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Pre>a lot of people helped with the lyrics, notably william wittman. Thanks ww and everybody! Intro: g#m c#m g#m c#m ebm g#m G#m c#m g#m c#m ebm
we'll saddle up and rideChorus:(All together with the lead voice of Johnny Cash) G#m C#m And we're gonna ride,we're
at the oars
G#7 C#m
Or staring from the rail
E -A B7
And the sea bids farewell
G#m
She waves in swells
at the oars
G#7 C#m
Or staring from the rail
E -A B7
And the sea bids farewell
G#m
She waves in swells
Verse 1: E F#m A E Come here and look through the window Marie F#m A E Open up the shutters,tell me what you see G#m A E Was that his knock that I
hope it's a dream G d g see f#m Nothing makes sense, everything's tense Bm d Wish I could say what it meant G see d see Took a long look down
We made Oklahoma a little after 3 Randy, his brother Bob and my old G-M-C We had some moonshine whiskey And some of Bob's homegrown We were so
to know I'm not the average fella G f see g see I'm the one, I'm the one for her Well it's a shame what they do to these young kids Just encourage them
G like M.C. who likes it on an Easy V doesn't come for free, she's a real lady And as for me, haha you'll see Slam your body down and wind it
Come on Come on [ VERSE 1 ] Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on The I-see-e-T O.G. M.C. L.A.P.D.
in the C.M.B Pretty mixed bitch I just call ha P.M.B Watch ya step baby gettin' out that G.M.C You bust yo ass girl we both gon' be on T.M.Z Don't
on Cause I wouldn't look too gritty with my chest gone Fool, and I'm back I'll be slangin' them D Got a nut in my pocket way unleased a G See I'm
F#m
So remember the rain
B7 E
When you think of the sunshine
A
You've got to try and see
G#m
That's it's
that I go! I’m from the E-A-S-T-S-I-D-E, ride with me. East sider long beach. R-T-C and I-C-G. O-M-G and Y-M-C. Owin’ me I’m COB. Ima take my
The average nigga style sucks like a hickey 50 G, the M.C.'s brain buster, mic crusher Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster Now that
a right and see my homie hanging out on nineteen Baby boy where that gangsta from who and g.c I'm that little nigga see Style from nineteen street Not haft
what) [E.S.G.] See I'm a wide body roller, wood grain remote controller Blades on Escalades, electric shocks on Range Rovers Man the game over, when
a sack So either fall back on keys or forty g's See I'm bout bigger paydays, I don't set trip, I set clips into AK's See I done shit bitch, not see me
(holla back) hey yo [Verse 1:] in the heart of a re-up, its sumthin like a g-up M-C-A fingering that b-up or that c-up, fiends creep up with
[Kurupt] Baby tou've ever heard about a gangsta? Then you heard about me Then you heard about the homiez, baby D-P-G See I'm smooth an I be movin And my shit