Chords for Kurupt - C Walk (Remix) feat. 2Pac, Snoop Dogg, Ice Cube, Dr. Dre, Busta Rhymes, Eazy E

_ Yeah, this is for the West Coast CD. _ _
_ Let me clear my throat.
Check it out, check it out, check it out.
We're going to drop it like [B] this.
[F#m] Yeah. _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ This [A] album is the best of both worlds.
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This is for the [Dm] West Coast side.
Don't forget [A] about it.
This is for the West Coast [D] world.
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[F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
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Check it [D] out.
[F#m] Don't forget about it.
Now the homies got it.
I'm about to do this.
Get a [D] lick that hit back with some [G#] new shit.
They have a gangsta reunion.
The homie [F#m] told me to put your boogie [D] on youngster.
[B] C-Walk, [A] homie. _ _
_ _ [E] _ [A] C-Walk, homie. _ _
_ _ [D] _ [G#] C-Walk, homie. _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ [A] C-Walk, homie. _
I'm going to tell you like this, [E] bro.
You know how I roll.
[D#] Your [A#] name and witness name [F#m] official.
Niggas are so shamed they stand [D] stiff like skin [A] bitches.
While I remain inside a [D#] paradoxical mind block.
Those gunshots is promised to me.
[D] When will I stop?
I hit the beat and hope [F#m] to God I could fly high.
Witness my enemies die when [D] I ride by.
They [F#m] shouldn't drive me.
Send their body to their parents up north.
With their faces [F] they dismiss and [D] their nuts cut off.
They should all [D#] die.
Scream as I dream [D] in tongues.
Fuck a trick.
Get me rich and [A] the bitches will come.
Bust my gun, make them all [F#] scatter.
Bullet to my nuts only made [D] my balls fatter.
[F#m] Heed a dick.
Biotch mercy, never that.
You say you coming back.
Bring it on, [Dm] forever [A] strap.
Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain.
You could go so far.
Just sell me [D] your soul.
Live in the life [E] of a ghetto [A] star. _ _
_ _ [D] _ [A] C-Walk homie.
C-Walk homie.
_ _ [Dm] C [G#]-Walk homie. _ _
_ _ [D] C [A]-Walk homie.
C-Walk homie.
Yeah, I'm going to tell you like this, [D] bro.
You know how it was.
[F#m] They recorded at my horde since I hit the set.
Young nigga with [D] a rep kept that [F#m] gangsta's step.
Blue Conker sack, blue corduroy house shoes on.
Crossing for [D] the hood, rascal hit my [F#m] groove on.
Hanging in the park till all I was a dork.
Trying to catch a [D] mark, snipping with this thing [C#] that's war.
Cry baby on the swamp, got the exit locked.
And ain't no doubt [D] coming out, he [F#m] gon' wreck your night.
Pass me the satin loaf so I can wet my [E] throat.
While I sag the blue khakis with the raider coat.
All the hoes really want is gangstas just like us.
Rough, but don't give [Dm] a fuck.
Ain't that right, [F#m] Kuro?
I stay banging on these niggas on a regular basis.
Big paper chases, facing [F#] felony cases.
Made it to be famous, living hard and dangerous.
Stamping on [D] these busters in my blue Chuck [C#] A's.
C [A]-Walk homie. _
_ _ [D] C [A]-Walk homie. _ _
_ _ [Dm] C [A]-Walk homie. _ _
Hard [Dm] throwing this in the house.
[A] C-Walk homie.
C-Walk homie.
[D] C [F#]-Walk homie.
With [A] so much drama in the LBC.
It's kinda hard being [D] Snoop D-Go [A]-Double G.
But I, somehow, someway, keep coming up with funky-ass [D] shit like every [F#m] single day.
May I kick a little something for the G's.
[Dm] And [A] make a few ends as I breeze through.
Two in the morning and the party still [D] dropping.
Cause my mama ain't [F#m] home.
I got bitches in the living room getting it on.
And they [Dm] ain't leaving till [A] six in the morning.
Six in the morning.
So what you wanna do?
Shit, I got a pocket full [D] of rubbers and my homeboys [F#m] do too.
So turn off the lights and close the doors.
But, [D] but what?
We [A] don't let them hoes.
Yeah.
So we gon' smoke a ounce to this.
G's up, [E] hoes down.
While you [B] motherfuckers bounce.
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_ _ [D] C [A]-Walk homie.
C-Walk _
_ _ [D] homie.
C [A]-Walk homie. _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] C [A]-Walk homie. _
I'ma tell you like this, bro.
[D] You know how I roll.
[F#m] I'm a nigga with a attitude thanks to y'all.
And I don't give a fuck.
I keep it [A] gangster, y'all.
I'ma vibe from my side in the CPT.
God bless the [D] memory of [F#m] EZE.
If it wasn't for me, where the fuck you be?
Rapping like [D] the Tetris [A] 3, you fucking towers.
I done seen Trey rocking parties for hours.
And I done seen [Dm] ten fucking pictures from [F#m] Howard.
Ten to a pen to a glock.
I'm the original [Dm] subliminal [A] subterranean titanium criminal minded swift.
D.R. [D].E. with that fuck a [A] bitch shit. [E] A couple of notes to get your hog tied and roped. [Dm] Rope like [A] tons of coke. Cut throat. Get throat. Want the pistols to whistle. Candy painting [D] pop. I'll make hoes pop. [A] C-Walk homie. _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] [A] C-Walk homie. _ _ _ _ _ [D] [A] C-Walk homie. _ _ _ _ _ [D] C [A]-Walk homie. _ Yeah, I'ma tell you like this, bro. [D] You know how I roll. [F#m] So, I go at it. Break your back, nigga. Break your back, nigga. Break [D] your back, nigga. [A] Say your hat until you start to. Break your back, nigga. Break your back, nigga. Break [Dm] your back, nigga. [F#m] Break your back. Come along now. Let's put it down, nigga. [F#] When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath. Y'all niggas [F] all know how we do when [A] the way we bang niggas in the head and we do it to death. We throw [F] them back, boy. The fireball, you know we're eight gain an ounce. I know you [A] love that way we be giving you the music. [F#m] Can't get no doubt. So fuck it up. Just a little for my niggas every time we come through. Nigga cold, every day different y'all. And [E] the way we do it, when niggas know that we [C#m] always give it to y'all. I said, [F#m] down, come on. In the daytime of the night when these people no longer just bang niggas up in the trunk when they break your neck, I'm on the floor. See the way we come right through. When we come right through, we be always going to start again and again. And nigga, nigga, really want to [A] stop. Better tell your [F#m] crew your piece so my niggas better put they boots on. And gotta up your [E] shoulder, niggas. You know you better keep your [C#m] boots on. All my niggas in [F#m] the place. Ain't no way your hands are now. And the way we [Dm] put it down, nigga, nigga, [A] wonder what he really gonna die now. What you really want [F#] to do? Just place your back and put your money where your mouth is. _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
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I'm on the floor. I'm on the floor. [D] I'm on the floor. [C#] _ I'm on the floor. I'm on the floor. I'm on the floor. I'm on the floor. I'm [N] on the floor. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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