Lost Chords by Cali Life Style

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_ [G] I'm just close, drop the top and roll straight, [Em] SMBCC, 805 is the [D] ghost state
Ain't no place that I'd [Em] rather be, than the BIG, B-A-D-1-3-C
I got [G] love for the place that raised me, even [E] though times get a little [D] crazy
So I gotta give [F#m] love back, either [Em] gang bang slang or pull a motherfuckin' jack
It's all good, cause I'm droppin' nice cars pretty soon, 25 to life, spit behind [D] bars
I root the slavs now cause I'm a son of a gun, [F#m] I'm only [Em] 19, but when I live to see [G] 21
A local motherfucker, [Em] so you better [G] step back, try to pull [Em] a jack, I'll feed ya bullets for a fuckin' [Bm] snack
Pero Orita gets up up [C#m] on the land, I'm comin' from [Em] T-Track, Orita loco su rey
Two locs, mashin' deep in my [G] city, once I'm actin' up, just because [E] I'm runnin' clean in a [D] Chevy
Dark [Bm] skin, mixed against, and [A] they 5-0, put the pedal [Em] to the flow, hear my glass backs roll
[G] Hit the corner with the passion, I'm on my way to the market, T-Track [E] shotgun with a gun ready to spark [D] it
10-30 in the morning, but I don't care, [A] hit the streets, lock it up, [Bm] chronic smoke in the air
Hard glare with my love song, ready [G] to make some hits, ready to make some grip [Em] with my dope ass lyrics
[D] Stackin' up my pay flow like [A] regular, and just then [Em] my homie Bones hits me up on my [G] singular
Pinnin' the record up, a couple rocks from my ass, so I hook it on up, as I cruise down the [Bm] overpass
Hit the stuff, fillin' up my cup [A] to the rim, [E] all the while feelin' jail [Bm] from the butt, so I grin
When I get lost, see the blue clothes, [D] she will be my [Bm] _ salvation
_ When I get lost, see the blue clothes, [D] she will be my [Bm] _ salvation
Now let me introduce the G, the L-O-C's, let me get my cell phone, as I'm glidin' through the breeze
Keep on mashin' as the tracks keep [D] droppin', ain't no stoppin' [Em] when I'm up and hoppin'
Jump the ride to the side, cause I'm havin' fun, my homies [G] blowin' in those smoke [E] diffin'
Move to the O-List everyday, [D] and my life is gettin' better and better
Blaze up later [C#m] in the morning, [Em] then I'm down for whatever
The Lutz [G] pick me up, I'm body lovin' [Em] 32, [G] I said I'm down to climb, but what the hell we [E] gonna do?
Santa [D] Maria, SMVP, [F#m] scooped up, Jaybird, [Em] Ray Ray in the C-U-Z
I got [G] my cousin buzzin' in the back, chronic smoke, hotbox [Em] full of contact
Now it's [Bm] time to roll to the potholes, walk [F#m] another bowl, let the rag top fold, [Em] all the three times, go
[G] Now where we go [Em] from here?
Keep on mashin' through this Eastern Coast atmosphere
For [D] the things that I do, I know I'm gonna [A] pay the cost for the reason [G] why I'm gone, for the reason why I'm lost
Livin' week by week, livin' day by day, doin' what I gotta do to get my fortune and fame
But [D] I'm lost in a system not made for me, [A] so I'm forced to [E] break rock straight, go for [Bm] my G-19
With the [Em] Mexicano lean, throwin' up all my colors, red, white to the green
[D] Always lookin' out in case fools jump, time to handle shit, and [G] break em' off real quick
Take a look around [Bm] you fool, then take a [G] close look, cause all the shit I see I jot [Em] it down in my rhyme book
[F#m] My homies droppin' off like flies in 95, [A] the ones that [E] survive, I take a steel cage bus [Bm] ride
But for me I ain't sucker free, [Em] cause Pops is on the deck tryin' to gang see, yo let's see
[D] We seen it comin' [Bm] straight from the get go, [F#m] we ran a whole nine to cover [G] game though
Fools didn't even know, that we was real to the heart, see
Bein' true to the gang, that's how it is in the FNB
[D] Holdin' on to my dream, make it to [A] the top, but I'm stuck [E] payin' costs, [Bm] locked up cause I'm lost
When I get lost, see a blue horse, [D] she will do my salvation _
_ [Bm] When I get lost, see a blue horse, she will do my salvation _
_ [G] Yeah, [Em] pushin' shots cause I told [G] my homies it was down from the [Em] get go
Like my homie Guns, [D] what's up dog?
Yeah, what's up [A] to my homie Jack Bird?
[Em] Yeah, [Bm] Ray Ray kickin' it, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my [G] homie Bones?
Yeah, [Em] it's Park Dog, straight cruisin' in the L, [D] keep it low, yeah
Yeah, what's up [C#m] Crazy Joe, sir?
[Em] Yeah, Quavo Pete down [G] in Lowe
Yeah, what's up SD, my homie Lowe?
Yeah, [Em] DJ Bishop keep spinnin' [Bm] em homies
Straight from the [F#m] SMP, Southern California, Mexican [E]
face, yeah
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