Extradition Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
Dear [Am]Momma, If some people came
by the house lookin for me
I'm inno[E]cent of anything
they say I done
Now [Am]I don't know when I'll be
able to write [E]you again
[Am]But I will be back to California
to see [E]you[Am]
Your son,

[Interlude 1]
Ice- motherfucking- Cube
[Am][F]
[Bm][E]

[Verse 2]
Keep my [Am]hand on my gun
cause they got me on the run
I [F]swear I didn't do what they say I done
[Bm]Keep my hand on my gun cause
they got me on [E]the run
I swear I didn't do what
they say I done

[Verse 3]
Ghetto des[Am]troyer, paranoia,
I need a lawyer
This [F]bitch named Netoia, say
they lookin for ya
[E]Got[Bm] to get the fuck out
of here (yeah right)
This [E]bitch dimmed the lights
(nigga, spend the [Am]night)
Bust a quick nut,
got the fuck up and got on
Cause [F]this the same street I got shot on
So [Bm]God bless the Impala double- S
[E]I gotta holla cos I'm smokin on
double [Am]stress
Tweakin, niggas be leakin, information
[F]Got the feds seekin, incarceration
[Bm]Niggas say my name popped up
Bitch hop up
[E]Nigga close the shop up
They tryina stop up [Am]my cashflow
Leave me asshole naked [F](fuck!)
Gone in sixty seconds,
burn all record[G]s
[Bm]Nigga gettin skinny eating Denny's
Count my pen[E]nies,

[Verse 4]
only got a bag full of twenties
[Am]Listen, these Feds fishin for this extradition
[F]I'm on a mission, fuck 'em,
fight 'em, dodge 'em, [G]ditch 'em
[Bm]I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks
[E]Or spend the rest of my
life in a shit- box

[Verse 5]
It's so [Am]hard to get a room
without a credit card
It's so [F]hard not to let
'em know where you are
Tried to get a [Bm]Rent- A- Car
Whitey laughed when
I showed him [E]cash
Had to mash 'fore he called
the Feds on my ass
[Am]Went to Vegas for the weekend
Met a ho [F]down for freakin
Hey bitch, why you [Bm]sneakin?
Grabbed the paper out her hand
Am I the man on [E]the front
page? (Fuck!)
Same height,
same age [Am](click- click)
Grab the gauge, put it down the G- way
[F]Got my hostage suckin
sausage on the freeway
[Bm]She say let's hit a Circle- K
[E]Ran inside and made the niggas obey
It's [Am]like I hit the Lotto
outside Colorado
[F]Robbed the [?] for his wallet
and my vot[Bm]to
That's my motto and I gotta warn ya
Be[E]fore I'm through,
I'm going back to Californi[Am]a
[F]

[Verse 6]
[G]Keep my [Bm]hand on my gun cause
they got me on the [Bdim]run
[Bm]I sw[E]ear I didn't do what
they say I done
[Am]Listen, these Feds fishin for this extradition
[F]I'm on a mission, fuck 'em,
fight 'em, dodge [E]'em, ditch 'em
[Bm]I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks
[E]Or spend the rest of my life
in a shit- box

[Verse 7]
It's my [Am]boys, Utah to Illinois
Settin de[F]coys, so I can infiltrate
All fifty [Bm]states
Can't wait till I'm back on my feet
[E]Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep
[Am]Low key you feds can't see me
All up in [F]D.C. with strike number
[Bm]three
Clownin, made a little stock
to get a little [E]cock
Now I got niggas bangin' in Little Rock
I'm [Am]going back to Cali westbound
with my strikes
[F]Don't give a fuck who's
on the marin or the [G]mic
[Bm]I should've known when I seen that
motherfucker in the [E]lobby
Looking like he wanna rob
me [Am](Fuck!)
Federal, don't like no black het[F]ero- sexual,
intellectual
[Bm]Tried to turn me into a vegetable
An I'm [E]'a sue all black and blue
When I come to- [Am]hand cuff
(Fuck y'all!)
Big grey bus,
[F]scandalous (Fuck you too!)
And they can't stand us
[Bm]They get excited and I tried
to fight it (mama)
I'm [E]go ing back to Cali for sure,

[Interlude 2]
extradited
[Am][F]
[Bm][E]

[Verse 8]
Keep my [Am]hand on my gun cause
they got me on the run
[F]I swear I didn't [Bm]do[E]
what they say I done
[Am]Listen, these Feds fishin for this extradition
[F]I'm on a mission,
fuck 'em, fight 'em, dodge 'em, ditch 'em
[Bm]I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks
[E]Or spend the rest of my life
in a shit- [Am]box

[Verse 9]
Hey mama, [Am]when [F]y'all send pictures
you can't send a polar[Bm]oid
Got to be the regular pictures
[E]An'[Am] they got us in here puttin'
in com[F]puter chips or something
I don't [Bm]know. Like they playin with us,
it's like a game
[E]It ain't nuttin' but a
game to them mama
It's my life