Tonalité : D minor
Verse 1
Am
(X3)
Stop, (Stop ... echo)
Look but don't touch it,
If ya rub up against it,
I hope that you don't scuff it now,
Verse 2
Am
(Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop)
Verse 3
Am
Em
Am
I keep a sack of that sticky icky
A chrome nine millie wit me
A guy to watch my back
Incase somebody try to 50 Cent me
You either represent me
Or your up against me
Where I'm from
Em
They let loose until the clips
Am
is empty
Tennessee,
I'm from that volunteer state
Where when people get to drinkin'
The violence just escalate
We got young ass boys,
drivin' Escalades
We whippin' Caprice's the
color of lemonade
So much pearl,
that them bitches look laminated
Pass by your girl,
the bitches look captivated
Roll my eyes, at the broads and accelerated
I got indicted
And these haters 'round
here celebrated
Show me a hole in the wall
and a microphone
We get 'em riled up,
in here things get thrown
C
Am
Ornery, thats the way we roll
Rock northern California,
the same as home
Verse 4
Now come on
Am
Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this
mothafucka
Verse 5
Am
(We keep it southern)
Verse 6
Am
Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something
Verse 7
Am
(We keep it southern now)
Verse 8
Am
Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this
mothafucka
Verse 9
Am
(We keep it southern)
Verse 10
Am
Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something
Verse 11
Am
(We keep it southern boy)
Verse 12
Am
Big booty white broads,
who she in the H- 2?
Comin' through the drive thru
Sittin' on them (ohh uhhoo's)
Hippie starch,
Timberlands with the matching jacket
I got that automatic,
hate to have to cap a faggot
Blowin' big,
I'm on the scene spendin'
massive cabbage
Catch me in traffic and transit
'Cause I be mashin' damn it
Imagine your hustle,
amplified by twenty times
No time to sleep, it's a continuous grind
An in the street grindin'
Like a motherfuckin' pepper shaker
Rollin' like a 18 wheeler
(breaker, breaker)
I eat fader faker,
like Waltor Payton leave 'em shook
Got the law tryna hit me
with the book
(Ha Ha)
We roll up, like cigarillos,
six figure fellows
Bitches be like hello,
haters be like hell no
Southern girls keep
it shakin' like some jello
Get off in the mix
And your subject will catch an elbow
Verse 13
Am
Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this
mothafucka
Verse 14
Am
(We keep it southern)
Verse 15
Am
Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something
Verse 16
Am
(We keep it southern now)
Verse 17
Am
Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this
mothafucka
Verse 18
Am
(We keep it southern)
Verse 19
Am
Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something
Verse 20
Am
(We keep it southern boy)
Verse 21
Am
Down south money getters
All go no stop
Broads treat my pocket
Like the center of a blow pop
We don't smoke sacks
Naw boy we blow crops
Hit the mute button boy
(Siren)
Don't you see those damn cops?
Heads bobbin' up and down
Gone on that stupid juice
Lookin' for a reason we can act a fool,
sup fool?
Fuck you, duck dude he's got a gun
Try not to fall
You get stomped when everybody run
I holla hey lil mama you the
right height right width
Is that your girlfriend I'm into that bi shit
I've been addicted since the
first time I tried it
The sight of them tongues
touchin' gets me excited
Stack mack baby,
aint a glitch in my game
Vaginas begin to glisten when
you mention my name
And I don't drink champagne,
but I'll buy some
And bust a bottle on a bitch
if he try somethin'
Tell that boy! Now...
Verse 22
Am
(X3)
Stop, (Stop ... echo)
Look but don't touch it
If ya rub up against it
I hope that you don't scuff it now
Verse 23
Am
(Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop)
Am
Em
Verse 24
Am
Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this
mothafucka
Verse 25
Am
(We keep it southern)
Verse 26
Am
Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something
Verse 27
Am
(We keep it southern now)
Verse 28
Am
Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this
mothafucka
Verse 29
Am
(We keep it southern)
Verse 30
Am
Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something
Outro 1
(We keep it southern boy)
Am
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