Chords for Tha Eastsidaz - G'd Up
Tempo:
96.95 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
C
Gm
G
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [Am] [F]
[G] [Dm]
[Gm] [Am] [G]
[Dm]
[Gm] I'm with [C] the gang that don't need no intro.
We run from East Long Beach to West South
Central.
Then choose to kick flows and rip [Dm] shows.
Dip foes and pimp hoes while the end
of the road.
You know the [C] West Coast love mentality.
Focused on [B] reality but living [Dm] in
a whole nother galaxy.
We keep it straight for a broader spot.
Bang and [D] snatch chains
in the parking lot.
It don't matter.
[C] It still be fine hoes to gather.
Think about the thickest
bitch and I gots to have her.
It's routine to shoot between the tip [Abm] to short.
[D] You know
we all fucking once they glimpse [Gm] the pole.
With the satin in my hand, [C] pack the gat on
my left.
Cause it's hating when you skating and your pockets [Dm] is full.
Don't act for a
minute like you have supplies.
Just [D] recognize the real way the [Gm] gangsters rock.
If it ain't
chronic [C] don't blaze it up.
And if it [G] ain't a Chevy don't race it up.
You know we keep
it banging [Dm] don't fake the flow.
So all the [Gb] real diggers stay gangsta [Gm] up.
We making paper
suckers [C] only claim the touch.
By sticking to [Ab] the script and never changing it up.
[Em] You
know we [Dm] keep it banging don't fake the flow.
Keep it real motherfuckers stay gangsta [A] up.
It's going down [C] motherfuckers.
Like that.
Sound like [B] Battle Cap.
Been upstairs with
Atlas.
And [Dm] then I can don't stop.
I hope [D] nobody don't call [Gm] the cops.
It don't stop.
[C] We need to make it pop like.
Not better yet [Eb] cause instead of keep it glock cops.
You think
I'm tripping?
[F] Fool I ain't bullshitting.
You [D] better read up on the shit to keep [Gm] the
latents non-fixed.
Watch out for [C] the friction.
This [E] west coast on mine and fuck [Dm] anybody dissing
niggas.
Listen doghouse style cause I'm a gangster crib.
See walking holding on [G] to extra
[C] clips.
Now you want to be a friend.
But you gonna make me a load.
Slap the other clip
in below.
[Dm] You want to go toe to toe.
Sit my pistol down on the ground on the pound nigga
[Gm] hell no.
[Am] I'm not saying gangsta though.
[C] Cause it just isn't me.
[Dm] And we ain't not being enough.
I guess [D] that's when I'll be [Bb] somebody.
[C] Watch that shit and really [F] soon.
Nigga don't speak
[Am] to me.
I won't [Dm] lie so let me be.
We on from the streets from [Gm] high to my low [C] beats inside.
Mad ass lunatic [D] gang bang slap a bitch nigga out [Gm] to hit a grip.
On the grind [Dm] getting mine.
Ask the homies on the nine.
Too old you know [Gm] and we still on [C] niggas who talk bitch shit.
Real niggas [E] feel this.
[G] Let's get [Am] rich.
Under the [Dm] sun.
With the young 2 boys.
TLC and all
[G] the DPG's.
Damn for [A] whatever.
Whoever want to see me now.
You looking like me.
I guess
you want to be me now.
It take a [Dm] whole lot to be Snoop [Db] D-duh.
You gotta [D] put it down and
always stay G'd up.
All [C] star shoes with the G apparel.
If I fall in the club I might bust
a pair of Stacey [Dm] ass.
You never catch me looking all rippy.
I might be in three piece [Eb] coupe
looking EOG.
Blazing [C] the ass with the homie Kat.
[B] A rough dog.
Cause I love putting pussies
on [Dm] the map.
I keep the gangsta for show though lo.
And always got the mother fucking dodo
[Gm] smoke.
For all [C] my loafs and kin folks this is for y'all.
Let me hit some dog.
Beware
of my [Dm] click.
We hopping and dropping.
Nothing but the gangsta [Bb] shit.
[G] If it ain't [C] chronic
don't blaze it up.
And [N] if it ain't a Chevy don't race it up.
You know we keep it banging
don't fake the flow.
For all my real niggas stay gangsta up.
We making people fuckers
only [F] playing the touch.
By sticking to the script and never changing up.
You know we
keep it banging don't fake the flow.
Keep it real motherfuckers stay gangsta [Gm] up.
[C] Gangsta
haha.
Dog hat.
Something for the 9-5 plus [Dm] folks in it.
Tradee.
Goldie Lowe.
Gangsta.
[Gm] [C] My nigga
Battle Cat on the beat.
[G] For sure.
For life.
[A] [Dm] Westside.
Yes.
[Gm] [C] You can't spell the west without
the ES.
[F] [Gm]
Oh yeah.
[Em] We connecting y'all.
[Dm] That's how we do it.
Do it to me.
And we out.
[Gm] See ya.
[Am] [Fm] [G] [Dm]
[Gm] [F] [A]
[Dm]
[G]
[G] [Dm]
[Gm] [Am] [G]
[Dm]
[Gm] I'm with [C] the gang that don't need no intro.
We run from East Long Beach to West South
Central.
Then choose to kick flows and rip [Dm] shows.
Dip foes and pimp hoes while the end
of the road.
You know the [C] West Coast love mentality.
Focused on [B] reality but living [Dm] in
a whole nother galaxy.
We keep it straight for a broader spot.
Bang and [D] snatch chains
in the parking lot.
It don't matter.
[C] It still be fine hoes to gather.
Think about the thickest
bitch and I gots to have her.
It's routine to shoot between the tip [Abm] to short.
[D] You know
we all fucking once they glimpse [Gm] the pole.
With the satin in my hand, [C] pack the gat on
my left.
Cause it's hating when you skating and your pockets [Dm] is full.
Don't act for a
minute like you have supplies.
Just [D] recognize the real way the [Gm] gangsters rock.
If it ain't
chronic [C] don't blaze it up.
And if it [G] ain't a Chevy don't race it up.
You know we keep
it banging [Dm] don't fake the flow.
So all the [Gb] real diggers stay gangsta [Gm] up.
We making paper
suckers [C] only claim the touch.
By sticking to [Ab] the script and never changing it up.
[Em] You
know we [Dm] keep it banging don't fake the flow.
Keep it real motherfuckers stay gangsta [A] up.
It's going down [C] motherfuckers.
Like that.
Sound like [B] Battle Cap.
Been upstairs with
Atlas.
And [Dm] then I can don't stop.
I hope [D] nobody don't call [Gm] the cops.
It don't stop.
[C] We need to make it pop like.
Not better yet [Eb] cause instead of keep it glock cops.
You think
I'm tripping?
[F] Fool I ain't bullshitting.
You [D] better read up on the shit to keep [Gm] the
latents non-fixed.
Watch out for [C] the friction.
This [E] west coast on mine and fuck [Dm] anybody dissing
niggas.
Listen doghouse style cause I'm a gangster crib.
See walking holding on [G] to extra
[C] clips.
Now you want to be a friend.
But you gonna make me a load.
Slap the other clip
in below.
[Dm] You want to go toe to toe.
Sit my pistol down on the ground on the pound nigga
[Gm] hell no.
[Am] I'm not saying gangsta though.
[C] Cause it just isn't me.
[Dm] And we ain't not being enough.
I guess [D] that's when I'll be [Bb] somebody.
[C] Watch that shit and really [F] soon.
Nigga don't speak
[Am] to me.
I won't [Dm] lie so let me be.
We on from the streets from [Gm] high to my low [C] beats inside.
Mad ass lunatic [D] gang bang slap a bitch nigga out [Gm] to hit a grip.
On the grind [Dm] getting mine.
Ask the homies on the nine.
Too old you know [Gm] and we still on [C] niggas who talk bitch shit.
Real niggas [E] feel this.
[G] Let's get [Am] rich.
Under the [Dm] sun.
With the young 2 boys.
TLC and all
[G] the DPG's.
Damn for [A] whatever.
Whoever want to see me now.
You looking like me.
I guess
you want to be me now.
It take a [Dm] whole lot to be Snoop [Db] D-duh.
You gotta [D] put it down and
always stay G'd up.
All [C] star shoes with the G apparel.
If I fall in the club I might bust
a pair of Stacey [Dm] ass.
You never catch me looking all rippy.
I might be in three piece [Eb] coupe
looking EOG.
Blazing [C] the ass with the homie Kat.
[B] A rough dog.
Cause I love putting pussies
on [Dm] the map.
I keep the gangsta for show though lo.
And always got the mother fucking dodo
[Gm] smoke.
For all [C] my loafs and kin folks this is for y'all.
Let me hit some dog.
Beware
of my [Dm] click.
We hopping and dropping.
Nothing but the gangsta [Bb] shit.
[G] If it ain't [C] chronic
don't blaze it up.
And [N] if it ain't a Chevy don't race it up.
You know we keep it banging
don't fake the flow.
For all my real niggas stay gangsta up.
We making people fuckers
only [F] playing the touch.
By sticking to the script and never changing up.
You know we
keep it banging don't fake the flow.
Keep it real motherfuckers stay gangsta [Gm] up.
[C] Gangsta
haha.
Dog hat.
Something for the 9-5 plus [Dm] folks in it.
Tradee.
Goldie Lowe.
Gangsta.
[Gm] [C] My nigga
Battle Cat on the beat.
[G] For sure.
For life.
[A] [Dm] Westside.
Yes.
[Gm] [C] You can't spell the west without
the ES.
[F] [Gm]
Oh yeah.
[Em] We connecting y'all.
[Dm] That's how we do it.
Do it to me.
And we out.
[Gm] See ya.
[Am] [Fm] [G] [Dm]
[Gm] [F] [A]
[Dm]
[G]
Key:
Dm
C
Gm
G
D
Dm
C
Gm
_ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ _ [F] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] I'm with [C] the gang that don't need no intro.
We run from East Long Beach to West South
Central.
Then choose to kick flows and rip [Dm] shows.
Dip foes and pimp hoes while the end
of the road.
You know the [C] West Coast love mentality.
Focused on [B] reality but living [Dm] in
a whole nother galaxy.
We keep it straight for a broader spot.
Bang and [D] snatch chains
in the parking lot.
It don't matter.
[C] It still be fine hoes to gather.
Think about the thickest
bitch and I gots to have her.
It's routine to shoot between the tip [Abm] to short.
[D] You know
we all fucking once they glimpse [Gm] the pole.
With the satin in my hand, [C] pack the gat on
my left.
Cause it's hating when you skating and your pockets [Dm] is full.
Don't act for a
minute like you have supplies.
Just [D] recognize the real way the [Gm] gangsters rock.
If it ain't
chronic [C] don't blaze it up.
And if it [G] ain't a Chevy don't race it up.
You know we keep
it banging [Dm] don't fake the flow.
So all the [Gb] real diggers stay gangsta [Gm] up.
We making paper
suckers [C] only claim the touch.
By sticking to [Ab] the script and never changing it up.
[Em] You
know we [Dm] keep it banging don't fake the flow.
Keep it real motherfuckers stay gangsta [A] up.
It's going down [C] motherfuckers.
Like that.
Sound like [B] Battle Cap.
Been upstairs with
Atlas.
And [Dm] then I can don't stop.
I hope [D] nobody don't call [Gm] the cops.
It don't stop.
[C] We need to make it pop like.
Not better yet [Eb] cause instead of keep it glock cops.
You think
I'm tripping?
[F] Fool I ain't bullshitting.
You [D] better read up on the shit to keep [Gm] the
latents non-fixed.
Watch out for [C] the friction.
This [E] west coast on mine and fuck [Dm] anybody dissing
niggas.
Listen doghouse style cause I'm a gangster crib.
See walking holding on [G] to extra
[C] clips.
Now you want to be a friend.
But you gonna make me a load.
Slap the other clip
in below.
[Dm] You want to go toe to toe.
Sit my pistol down on the ground on the pound nigga
[Gm] hell no.
[Am] I'm not saying gangsta though.
[C] Cause it just isn't me.
[Dm] And we ain't not being enough.
I guess [D] that's when I'll be [Bb] somebody.
[C] Watch that shit and really [F] soon.
Nigga don't speak
[Am] to me.
I won't [Dm] lie so let me be.
We on from the streets from [Gm] high to my low [C] beats inside.
Mad ass lunatic [D] gang bang slap a bitch nigga out [Gm] to hit a grip.
On the grind [Dm] getting mine.
Ask the homies on the nine.
Too old you know [Gm] and we still on [C] niggas who talk bitch shit.
Real niggas [E] feel this.
[G] Let's get [Am] rich.
Under the [Dm] sun.
With the young 2 boys.
TLC and all
[G] the DPG's.
Damn for [A] whatever.
Whoever want to see me now.
You looking like me.
I guess
you want to be me now.
It take a [Dm] whole lot to be Snoop [Db] D-duh.
You gotta [D] put it down and
always stay G'd up.
All [C] star shoes with the G apparel.
If I fall in the club I might bust
a pair of Stacey [Dm] ass.
You never catch me looking all rippy.
I might be in three piece [Eb] coupe
looking EOG.
Blazing [C] the ass with the homie Kat.
[B] A rough dog.
Cause I love putting pussies
on [Dm] the map.
I keep the gangsta for show though lo.
And always got the mother fucking dodo
[Gm] smoke.
For all [C] my loafs and kin folks this is for y'all.
Let me hit some dog.
Beware
of my [Dm] click.
We hopping and dropping.
Nothing but the gangsta [Bb] shit.
[G] If it ain't [C] chronic
don't blaze it up.
And [N] if it ain't a Chevy don't race it up.
You know we keep it banging
don't fake the flow.
For all my real niggas stay gangsta up.
We making people fuckers
only [F] playing the touch.
By sticking to the script and never changing up.
You know we
keep it banging don't fake the flow.
Keep it real motherfuckers stay gangsta [Gm] up.
[C] Gangsta
haha.
Dog hat.
Something for the 9-5 plus [Dm] folks in it.
Tradee.
Goldie Lowe.
Gangsta.
[Gm] [C] My nigga
Battle Cat on the beat.
[G] For sure.
For life.
[A] _ _ [Dm] _ Westside. _
Yes.
[Gm] _ [C] You can't spell the west without
the ES.
[F] _ [Gm]
Oh yeah.
[Em] We connecting y'all.
[Dm] That's how we do it.
Do it to me.
And we out.
[Gm] See ya.
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ [G] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] I'm with [C] the gang that don't need no intro.
We run from East Long Beach to West South
Central.
Then choose to kick flows and rip [Dm] shows.
Dip foes and pimp hoes while the end
of the road.
You know the [C] West Coast love mentality.
Focused on [B] reality but living [Dm] in
a whole nother galaxy.
We keep it straight for a broader spot.
Bang and [D] snatch chains
in the parking lot.
It don't matter.
[C] It still be fine hoes to gather.
Think about the thickest
bitch and I gots to have her.
It's routine to shoot between the tip [Abm] to short.
[D] You know
we all fucking once they glimpse [Gm] the pole.
With the satin in my hand, [C] pack the gat on
my left.
Cause it's hating when you skating and your pockets [Dm] is full.
Don't act for a
minute like you have supplies.
Just [D] recognize the real way the [Gm] gangsters rock.
If it ain't
chronic [C] don't blaze it up.
And if it [G] ain't a Chevy don't race it up.
You know we keep
it banging [Dm] don't fake the flow.
So all the [Gb] real diggers stay gangsta [Gm] up.
We making paper
suckers [C] only claim the touch.
By sticking to [Ab] the script and never changing it up.
[Em] You
know we [Dm] keep it banging don't fake the flow.
Keep it real motherfuckers stay gangsta [A] up.
It's going down [C] motherfuckers.
Like that.
Sound like [B] Battle Cap.
Been upstairs with
Atlas.
And [Dm] then I can don't stop.
I hope [D] nobody don't call [Gm] the cops.
It don't stop.
[C] We need to make it pop like.
Not better yet [Eb] cause instead of keep it glock cops.
You think
I'm tripping?
[F] Fool I ain't bullshitting.
You [D] better read up on the shit to keep [Gm] the
latents non-fixed.
Watch out for [C] the friction.
This [E] west coast on mine and fuck [Dm] anybody dissing
niggas.
Listen doghouse style cause I'm a gangster crib.
See walking holding on [G] to extra
[C] clips.
Now you want to be a friend.
But you gonna make me a load.
Slap the other clip
in below.
[Dm] You want to go toe to toe.
Sit my pistol down on the ground on the pound nigga
[Gm] hell no.
[Am] I'm not saying gangsta though.
[C] Cause it just isn't me.
[Dm] And we ain't not being enough.
I guess [D] that's when I'll be [Bb] somebody.
[C] Watch that shit and really [F] soon.
Nigga don't speak
[Am] to me.
I won't [Dm] lie so let me be.
We on from the streets from [Gm] high to my low [C] beats inside.
Mad ass lunatic [D] gang bang slap a bitch nigga out [Gm] to hit a grip.
On the grind [Dm] getting mine.
Ask the homies on the nine.
Too old you know [Gm] and we still on [C] niggas who talk bitch shit.
Real niggas [E] feel this.
[G] Let's get [Am] rich.
Under the [Dm] sun.
With the young 2 boys.
TLC and all
[G] the DPG's.
Damn for [A] whatever.
Whoever want to see me now.
You looking like me.
I guess
you want to be me now.
It take a [Dm] whole lot to be Snoop [Db] D-duh.
You gotta [D] put it down and
always stay G'd up.
All [C] star shoes with the G apparel.
If I fall in the club I might bust
a pair of Stacey [Dm] ass.
You never catch me looking all rippy.
I might be in three piece [Eb] coupe
looking EOG.
Blazing [C] the ass with the homie Kat.
[B] A rough dog.
Cause I love putting pussies
on [Dm] the map.
I keep the gangsta for show though lo.
And always got the mother fucking dodo
[Gm] smoke.
For all [C] my loafs and kin folks this is for y'all.
Let me hit some dog.
Beware
of my [Dm] click.
We hopping and dropping.
Nothing but the gangsta [Bb] shit.
[G] If it ain't [C] chronic
don't blaze it up.
And [N] if it ain't a Chevy don't race it up.
You know we keep it banging
don't fake the flow.
For all my real niggas stay gangsta up.
We making people fuckers
only [F] playing the touch.
By sticking to the script and never changing up.
You know we
keep it banging don't fake the flow.
Keep it real motherfuckers stay gangsta [Gm] up.
[C] Gangsta
haha.
Dog hat.
Something for the 9-5 plus [Dm] folks in it.
Tradee.
Goldie Lowe.
Gangsta.
[Gm] [C] My nigga
Battle Cat on the beat.
[G] For sure.
For life.
[A] _ _ [Dm] _ Westside. _
Yes.
[Gm] _ [C] You can't spell the west without
the ES.
[F] _ [Gm]
Oh yeah.
[Em] We connecting y'all.
[Dm] That's how we do it.
Do it to me.
And we out.
[Gm] See ya.
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ [G] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _