Tonalité : Bb minor•
Verse 1
Bbm
Yeah,
Gb
just finna let y 'all niggas know,
Bbdim
couple things,
Am
that's that nigga,
Bbm
Bbdim
it's back to the fullest,
Am
I'm out here in Texas,
F
tryna hook up with some shit,
Am
Bbdim
you know what I'm saying,
Am
F
Bbm
Bbdim
Am
Bbm
I want the money, weed,
A
sex, and the hoes
Am
Ebm
Nigga, welcome to the South,
Am
Bbm
homie, lax, trues, and vogue
Scan this 304,
A
nothin' but hella redneck po -poes
Am
Ebm
Ebdim
Am
What are these niggas puttin' in work
Em
Am
C
24 -7 straight up locos
Bbm
With killers, pack them 4 -4s
A
Am
Them vatos got them twist blades
Ebm
A
Am
Snortin' hella coke,
Em
Am
niggas mobbin' like
Bbm
These sick made niggas watch
your back
A
Am
F
cause licking your ass could be a goner
Eb
Am
E
You took my nigga full of
Em
Am
beer and marijuana
Bbm
My nigga brought the lynched
A
Am
step foot from the train
Ebm
A
Gb
All the way from Sac,
Em
niggas loc'd to the brain
Bbm
With that cannibalistic Tyrene nig
A
Am
ga eating at your flesh
Eb
Am
Shipping them OZs by the 40s
Em
Am
Bbm
with that Texas type of siss
A
I tell you what the fuck do you get
Am
Ebm
when sick made niggas come to Texas
Am
Em
with that crazy type of shit
Bbm
Niggas know they ready
A
to fuck something up
Am
Bbm
Eb
Westside and Dirty South,
Ebdim
Am
E
Tennis Motherfuckers
Bbm
UGH!
Bbdim
If you Pimp Slappin',
A
Nigga get your slap on
Am
Nigga if you Gun Clappin',
Em
Bbm
Nigga get your clap on
Bbdim
Do what the fuck you got to do
A
Am
to make your game stay tight
It's Westside and Dirty South,
Bbm
we gon' ride tonight
Bbdim
If you Pimp Slappin',
A
Am
Nigga get your slap on
F#
A
Nigga if you Gun Clappin',
F#
Em
Bbm
Nigga get your clap on
Bbdim
Do what the fuck you got to do
A
Am
to make your game stay tight
A
Am
It's Westside and Dirty South,
Em
F
we gon' ride tonight
Bbm
C#
I mix my gin with my O .E.
D
Dm
Am
Ain't no time to quit it
Bbm
cause I can bench it and get
F#
Em
off the double digits
F#
Bbm
Try to chop you down to a midget size
nigga with no limit
A
Am
With the windows tinted, raw the minute
Bbm
Gotta get so high,
Ebm
F#
Em
on to the levee, get dry
Bbm
Liquor sick and that ain't no lie
Nigga nuts and guts with them sluts,
A
Am
rip the skin off they nuts
Eb
Gb
How bout some cold cuts,
Em
Am
Em
an d I got some hot sauce
Bbm
Gotta get my rocks off,
A
Am
that's why I talk soft
Eb
Ebm
Gb
I'm eatin' hogmogs and bet,
Am
Bbm
nigga hogmogs and what?
I'm eatin' hogmogs and baby guts,
A
they guts
Bbm
Ebm
Gb
And when I told them I did it,
A
Em
Bbm
they didn't want to play my cuts
I like prime real substances,
A
Bbm
not everyday gangsta shit
Ebm
Gb
A
Hoes be lovin' it,
Em
F#
Bbm
when I tell them I'ma lick they clit
A
But I'm not gon' lick that shit
Am
Bitch, you must be sicker
A
than sick made music
E
Em
Bbm
Bitch, you must be
C#
Shit, I put your body in
A
Am
a trash compactor
Eb
Ebm
E
And I ain't no actor, got an actor
Gb
Bbm
Being a major factor in this game
A
Bbm
Eb
Ebdim
Am
Em
Bbm
Bbdim
It's all game
A
Am
A
Am
Em
Am
Bbm
Bbdim
A
Am
A
F#
F
We gon' ride tonight,
Bbm
Bbdim
if you PIPS slappin',
A
nigga get yo' slap on,
Am
nigga if you gun flappin',
A
Bbm
nigga get yo' clap on
Bbdim
Do what the fuck you gotta do
A
Am
to make yo' game stay tight, it's
Wet Side of Dirty South,
A
Bbm
Db
Bbm
we gon' ride to night
A
It's that sack time, Gartenblock,
look to the brain
Bbm
Ebm
I wan na puff up some
Em
of that kush, nigga,
A
pass me the flame
Bbm
Db
It's that nigga straight from Eastwood,
A
Am
funky town, Texas
Ebm
Ebdim
Sick made niggas takin'
Eb
Am
slugs to they chesses
Bbm
With that dirty south pimp shit,
A
Am
blastin' out them trunks
Ebm
A
Sick made music with that
Am
Em
Am
southern neckbone funk
Bbm
Got them skitsin' like they
A
smokin' on some water, fool
Bbm
Eb
I don't give a shit,
Ebm
A
Em
do what the fuck you niggas gotta do
Bbm
Hit the weed and get your serve on
A
Am
Get that Skrilla, nigga,
Eb
Am
ride and get your swerve on
Em
Bbm
Hit that killer, nigga,
Db
A
life is how you live it when you kick it
Am
Eb
Watch your back cause niggas is
Am
E
clapping for them meal tickets
Am
Bbm
Shit is real wicked,
A
peep these niggas who destroy shit
Am
Bbm
A
Gb
Watch them niggas with them heaters
A
Em
cause they boy sick
Bbm
Gotta get my man showin',
A
Am
this ain't nothin' but the truth
Bbm
Eb
A
Take our shit and get off the pot,
E
Em
do what the fuck you got to do
Bbm
Bbdim
If you pimp slappin',
A
nigga get your slap on
Am
A
Am
Nigga if you gun clappin',
A
Em
Bbm
Db
nigga get your clap on
F
Bbm
Bbdim
Do what the fuck you got to do
A
Am
to make your game stay tight
A
Am
It's West Side and Dirty South,
Em
F#
C#
we gon' ride tonight
Bbm
Bbdim
If you pimp slappin',
A
nigga, get your slap on
Am
Nigga, if you gun clappin',
Gb
nigga, get your clap on
Bbm
Bbdim
Do what the fuck you got to do
A
to make your game stay tight
Am
A
It's West Side of Dirty South,
E
Db
we gon' ride tonight
Bbm
Bbdim
Am
A
C#
Bbdim
Am
Bbm
Bye Bye -bye.
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