Gangsta Lean Chords by D.R.S

[A#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ [D#m] _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ [A#m] _ _ _ [E] _
This _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [C#] song's dedicated to my homies in that gangsta league.
_ Why'd you have [D#] to [A#m] go so [C#] soon?
[G#m] _ _ [C#] _
_ [F#m] It [C#] seems like yesterday we were hanging round the hood.
Now I'm gonna keep your memory [D#]
[A#m] alive like a [G#m] homie [C#] should.
[F#] _ A [C#] lifetime of memory _ going down the drain. _
_ I'd like to keep stepping, [D#]
[C#] but I can't get [F#] past the pain.
I took my [C#] body to your memory.
Take a drink and I start to think.
[F#] And I _ [C#] know one day soon [D#]
[D#m] we'll be _ [Fm] [C#] hanging _ [G]
[F#] out.
This is for [C#] my homie.
This is for my homies.
Well, _ see you when I get [D#] there.
[A#m] In that [D#m] gangsta league, that [C#] gangsta league.
This is for my homie. _
This is for my homies.
Well, see you when I get there.
In that [D#] gangsta league, [A#m] that [C#] gangsta league.
_ My God, my God, _ would you pass on a message for me?
Tell him put down those dice for a second, [C#] Lord.
Listen to [F#] his [C#] homie.
[A#m] Could you tell him [C#] I'll never let go of his memory?
So his son will know he won't have to cry no more.
[F#m] _
[A#m] God's got his way.
[B] I said God's got [C#] his way.
A lifetime of memory _ going down the drain. _
_ I'd like to keep stepping, [D#]
[A#m] but I [C#] can't get past [D#m] the [C#] pain.
I took [F#] my body [C#] to your memory. _
Take a drink and I start to think and I know one day soon
we'll be _ [Fm] [A#m] hanging _ [G]
[F#] out.
This [C#] is for my _ homie.
This is for my homies.
See [F#] you when [C#] I get [D#] there.
[A#m] In that [D#] gangsta league, [G#m] that [B] gangsta league.
[F#] This is for [C#] my homie. _
You know [F#] I miss [C#] you.
You know I miss you, my homie.
See you when I get [F#m] there.
[D#m] In that [D#] gangsta [A#m] league, that [D#] gangsta [A#m] league.
This song dedicated to my [C#] homies in that gangsta league.
[D#] Tommy from Master's Touch.
[C#] My boy YB.
[F#] And my boy E-Mirror.
Whoever [C#] else out there got a homie that's in that gangsta league.
[D#m] And also my boys [Fm] in the pen.
And [C#] they'll never see the street again.
Because you know what?
It don't matter what they was doing while they was here.
They could have been [D#m] banging, slanging, but they ain't [C#] here no more.
Now somebody's dead, [F#] somebody's baby, somebody's [C#] homie.
So go on and let [F#m] them rest in peace [D#m] while they in that gangsta league.
[F] You know what I'm [A#m] saying?
That's on the real world.
This is for [C#] my homie.
[D#m] Now that you're in that gangsta [C#] league.
Well, well, well.
See you when I get [D#] there.
[A#m] I'm so sorry, [G] young girl, [G#m] but I've got to [C#] keep on.
[A#m] This [F#] is [C#] for my homie.
I keep moving. _ _ _ _ _