|E C#m |A E
|E C#m |A E

[Hook:] x2
E             C#m
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
        E
Middle finger for the police
E                          C#m
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A                       E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side

[Verse 1]
            E                       C#m
I used to dribble the rock down the block, in '94
           A
Shoot the courts out
And Killer Wayne brought that Porsche out
E
I had the illest jump shot
                   A
So he bet all his money on me
E
12 years old with the hunny's on me
E
Patrick Ewings on
C#m                  A
I kept fresh kicks, take a nigga out his Jordan's
E
if the motherfuckers fit
     E
They fit
        C#m
So I'm back up the block
        A                                     E
Fuckin' with the homies tryin' to teach them how to slap box
    E
In front of the crack spot
C#m
Fiends fighting over crack rock
A                  E
Dimes The size of golf balls, yeah them shits was that hot
E                 C#m
He had them black Locs like MC Ren
             A                E
And Debull came through in a hood with that coke white Benz
       E                       C#m
Before 106 & Park and 24 inch rims
               A                                 E
Before these corny nigga's kept these stickers under they brims
           E                       C#m
It was a little nigga in Compton, 5'10"
        A           E
He was dope as a motherfucker
I wanted to be like him

[Hook:] x2
E             C#m
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
        E
Middle finger for the police
E                          C#m
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A                      E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side

[Verse 2]
                        E
Fuck it I ain't gonna lie homie
          C#m
I used to do the hammer dance
          A                E                          E
Make it worse I steel toes on and hammer pants fucked up right?
               C#m
That's when my pops had the weight
            A                          E
He had to blow when I was blowin' in Nintendo tapes
        E                         C#m
Got my ass whooped for taken the duck hunting gun outside
       A                                 E
In my window watching all the kids have fun outside
           E                            C#m
Ice cream truck makin noise, I want to run outside
           A                             E
But I'mma get my ass whooped again if I run outside
      E                     C#m
Swear I was on punishment until my tenth grade year
          A                              E
This new girl move on the block, light skin with wavy hair
             E                               C#m
I asked her if she want to hump me, she was like: "I don't care"
       A
So I took off her training bra
             E
That's when she got scared
           E
She wanted me to be her boyfriend
      C#m
So I was like, "Yeah"
                A                       E
I'm tryin' to think of LL lines in the back of my head
            E
"When I'm alone in my room"
          C#m
I can't remember what he said
       A                     E
But I know Uncle Luke; bitch give me some head
It go

[Hook:] x2
E             C#m
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
        E
Middle finger for the police
E                          C#m
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A                       E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side

[Verse 3]
          E
Shit I'm grown now
         C#m
Pops in jail, I'm on my own now
A
Got my first kilo
E
And my brick phone now
E                  C#m
Two door cutless, sittin' on that chrome now
A
Headed to the county jail
    E
Two T's commin' home now
E
Yeah hommie shit changed
              C#m
Nigga's don't bang like they used to
       A                 E
And I can't dunk like I used to
E                               C#m
Nigga's don't move fast enough when they hear the SuuWhoop!
A                           E
And takin' fades is played out like Fubu
E                  C#m
I got a tv in the dash watching Friday
A              E
21 no felon, tell 'em nigga's crime pay
E              C#m
Red rag in my pocket
Doin' it my way
A                     E
Two switches, so the cutlass bounce sideways
E       C#m                          A
4 amps, 15 beatin the trunk, try to jack me for my shit?
        E
Got to beat me to the pump
E
Punk
           C#m
I'm on my gangsta shit
        A
Nigga with a attitude
         E
On my motherfuckin' gangsta shit

[Hook:] x2
E             C#m
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
        E
Middle finger for the police
E                          C#m
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A                      E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side