Chords for Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre, Ice Cube - G String ft. N.W.A. & ScHoolboy Q

[Dm] Fuck the trap, tell me, [Gm] talk the ring, I'm right here nigga, [Dm] at least a half
Bow wow wow [Gm] wow, what what what what what what?
Yeah, [Dm] ayy, four orange slices for my soup stream
[Gm] Pistol on me dope is in her G-string
[Dm] Riding in my motherfucking coupe, bitch
[Gm] Moving with my motherfucking locs, bitch
[Dm] Easily I approach you
The [Gm] microphone with a pocket full of dope
The king of [Dm] the coast, I'm rocking your boat
Stroking [Gm] your folks and locing with locs
[C] Baby boy got smoke
[Dm] Nigga what up, nigga what up?
I [Gm] need cheese, caper, bread and butter
[Dm] Nut up and cut up the beef
I [Gm] got a 44 piece that'll shut up that [Dm] boss, Reggie
My niggas gon' floss to this
[Gm] My cripped out homeboys gon' walk to this
[Dm] Creep to the spizzoc and stash my nizzoc
[Gm] Then call the dizzoc, you know we got a [Dm] dizzoc
Pop right back on your murky [Gm] ass
Then pop the glock back on your funk, [Dm] yeah
Been a long time, I shouldn't have [Gm] left you
Let's get luked like Snoop, yeah, [Dm] and you'll see
Four orange slices for my soup stream
[Gm] Pistol on me dope is in her G-string
[Dm] Riding in my motherfucking coupe, bitch
[Gm] Moving with my motherfucking locs, bitch
[Dm] Big side niggas keep a dope fiend
[Gm] Get a bird, hit it till I get old
Dreams, [Dm] trying to strike me up before I finish school
I was just [Gm] a swearin' nigga till I took my 52, ooh, yeah
[Dm] Too often, it's a young nigga in a coffin
[Gm] Trying to blossom, got shot down walking
[Dm] Blink an eye, the hot guy turn cold
[Gm] Bring the body back, see the bullet hole
And a burnt [Dm] soul, don't cry, he chose to lie
[Gm] Yeah, who the niggas [C] that you fucking with?
[Dm] Look, yo, they read as shit
The saga [Gm] continues with the world's most dangerous group
[Dm] Both deep in the coop, I'm a smeller
That's [Gm] that slain in the brain, he's supposed to fight
Yeah, [Dm] four orange slices for my soup stream
[Gm] Crystal on me, tropics in her G-string
[Dm] Riding in my motherfucking coupe, bitch
[Gm] Moving with my motherfucking locs, bitch
[Dm] Big side niggas keep a dope fiend
[Gm] Get a bird, hit it till I get old
Dreams, [Dm] trying to strike me up before I finish school
I was just a [Gm] swearin' nigga till I took my 52, ooh, yeah
[Dm] I'm a nigga with an attitude, thanks to y'all
[Gm] And I don't give a fuck, I keep it gangster, y'all
[Dm] I'ma ride for my side in the CPT
[Gm] God bless the [C] memory of Eazy-E
[Dm] If it wasn't for me, where the fuck you be?
[Gm] Rapping like the treacherous three fucking [Dm] cowards
I done seen Dre rocking parties for hours
[Gm] And I done seen Dream fucking bitches from Howard
[Dm] And I done seen Snoop give away an Eddie [Gm] Bowers
So fuck Jerry Heller and them white superpowers
[Dm] We just gotta like, fuck shots
Let's get together, [Gm] make a record, why the fuck [C] not?
Why the fuck [Dm] not?
Why the fuck not?
Why the [Gm] fuck not?
Cause I'm tight as the night I had the right activator [Dm] off the mic
In 1985, [Gm] ah, ah
Yeah, [Dm] 84 orange laces for my shoestrings
[Gm] Mr.
Lonely Topaz in her G-string
[Dm] Riding in my motherfucking coupe, yeah
[Gm] Hoover with my motherfucking low-stead
[Dm] Big side niggas keep it dope, yeah
[Gm] Ghetto burr hit it like ghetto dreams
[Dm] Tryna strike me up before I finish school
I was just [Gm] a swearin' nigga till I took my 52, ooh, [Dm] yeah
Looking for the bitches with the ass
Got [Gm] a ice chain cause a nigga getting cash
Three [Dm] different pages, do I know because I'm cracking?
Tryna [Gm] turn a dollar to a million, [C] ho, what's happening, uh
Heard [Dm] I got a strike on my record, then it's true
[Gm] Got seven of my records, never told him what I knew
I was in [Dm] my nigga's car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out [Gm] here selling protein, what it do?
I was out [Dm] here fucking hoes and protein, what it do?
I was ninja [Gm] class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm groovy cute
Ain't no [Dm] biggie when this small nigga cry, give me loot
Pop a nigga [Gm] on his mind porch, tell his brother to
Nigga lost [Dm] first flag nine years after school
Nigga tryna [Gm] get the James Blue, Chuck Sickers, uh
Running [Dm] from the crash unit like my name was State, uh
On [Gm] my nigga handlebars tryna get a groove, uh, [Dm] yeah, hey
Four orange laces for my shoe strings
[Gm] Mr.
Lomi Coppins in her G-string
[Dm] Riding in my motherfucking coupe, yeah
[Gm] Moving with my motherfucking look still, [Dm] yeah
Fig side niggas keep it dope, yeah
[Gm] Ghetto burr hit it like ghetto dreams
[Dm] Tryna strike me up before I finish school
I was [Gm] just a square nigga till I slit my pinky too, ooh, [Dm] yeah, hey
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