B] that amp, little homies, little rhyming.
A young G, trying to get my fame, they call me triple-upper when them losers are [Em] gang.
20 years old, Charlie Rowe, to the fullest, right against your heads cause nobody else can do it like us.
[B] See, grinding mix, shout out to my D and O's, these baby jokes in [G] the pen, much love and respect.
Woofie triple [B]-upper from the She-Ro clip, you bounce, roll, skate on threes.
That [Em] shit that's how we do it in [A] the city of dreams.
[Em] L.A. don't play, click-clack them 12s, better be on your toes and watch out for them boys.
Stress, [B] cough, bullish relief, anybody in the way, feel the wrath of these G's.
Heavily [G] heat, sitting on chrome, and that shit that's how [E] we do it in the danger [C] zone.
Woofie triple-upper from the She-Ro clip, you bounce, [B] roll, skate on threes.
That shit [E] that's how we do it in the city of dreams.
L.A. don't [G] play, click-clack them 12s, better be on your [B] toes and watch out for them boys.
Stress, cough, bullish relief, anybody in the way, feel the wrath of these G's.
[G] Heavily heat, sitting on chrome, and that [Em] shit that's how we do it in [N] the danger zone.
_ This one is [G] dedicated to all the foreign soldados being toast for the first street.
And my perro, Big Mauricio Ramos, AKA the [B] Cuervo, Salsa Breaks.
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