Roped Off Guitar Chords The Game
[Intro]
C#m A C#m F#m
[Hook: The Game]
C#m
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A
Rosecrans, Central
C#m
Don’t get this motherfucker roped off
C#m
Don’t get this motherfucker roped off
C#m
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A
Rosecrans, Central
C#m
Y’all gon’ get this motherfucker roped off
C#m E B A F#m G#m
Y’all gon’ get this motherfucker roped off
C#m
Posted on Brazil and Wilmington
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Red flag, red khakis, red Pendleton
C#m
Cold steel got ’em trembling
F#m
Stomp a nigga out (In what?) in my Timberlands
C#m
Red dot on your head, nigga
Either you work at 7/11 or you dead, nigga
C#m
Your auntie stay around here but you don’t
C#m A B A F#m F#m
Your cousins might make it out the hood, but nigga you won’t
C#m
Fresh out the barber shop, RIP to G-Man
C#m
West Side Bompton, my city’s been on C-SPAN
C#m
My hood’s been on CNN, my hood’s been on watch
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My city’s in the middle of Long Beach and Watts
C#m
I’m at the Tam’s Burgers, eating fries
C#m
Now how many niggas done died eating number 5?
C#m
Been shot a couple times, but I’m alive
A
Hub City hustler, I’ll show you how to survive, nigga
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A
Rosecrans, Central
C#m
Don’t get this motherfucker roped off
C#m
Don’t get this motherfucker roped off
C#m
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A
Rosecrans, Central
C#m
Y’all gon’ get this motherfucker roped off
C#m E B A F#m G#m
Y’all gon’ get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 2: Problem]
C#m
Man Chachi don’t gang bang, I fuck baddies
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I’ll show you how to stuff 100 P’s in turkey baggies
C#m
Rubber gloves, dark spray, no khakis
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Riding steel, tell Jesus fall flabby
C#m
L’s come bro I’m relapsing to the old days
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In and out of spouses, middle manning the cocaine
C#m
Finger on the trigger cause niggas ain’t trynna fight
F#m A
And bitches ain’t shit, so niggas ain’t tryna wife nothing
C#m
Who needs love? Million dollar weed plugs
A
Heart cold as Sunset, RIP to Key Club
C#m
Hoes never ease up, D2B
F#m A
Nigga thought he was a foolie ’til he seen me!
C#m
West Side baby, ain’t tripping off nathin’
F#m A
Going out a winner like Peyton
C#m
Still 100, like Daytons, gold or the chrome
A
Same ’til a nigga gone like Martin and Jerome
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A
Rosecrans, Central
C#m
Don’t get this motherfucker roped off
C#m
Don’t get this motherfucker roped off
C#m
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A
Rosecrans, Central
C#m
Y’all gon’ get this motherfucker roped off
C#m E B A F#m G#m
Y’all gon’ get this motherfucker roped off
C#m
Aye man, just tell God come and lift me
A
Come and talk to the devil, man this nigga stay busy
C#m
Don’t ever get it twisted, just cause we don’t wear Dickies
F#m A
You ain’t heard of Mausberg, you know you ain’t from the city
C#m
Man, I was born in this problem
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We thought we knew the answer way before we seen options
C#m
Do you know the feeling to have niggas out watching
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With your kid out shopping, you gon’ still yell “Bompton!”?
C#m
Man, I done lost hope
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Hope you a Thug to the Bone when we crossroads
C#m
Too many RIP shirts around your turf, wait
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We trying to figure why ya’ll got mid in the first place
C#m
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, know my niggas on the wait
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Wait, wait, wait, know somebody finna pay
C#m
Finna hit Stanford, man I just left the A
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We don’t recognize your car, you ain’t coming in the gate
On West Side Bompton
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A
Rosecrans, Central
C#m
Don’t get this motherfucker roped off
C#m
Don’t get this motherfucker roped off
C#m
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A
Rosecrans, Central
C#m
Y’all gon’ get this motherfucker roped off
C#m E B A F#m G#m
Y’all gon’ get this motherfucker roped off
