The Game

Bang Along(Chords)

The Game

Key: E

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	        Intro 

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
	        

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