Tonalité : A minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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H- O- U- S- T- O- N,
T- E- X- A- S
Where you can get good weed good drank,
or even get put to rest
Dm
Am
Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click,
C
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or rep the Swishahouse
Dm
And we don't play games we gon take aim,
Am
C
or punch you in your mouth
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C
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On a paper chase for that big bread,
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H.P.D. act like dick heads
C
Cause they wanna know what we're smoking,
and how much coedine in our
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Big red
Dm
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C
And we stay draped in VVSdiamonds,
VS1's
Dm
And we don't tolerate jackers,
C
Am
we take jackers to Vietnam
Sunday night is well connected,
C
with Big Steve and Captain Jack
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Tuesday night we at the rocks,
C
with ten cars deep and all them Lacs
Dm
Jumping stacks dump a gat,
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steel jabs and quarterbacks
Dm
F
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Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap,
money we need all of that
F
Am
Bulgari glasses on my face,
hand cannon on my waist
C
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Candy blue paint on my ride,
C
Trouble in the front in the back is Grace
Dm
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Joseph McVey that's my name,
C
and I taste diamonds in my mouth
Dm
Am
Fuck a nigga named Lloyd Banks,
C
it's going down in the South
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Pistol
Verse 2
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packers and jackers,
and bad ass bitches on the track
Everybody you come across,
trying to stack stacks
Dm
It's going down in the South,
Am
(going down in the South)
Dm
It's going down in the South,
Am
Em
C
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(going down in the South)
We got diamonds in our mouth,
around our arms and round our necks
C
Six or seven days,
Am
and we ain't been to sleep yet
C
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It's going down in the South,
Em
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(going down in the South)
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Dm
It's going down in the South,
Am
(going down in the South)
Verse 3
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It all started with a tour of the
B.C., to a half of the O.G.
Some dudes still fish swear,
G
Am
in a spot that's low key
Dm
You niggaz don't know me,
C
Am
you so baloni
You play in the pig pen,
I hang where the folks be
We don't talk to police,
leave that to you fonies
G
Disguised as homies, to get me felonies
Dm
I forever be lonely,
C
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Dm
just me and my coedine
My tech has no beam,
C
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my aim is so clean
C
Been at it since 14, you can't control me
Am
C
So quit the baloni, 'fore I go
Dm
where your folks sleep
Hit your block and it's on G,
C
Dm
the strap sits cozy
It claps but don't speak,
C
Dm
leave flats no slowly
Am
So don't provoke me,
C
I was raised in the struggle
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C
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Good kush and kool- aid,
C
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so they stay in a huddle
Dm
If you call me on the blank runs,
C
the next time it's double
G
Dm
Fuck stunting but if you want,
C
Boss'll teach you how to hustle
Am
Pistol
Verse 4
Dm
Am
packers and jackers,
and bad ass bitches on the track
Everybody you come across,
C
trying to stack stacks
Am
Dm
It's going down in the South,
Am
C
(going down in the South)
Em
Dm
It's going down in the South,
Am
C
(going down in the South)
F
Am
We got diamonds in our mouth,
around our arms and round our necks
C
Six or seven days,
Am
and we ain't been to sleep yet
Dm
It's going down in the South,
Am
(going down in the South)
C
Am
C
Dm
It's going down in the South,
Am
(going down in the South)
Verse 5
Some of my partnas ride blue,
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some of my partnas ride red
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And just like I got partnas that's free,
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I got partnas in the FED
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I got partnas in the state,
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C
for killing niggaz or moving weight
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Dm
I even got niggaz in the Army,
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in Baghdad and Kuwait
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Dm
Every block you pass in H- Town,
C
you gon see a candy ride
Dm
F
C
Whoever driving it gon keep a weapon handy,
right by his side
Dm
Down here jackers don't hide,
Am
Dm
they be out all in the open
C
Therefo' when I'm in floss mode,
Dm
I might shoot anybody that's approaching
Am
C
Hit a nigga be it a bitch,
Am
C
cause I ain't ready to dig my ditch
Am
C
Any given time I look like new money,
Am
C
to somebody that wanna get rich
Dm
C
Laws harassing as they pass,
protect and serve they never do that
Dm
Instead of love they pull out a billy club,
Am
and beat us till we blue black
C
Am
So fuck the laws ex cept Officer Tony,
C
cause he real
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C
Behind the badge he a Mo City nigga for life,
and that's why we chill
Dm
Rest in Peace Big H.A.W.K.,
C
I think about you all day all night
Bb
I'll see you again one day,
Dm
Am
C
whenever I crap out rolling the dice of life
Dm
Pistol
Verse 6
F
Am
packers and jackers,
C
Am
and bad ass bitches on the track
Everybody you come across,
trying to stack stacks
Dm
It's going down in the South,
C
(going down in the South)
Am
Dm
It's going down in the South,
Am
C
(going down in the South)
F
Am
We got diamonds in our mouth,
around our arms and round our necks
C
Six or seven days,
Am
and we ain't been to sleep yet
C
Am
Dm
It's going down in the South,
Am
C
(going down in the South)
E
Am
Dm
It's going down in the South,
Am
(going down in the South)
Outro 1
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