Susi: F minor
Verse 1
Em
I, I just died in your arms tonight
D
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Must've been something you said
Em
Am
I just died in your
D
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arms tonight
Em
I, I just died in your arms tonight
D
Bm
Broadcastin' live from the 512
Em
Am
Live music capital of the world
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It's your boy Capone
Em
Homie, I move with the ground
Totin' the pounds
Steer it 2004 with 23s on the ground
Hold it down for 12 rounds
I'm hogging the belt,
I'm TRL in the shells
D
Em
Making them melt,
the new heavy aiming
Doing bad things, I'm aiming it well
I'm untouchable my man,
so I'm leaving the shells
Club appearance for chips,
spare change on Chris
Got a wife with a fat purse,
Em
Earned the six figure house,
can't got my name on the front
Sitting on a snakeskin sofa,
kissing the blunt
Conversations not for chumps,
away from me homie
Hate label execs,
your percentage is boring
The other side of the story,
I'm Mexican raps
It's the BET and the sauce,
hope they ready for that
Mexicano got steez,
shoot slang to the G's Roll
with Latino jam records
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Bm
Em
cause they holdin' the streets
Am
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Bm
Em
D
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Em
Am
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they behoove full of Mexicans,
planes and Hummers,
Mexico trips for summer.
You tough, yo, I'm tougher,
take a picture of the stunner
Your manager's a joke,
Am
so your record's a bummer
Em
A whole lot of hatin' at your radio station
Two hours a week,
I don't need your rotation
If it's out there, I'm takin'
off patrol like bacon
D
LJ Medallion around my neck,
Em
Wanna see a real gangster,
dawg, look around me
Got pitbulls on sight,
put you down with a ground beat
Those that surround me,
only G's surround me
Behind the scenes, my team,
we are splittin' the cream
Puttin' burns on your team,
you shattered like glass
Behind that woman that you married
Spankin' that ass
One more how do we get?
Disco ponese
El pinche mero vaquero
I, I just died in your arms tonight
D
Bm
Must've been somethin' you said
Em
Am
D
Bm
I just died in your arms tonight
Em
I, I just died in your arms tonight
D
Bm
Em
Must've been somethin' you said
D
Bm
arms tonight
Em
Push your crew off the stage
so I can do my thing
Wanna see brown pride?
Just watch what I bring
I ain't never sold out,
Chicago rap's my thing
No sideburns or jumpsuit,
but I'm still the king CDs on the street,
not platinum or gold
But George Washington faces,
got a million of those
Holding chains like a Jew,
I stay brand new
You got a Benz, so what?
Em
The body, you're a man they love me,
I bring it in work
Concrete court in the hood,
instead of the dirt
Place to go after school
while your momma at work
Triple -double them up,
yo, sweat up your shirt
I be the jefe of the borough,
I'm stern and thorough
The only Mexican that's paid
for skills that's verbal
I'm cool, yo, I'm nice, dawg,
you never slide twice
Go ahead and act a fool
when I'm a dirty, my knife
C'mon, c'mon
D
It all started in San Fernando,
Em
California
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Em
The 254 to the 512
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361 -210 -817 -214
Em
D
I put it down for all my rasta,
Bm
Em
homie
Coupon, they say
Remember the name,
Outro 1
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