Chords for Ice Cube & WC - What You Gonna Do? ft. Xzibit | 2023
Tempo:
92.8 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
F#
C#
G#m
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Let's rub this old boy
I got the money, this is California
Homegrown, bitch [C#] don't bumble
Or a [F#m] drag queen
South Central couldn't hold his attention
Monumental, hood crew didn't
Obsess with love, see it's like the fundamentals
In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
Everybody better hold they spot
Niggas think they hot [G#m] but no they not
[F#] No, you got to let that boy
In the building, don't you know that
He about [F#m] to kill them, don't you know that
He about to hurt y'all feelings
Can't find ram, might as well play the villain
I'ma get him, why?
Cause I can't babysit him, I'ma go
Treat him like mad ass children, is it evil?
Y'all better call them evil
How I get down, just ain't legal
Money in the home, sorta like Louis Vuitton
I run this shit right here
Call me Marathon
I blow like it's Terry Bond
You a small donation, bitch
I'm a telethon, West Coast alien
What is he billion, is it [F#] that shit?
That nigga's called Silly-I
Hell no, the pyroclastic flow is evident
West Coast, [F#] I don't know [F#m] what I'm about to say
I got the money, this is California
[F#]
Homegrown, [F#m] bitch, don't blow it
Drag goes south, see if you couldn't hold his opinion
Monument, hood, clued it up
Such a love, see it's like the fundamental
[F#] In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
Everybody better hold they spot
Niggas think they hot [F#m] but no they not
[F#] No, you got to let that boy
In the building, don't you know that
This city where that nigga put that green up in the sky
Off that Al Green, sniffing the O.V.
Call that D from the L [F#m] to the E
To the N-C-H and vote to the B
Bust in the gown and go back for the cash
Short [F#] kiss that ignorant ass nigga
That motherfucking asshole
Back in and get strapped with another anthem
Hood nigga, eat the scrummy [F#m] cheese fries in the Phantom
Sluttered on them palm trees, make your lungs bleed
The coast without me is like a soccer book
Me, nigga, without me on the list of business
Like a Chevy on stock ramps
Better throw some D's on that bitch and lay low
Just erasing me out the script, look
It's like Ray, Daniel, Whitney, that shit's a joke
Who made it safe for y'all to walk, you took the baggage
Somebody gave me my lowest fuck bitch, what you looking at?
I got a wonder, this is California
Homegrown, bitch, don't blow it back
Old South Central couldn't hold his attention
Find you mental, hood called it
Love says the hood's here, it's like the fundamental
In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
Everybody better hold they spot
Nigga, stick your eye, bud, no hang, nah, nah
I'm a head, butt, some crutch
Rock the whole [E] shit back and [F#] front
Cause calamity, humanity crushed
Kill em' with a gentleman's touch, [F#m] adrenaline rush
You try to get rough, good luck, it's like a million a bus
Can you relate?
Turn you 24 hours into verse 48
Hit em' at the estate, make some open the safe
Not thinking of [F#m] waste, it's way too late
To negotiate with the niggas in your face
So now, what you gonna do with the time you got?
My back is up against the wall like a Basquiat
So I never waste my pearls on swine, some motherfucker don't
My time, my shit expensive
I reinvented, but still vintage
Pay attention, my slighter hand is grand
In popular demand, niggas fail like expensive
[F#] Brands phenomenon, serve 24 [F#m] hours a day
The gravy, the man
My back is wounded, this is California
Homegrown, bitch don't blow it back
Old South Central couldn't hold his attention
Find you mental, hood called it
Love says the hood's here, it's like the fundamental
In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
[F#] Everybody better hold they spot
Niggas think they hot, but no they not
I got the money, this is California
Homegrown, bitch [C#] don't bumble
Or a [F#m] drag queen
South Central couldn't hold his attention
Monumental, hood crew didn't
Obsess with love, see it's like the fundamentals
In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
Everybody better hold they spot
Niggas think they hot [G#m] but no they not
[F#] No, you got to let that boy
In the building, don't you know that
He about [F#m] to kill them, don't you know that
He about to hurt y'all feelings
Can't find ram, might as well play the villain
I'ma get him, why?
Cause I can't babysit him, I'ma go
Treat him like mad ass children, is it evil?
Y'all better call them evil
How I get down, just ain't legal
Money in the home, sorta like Louis Vuitton
I run this shit right here
Call me Marathon
I blow like it's Terry Bond
You a small donation, bitch
I'm a telethon, West Coast alien
What is he billion, is it [F#] that shit?
That nigga's called Silly-I
Hell no, the pyroclastic flow is evident
West Coast, [F#] I don't know [F#m] what I'm about to say
I got the money, this is California
[F#]
Homegrown, [F#m] bitch, don't blow it
Drag goes south, see if you couldn't hold his opinion
Monument, hood, clued it up
Such a love, see it's like the fundamental
[F#] In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
Everybody better hold they spot
Niggas think they hot [F#m] but no they not
[F#] No, you got to let that boy
In the building, don't you know that
This city where that nigga put that green up in the sky
Off that Al Green, sniffing the O.V.
Call that D from the L [F#m] to the E
To the N-C-H and vote to the B
Bust in the gown and go back for the cash
Short [F#] kiss that ignorant ass nigga
That motherfucking asshole
Back in and get strapped with another anthem
Hood nigga, eat the scrummy [F#m] cheese fries in the Phantom
Sluttered on them palm trees, make your lungs bleed
The coast without me is like a soccer book
Me, nigga, without me on the list of business
Like a Chevy on stock ramps
Better throw some D's on that bitch and lay low
Just erasing me out the script, look
It's like Ray, Daniel, Whitney, that shit's a joke
Who made it safe for y'all to walk, you took the baggage
Somebody gave me my lowest fuck bitch, what you looking at?
I got a wonder, this is California
Homegrown, bitch, don't blow it back
Old South Central couldn't hold his attention
Find you mental, hood called it
Love says the hood's here, it's like the fundamental
In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
Everybody better hold they spot
Nigga, stick your eye, bud, no hang, nah, nah
I'm a head, butt, some crutch
Rock the whole [E] shit back and [F#] front
Cause calamity, humanity crushed
Kill em' with a gentleman's touch, [F#m] adrenaline rush
You try to get rough, good luck, it's like a million a bus
Can you relate?
Turn you 24 hours into verse 48
Hit em' at the estate, make some open the safe
Not thinking of [F#m] waste, it's way too late
To negotiate with the niggas in your face
So now, what you gonna do with the time you got?
My back is up against the wall like a Basquiat
So I never waste my pearls on swine, some motherfucker don't
My time, my shit expensive
I reinvented, but still vintage
Pay attention, my slighter hand is grand
In popular demand, niggas fail like expensive
[F#] Brands phenomenon, serve 24 [F#m] hours a day
The gravy, the man
My back is wounded, this is California
Homegrown, bitch don't blow it back
Old South Central couldn't hold his attention
Find you mental, hood called it
Love says the hood's here, it's like the fundamental
In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
[F#] Everybody better hold they spot
Niggas think they hot, but no they not
Key:
F#m
F#
C#
G#m
E
F#m
F#
C#
Let's rub this old boy
I got the money, this is California
Homegrown, bitch [C#] don't bumble
Or a [F#m] drag queen
South Central couldn't hold his attention
Monumental, hood crew didn't
Obsess with love, see it's like the fundamentals
In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
Everybody better hold they spot
Niggas think they hot [G#m] but no they not
[F#] No, you got to let that boy
In the building, don't you know that
He about [F#m] to kill them, don't you know that
He about to hurt y'all feelings
Can't find ram, might as well play the villain
I'ma get him, why?
Cause I can't babysit him, I'ma go
Treat him like mad ass children, is it evil?
Y'all better call them evil
How I get down, just ain't legal
Money in the home, sorta like Louis Vuitton
I run this shit right here
Call me Marathon
I blow like it's Terry Bond
You a small donation, bitch
I'm a telethon, West Coast alien
What is he billion, is it [F#] that shit?
That nigga's called Silly-I
Hell no, the pyroclastic flow is evident
West Coast, [F#] I don't know [F#m] what I'm about to say
I got the money, this is California
[F#]
Homegrown, [F#m] bitch, don't blow it
Drag goes south, see if you couldn't hold his opinion
Monument, hood, clued it up
Such a love, see it's like the fundamental
[F#] In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
Everybody better hold they spot
Niggas think they hot [F#m] but no they not
[F#] No, you got to let that boy
In the building, don't you know that
This city where that nigga put that green up in the sky
Off that Al Green, sniffing the O.V.
Call that D from the L [F#m] to the E
To the N-C-H and vote to the B
Bust in the gown and go back for the cash
Short [F#] kiss that ignorant ass nigga
That motherfucking asshole
Back in and get strapped with another anthem
Hood nigga, eat the scrummy [F#m] cheese fries in the Phantom
Sluttered on them palm trees, make your lungs bleed
The coast without me is like a soccer book
Me, nigga, without me on the list of business
Like a Chevy on stock ramps
Better throw some D's on that bitch and lay low
Just erasing me out the script, look
It's like Ray, Daniel, Whitney, that shit's a joke
Who made it safe for y'all to walk, you took the baggage
Somebody gave me my lowest fuck bitch, what you looking at?
I got a wonder, this is California
Homegrown, bitch, don't blow it back
Old South Central couldn't hold his attention
Find you mental, hood called it
Love says the hood's here, it's like the fundamental
In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
Everybody better hold they spot
Nigga, stick your eye, bud, no hang, nah, nah
I'm a head, butt, some crutch
Rock the whole [E] shit back and [F#] front
Cause calamity, humanity crushed
Kill em' with a gentleman's touch, [F#m] adrenaline rush
You try to get rough, good luck, it's like a million a bus
Can you relate?
Turn you 24 hours into verse 48
Hit em' at the estate, make some open the safe
Not thinking of [F#m] waste, it's way too late
To negotiate with the niggas in your face
So now, what you gonna do with the time you got?
My back is up against the wall like a Basquiat
So I never waste my pearls on swine, some motherfucker don't
My time, my shit expensive
I reinvented, but still vintage
Pay attention, my slighter hand is grand
In popular demand, niggas fail like expensive
[F#] Brands phenomenon, serve 24 [F#m] hours a day
The gravy, the man
My back is wounded, this is California
Homegrown, bitch don't blow it back
Old South Central couldn't hold his attention
Find you mental, hood called it
Love says the hood's here, it's like the fundamental
In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
[F#] _ Everybody better hold they spot
Niggas think they hot, but no they not _ _ _ _
I got the money, this is California
Homegrown, bitch [C#] don't bumble
Or a [F#m] drag queen
South Central couldn't hold his attention
Monumental, hood crew didn't
Obsess with love, see it's like the fundamentals
In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
Everybody better hold they spot
Niggas think they hot [G#m] but no they not
[F#] No, you got to let that boy
In the building, don't you know that
He about [F#m] to kill them, don't you know that
He about to hurt y'all feelings
Can't find ram, might as well play the villain
I'ma get him, why?
Cause I can't babysit him, I'ma go
Treat him like mad ass children, is it evil?
Y'all better call them evil
How I get down, just ain't legal
Money in the home, sorta like Louis Vuitton
I run this shit right here
Call me Marathon
I blow like it's Terry Bond
You a small donation, bitch
I'm a telethon, West Coast alien
What is he billion, is it [F#] that shit?
That nigga's called Silly-I
Hell no, the pyroclastic flow is evident
West Coast, [F#] I don't know [F#m] what I'm about to say
I got the money, this is California
[F#]
Homegrown, [F#m] bitch, don't blow it
Drag goes south, see if you couldn't hold his opinion
Monument, hood, clued it up
Such a love, see it's like the fundamental
[F#] In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
Everybody better hold they spot
Niggas think they hot [F#m] but no they not
[F#] No, you got to let that boy
In the building, don't you know that
This city where that nigga put that green up in the sky
Off that Al Green, sniffing the O.V.
Call that D from the L [F#m] to the E
To the N-C-H and vote to the B
Bust in the gown and go back for the cash
Short [F#] kiss that ignorant ass nigga
That motherfucking asshole
Back in and get strapped with another anthem
Hood nigga, eat the scrummy [F#m] cheese fries in the Phantom
Sluttered on them palm trees, make your lungs bleed
The coast without me is like a soccer book
Me, nigga, without me on the list of business
Like a Chevy on stock ramps
Better throw some D's on that bitch and lay low
Just erasing me out the script, look
It's like Ray, Daniel, Whitney, that shit's a joke
Who made it safe for y'all to walk, you took the baggage
Somebody gave me my lowest fuck bitch, what you looking at?
I got a wonder, this is California
Homegrown, bitch, don't blow it back
Old South Central couldn't hold his attention
Find you mental, hood called it
Love says the hood's here, it's like the fundamental
In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
Everybody better hold they spot
Nigga, stick your eye, bud, no hang, nah, nah
I'm a head, butt, some crutch
Rock the whole [E] shit back and [F#] front
Cause calamity, humanity crushed
Kill em' with a gentleman's touch, [F#m] adrenaline rush
You try to get rough, good luck, it's like a million a bus
Can you relate?
Turn you 24 hours into verse 48
Hit em' at the estate, make some open the safe
Not thinking of [F#m] waste, it's way too late
To negotiate with the niggas in your face
So now, what you gonna do with the time you got?
My back is up against the wall like a Basquiat
So I never waste my pearls on swine, some motherfucker don't
My time, my shit expensive
I reinvented, but still vintage
Pay attention, my slighter hand is grand
In popular demand, niggas fail like expensive
[F#] Brands phenomenon, serve 24 [F#m] hours a day
The gravy, the man
My back is wounded, this is California
Homegrown, bitch don't blow it back
Old South Central couldn't hold his attention
Find you mental, hood called it
Love says the hood's here, it's like the fundamental
In the back of winches
With the pro-five, I keep it hood
[F#] _ Everybody better hold they spot
Niggas think they hot, but no they not _ _ _ _