Chords for Freddie Gibbs freestyle on The Takeover w YOUR Los Angeles Leakers

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[F] Sour milk, let's get it, uh My sentiments exactly, dudes can't out [A] rap
me And if they could, they [F] already did it, they
hip hop all the famous [A] Don't run the if you ain't got a whole catalog
of bangers [C] Gary Gangster, guess I'm no [Am] longer a stranger
Yo, I get love out on the West Coast like I ball for the Lakers
Ass my [F] homie, psych F a booth, I'm where the [A] drugs was
Hit the streets with nothing but truth, saw the yo buzz cuz
[C] Thuggin', I don't be bloggin' like Bud and [Am] I just be through the song
Figure the only reason that you a zone, cause you's a clone
Movin' right along, we all wrong, but all's well
Slammin' off the [Em] phone and choppin' stones, we all sell
[C] Sometimes I got work on deck and [Am] sometimes I nine to five it
You know the most about ballin', I'm rhymin' bout survivin'
[F] Gettin' it in in every city I [A] ever lived South Central to ATL and no but a Brooklyn
Bridge [Am] I hit the T and watch them shippin' that
weight [C] Serving plates, whippin' with my homie Dominican
Ace I need some cash, [F] I know you tryin' to get
straight So mess with me dawg, them other haters [B] slammin'
that bama, they need a recall Got [C] doppel's F binoculars, homie, we come
and see y'all Don't matter if you DLG, [Am] DLCO, or B-Dawg
The topics [F] from the block prevail He said, G, I [G] still like it drop, though
I get locked in a cell My homie Peele said, I can't [C] afford to take
that L We lickin' shots runnin' from the laws
I call him Johnny, Z [A] like to call him 12 [F] F the police is in reference piece to my homie
Stymie Peele's killed from in front of his [Em] family,
man that was grimy [C] That's why everywhere I go, I [Am] keep your brother
beside me Cut the fat from the clique, got the dead weight
away from round me [F] That's how they do you, act like they never
knew you [B] Yo, I see right through you, what you eatin',
don't make me doodle And if [Am] I ain't gon' top, I might as well
jump off the pot [C] Mighty dollars say I might as well pull a
plot on [Am] your spot I'm tryna clock [F] a nine, pushin' as quickly
as possible Had to be [Em] gangster, Gibbs wasn't gifted like
Glenn Robinson Average [C] hoop skills, but I ride up on [Am] Cooz
wheels Custom convertible colors, how you and your
crew feel When you see that, [F] you probably wanna do
that just like me I [B] set the bar fire and eat, nobody don't
rap like me You want that killer, [Am] not that filler, then
mess with your boyfriend [C] Malcolm Uddermire, probably more like [A] Detroit
bread And I can [F] easily bring you to feet with my
vernacular I'm too [Em] deep in the streets to be beefin'
with a rapper I got [C] dudes that hate me, women that love
me Hands do damage, so I manage to stay handsome
[Am] when things get ugly Now [F] every dude around me think he a mob [Em] boss
Better keep it tucked, pups get hushed like shod-mouthed
Niggas was [Am] puffin' that hub, til I sent a few quads off
[Em] Shot my homies some clips and a couple of zips of that Bob Salt
Off the track and [F] at it When I pick them beats, I be selectin' [Am] static
Rap ain't nothin' but [Em] talkin' shit, I'm just the best at it
At [Am] every stage show, I'm puffin' that truth Been [C] puttin' it down since 03, but y'all wasn't
messin' [A] with me I threw my tape out [F] on the streets and watched
my tape lift off Without a verse from [Em] Weezy, Kanye, or the
fake Rick Ross F a [C] cosign, I hold mine closer to hip
Crushin' feelings, leavin' rappers on some emotional [A] shit
Gangsta Gibbs, [F]
uh, LA Ligas, baby, uh And you know we [E] so chuffed
[C] Eastside GI in your mouth Me and Wes, [Am] we in the house, baby, [F] uh
For sure, West [A] Coast, showin' love, baby Eastside GI, [C]
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