Chords for What We Gonna Do

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_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [Em] From coast to [C] coast, _ _ [Em] from sea to _ [C] sea, _ [Em] from ghetto to [C] ghetto, _ from [Em] _
street to street.
[B] _ _ _ [E] From the 310, [B] 323, [C#] 213s, you want me, [Em] you find me, my mind be unlike these [C] MCs.
Compton is back, we rockin' with Long [Em] Beach with the salt off, punk.
Dust the coal off them [C] trunks, we full of alcohol and a lot of [Em] plunk.
We know Pipsy and the J-Quan on my [C] side, hope the paramedics pick you up [Em] for daylight.
Oh no, it ain't no love blur, got a Rated B and some gloves [Dm] cuz.
Sponsor like a motherfucker on the 110, [F#] put the gun under the hood on [Em] one again.
While they out smoking [C] and drinking over liquor, [Em] _
I'm on the grind and [C] my rhymes are getting slicker.
[Em] While people think that [C] this gang don't last forever, [Em] my people told me [B] be ready to have it better. _ _
And [C#] that's what I'm gonna do.
[Em] I'm headed to the Slawson, LA's [C] mosh pit, where the blood flows just like a [Em] faucet.
Oh shit, you done got yourself in a [C] situation, but the ass ain't talking about this [Em] gangsternation.
When the weed smell musty like armpits, [C] hood talk is touchy, make niggas bare arms [Em] quick.
And I'm just gonna play my position [B] like a general, and you dirt down to the mineral.
I got the method, man like [F#] Takao, get in the way and get your [Em] ass took out, shit.
While they out smoking [C] and drinking over liquor, [Em] _
I'm on the grind and [C] my rhymes are getting slicker.
[Em] While people think that [C] this gang don't last forever, [Em] my people told me [B] be ready to have it better. _ _
And [F#m] that's what I'm gonna do.
[Em] _ While they out smoking [F#m] and drinking over liquor, [Em] _ _
I'm on the grind and my rhymes are getting slicker.
While they out spending [C] and letting the strange wind, [Em] _
weed out and stacking, [C] my baby straight _ [Em] takin'.
While they blues turnin', my mind [C] is _ [Em] gangsternin', money been all [B] over my mind since the beginning. _ _
_ [C#] And that's what I'm gonna [Em] do.
Let's jubilize my western [C] pie with my Texas fives, your chest [Em] expires.
I make niggas come up short like Danny [C] DeVito, got the caddy burnt on like a [Em] Dorito.
And getting V-laws in the hood, they all get [C] vetoed.
I ask God to turn all my ones to [Em] C-notes, but we know you ain't shot the desert [B] eagle.
Like Jay said, no, we don't believe you.
It's best not to portray something that [C#] you're not.
At the end, somebody [Em] always gets shot.
While they out smoking [C] and drinking over liquor, [Em] _
I'm on the grind and my rhymes [C] are getting slicker.
While people think [C] that this daddy don't last forever, [Em] _
while people told [B] me it ain't [N] even ever. _ _ _
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