调：G minor•
Verse 1
on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope silk suit,
brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough gold for
any girl's pleasure
threw a clip in my sock
Picked three grand up off the dresser,
it was ten on the dot
I threw that shit in the sink
I didn't need it no more,
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Gm
Cm
I had more money than Brinks
Eb
Gm
You see on the streets they're players
Cm
Gm
Bbm
but only one king
Gm
Eb
Gm
but the game is real fast
Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs
chillin' in his brand new Benz
I had many adversaries but
very few close friends
We broke to the set,
E parked the car on the grass
High- signin' was his trademark
and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans,
the whole jam stopped to stare
you too good to speak?"
Now Jazz was a player from
the east coast, the Bronx
Cm
C
Gm
plated pearl- handled gun
you owe me, man
'Member when your boys took that fall?
And I posted the bail 'cause
yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz
hit the front door
More gold than a Aztec,
black leather he wore
hit the set
'Cause what Donald D wanted,
is what Donald D get
Donald's eyes hit mine,
It was black, it was low,
cost twice that of my Porsche
"Yo man, I bought it with
cash"
It had 'Donald D' written in gold
on the dash
Then out of no where came
a shot across the street
knees got weak
There was blood on my hands
and I fell to to the ground
"Yo Ice is down!"
Somebody had shot me
The night that I quit
The night that I ended all this hustlin',
playin' shit
It's ironic ain't it
The night I retire,
Cm
Gm
would be the same night that my whole life expire
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