Susi: D minor
Intro 1
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G
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Verse 1
Am
G
D
Am
Smoke something
G
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I just bought me a Coupe Deville,
Took out the air bag put
Dm
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Now all the ATL niggas wanna jack
cause I'm from Texas,
fifth on the back
D
I'm coming down the west end,
And bust a right Coney Island pop the
D
Am
Niggas was happening put they
Burboun to the floor nigga
Hard to bust back but I was
Am
Nigga in PA, it's like the wild,
wild west
Throwing all packed ? and
Dm
D
Am
When the shit pop out, who gon stunt,
G
Nigga ain't shooting me first
I fin to pop the trunk
D
Am
[UGK] These niggas keep talking like
Verse 2
they want the funk
But niggas love to talk shit
Dm
Am
Running off at they dick suckers
getting it crunk
Nigga I'm high off this weed
Am
Steady fronting like a man but
you show me a punk
Man I knew he was a bitch
D
All we really came to do is just
These niggas steady running me hot
Am
[Celly Cel] You niggas didn't know that
Verse 3
I was
outta control
G
Slow yo roll for I put this
chopper straight to yo fo
D
Am
Head you better off dead than to fuck
around with psycho niggas
G
Don't be trying to plead yo case cuz
I don't even like no niggas
Am
In my face, trying to question
me about some drama
Only answer to two people:
Dm
Am
Far as niggas trying to put me in the cross,
Nina Ross hoe house boss
Dm
D
Am
I bet you mind something in,
run and tell a friend
G
? on the Gin, I think he said
"trippin" once again
D
Am
It ain't no stopping me, get at me
then I'm dumping on ya,
G
Riding past yo funeral hanging
out the window slumping on ya
D
You didn't know, they didn't
Am
tell you boy you better listen
While I shoot this shit before you
G
put yourself in that position
D
Am
Niggas that know me know
I specialize in having bump
G
You can have the tail way from the shovel so
we can pop the trunk
D
Am
These niggas keep talking like
Verse 4
they want the funk
Man cause his bitch chose me
Am
Running off at they dick suckers
getting it crunk
Cause I'm fucking yo gal
Dm
Am
Steady fronting like a man but
you show me a punk
Nigga tried to jack my car
Am
All we really came to do is just
smoke some scum
Smoking at the tittie bar
G
Am
[Bun B] Under Cali's blue skies,
Verse 5
Am
G
smoking on chronicles and chocolate ties
Even when we tell the truth,
Dm
Am
the hoes we lies,
Man ain't no disguise,
doing ninety week flies,
G
Ain't got no time for middle
D
Am
men and small fries,
Only money conversation
Let me talk to your boss man,
Am
And back yo ass up and don't
act so surprised,
G
When pistols start to cock,
D
Am
hands start to rise,
Nobody move too fast I advise,
G
D
Or you can catch a hot one right
Recognize I done set
me sights on the prize,
G
Am
An d put lights out with boom fifty bye,
bye's,
I'm labeling my life off of
rap and weed highs,
D
Am
fucking shoe size.,
But fucking wit us ain't wise,
to pop the trunk
Am
These niggas keep talking like
Verse 6
they want the funk
I knew he was the police
Dm
Am
Running off at they dick
suckers gettin it crunk
Man I'm sipping on
Am
Steady fronting like a man but you
show me a punk
Am
All we really came to do is just
smoke some scum
To make it, make it crunk I had to
G
Am
pop the trunk
Verse 7
[Pimp C] I know that they some bitches had to
G
Dm
Am
pop the trunk
G
California to Texas popping
Am
the trunk
UGK and Celly Cel we bout to
G
Dm
Am
pop the trunk
G
Sipping on Hennessy ? I fin to pop the trunk,
D
Am
bitch
Smoke somethin,
Gm
G
Am
D time, PA, uh, '97
G
D
Smoke something,
like Too $hort bitch
G
Am
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