Chords for Lobo Wanna Raise - South Park Mexican

_ _ _ _ _ Uh, [C] I'm picking my voice a little bit.
[Eb] _ _ Just [C] a little bit, man.
Just a little bit, man.
Yeah, just a little bit.
Just a [Gm] little bit.
[Eb] Yeah.
[C] _ Flippin', XO trippin'.
Oh, shit.
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[C] _ Flippin', XO trippin'.
Got [Cm] the new kicks from the boy Scottie [Eb] Pippin'.
Still [C] Wayne living, skiing off the chicken.
You hoes already know [Gm] what I'm sipping.
Still [C] a big dipper, still a straight killer. _
[Cm] Still unloading off that [Eb] 18-wheeler. _
[C] Nobody better, never ever ever.
Glass on my lap like the girl [Gm] Cinderella.
[D] Hand [C] on my redder, surf on the netter.
Looking for a shredder in a [Eb] polo sweater.
Beef gets settled, straight from the ghetto.
Say you're coming back home, boy, I [Gm] keep it sped [D] up.
Here [C] in Texas, not many mesquites.
Except the one that got the two [Eb] 600 engines.
Don't [C] ask questions, don't give answers.
Sitting at the bar, cause I'm not a [Gm] good dancer.
It's [C] the day after, pray for me, pastor.
Mix a little purple with your [Eb] strawberry shaster.
Or the [C] cream soda, roll it in the Cobra.
Motherfucking thug, born the 5th [Gm] of October.
Serving [C] that coca, used to be the loca.
Catch her at the club, I'm a [G] snapper, then [Eb] choker.
Still [C] about to holler, find it and I shot it.
Call it what you call it, old [G] brown bags and Sonic Man.
I'm [C] _ abracadabra, struggling not a straggler.
Bubbling out of Babler, [G] hustling not a [Eb] hassler.
Never [C] been a [Bb] bachelor, always been married.
Through these fucking streets, staying low.
Till I'm buried, now I'm a swang, I'm a swerve.
I think I'm seeing blurred.
[Bb] When my [C] boys surge and the truck [Eb] watches burst.
With my [C] Persian princess on 22 inches.
When I sleep, she say that my trigger [Gm] finger twitches.
I'm [C] _ superstitious and I'm the living ghost.
So many hoes wanna be [Eb] with the lopes.
I'm tweaking [C] on the motherfucking deed that I smoke.
Going 95 on my [Gm] motherfucking boat.
[Eb] Riding [C] them waves, chunking up my trays.
Lobo call me up talking about he [Eb] wanna raise.
Prime [C] show pays, don't do grades.
Keep a low cut like [Gm] the boy Norman [D] Bates.
[C] Battles in the shakes, jumps in the brakes.
White candy paint look like [Eb] the pearly gates.
Selling [C] my tapes in 50 different states.
Fuck the radio, cause you [Gm] motherfuckers hate.
But [C] it's all good, I'm from a small hood.
Dyes bitches up and bring them back to [Eb] Heelwood.
In my [C] _ Levi's, sag down to my lugs.
With a t-shirt that say we is [G] not [D] drugs.
Be [Cm] one of us, live in the brush.
Just put diamonds on my [Eb] baby's hairbrush.
I fuck [C] with the plus and not the minus.
And I might just let my black [G] nine bust.
[Cm] And it goes like, uh, y'all ain't ready for this.
[C] Uh-uh, y'all ain't ready [Cm] for this. _ _
_ Uh, y'all ain't ready for this.
[C] Come on, you no ready [Gm] for this.
[D] I tighten [C] up my laces on my brand new [Bb] Stacys.
Hug and [C] kiss my babies, then call [Eb] up my crazies.
Tryna [C] make it through another day ain't all easy. _
Motherfuckers hate cause I'm on top [Gm] like ZZ.
Young [C] niggas think we out here playing fucking games.
So one nigga's looking in the other [Eb] nigga's brains. _
[C] Laughing and giggling about the words that I riddled.
Now we still in the coffin rock, all them [Eb] dicks shriveled.
[C] Hopping along in my [Gm] 54 Braun.
Yes, [C] I hate pigs like them [G] boys of Islam.
[Eb] Gone [C] in the wind, not long till the end.
No more talking, my Glock in the [G] palm of my hand. _
[C] Alize and the [G] Mandalay.
[C] Got a call, they shot two, the rest [G] ran away.
[Eb] That's how the shit [C] get done in the deep south.
I'm in Vegas watching Vulgas knock a [G] bitch out.
[D] Ice glistened [C] politician on the down and dirty.
Peace to all my fucking rasta [Cm] up in Albuquerque.
[Eb] Signed a bonus [C] with a uni, now my house is roomy.
Niggas wanna do me, but you bitches nothing [Gm] to me.
[Eb] Understand my [C] killer's love, making haters bloody.
Acting buddy, but he's soft and then silly [Eb] putty.
Hanging by a [C] rope and gun him like you do a goat.
And on his neck, write this on a fucking [Gm] note.
Bitch missing [C] in the wind, what began has begun.
Blast my heat, one sweep him [G] up and be done.
[Ebm] I'm one in [C] a quatrillion, _ motherfucking million.
Laying in my bed, getting hit from [G] a Brazilian.
[Eb] Mama [Cm] still bitching, gangsters still listening.
[Bb] I'm [C] blowing weed with them boys from [Eb] New Edition.
Man, [Cm] I'm balling, [G] never ever falling.
Skip [C] to my loom, I'm motherfucking [Cm] darling.
And it goes like, uh, [Eb] y'all ain't ready for this.
[Bb] _ Y'all ain't ready [Gm] for this.
[Eb] _ _
[Cm] _ Uh, y'all ain't ready for this.
Uh, [C] y'all ain't ready for this shit.
[D] Uh, fuck [Cm] it, you see him, see [Gm] him.
Go ahead, tell him, tell him.
[C] Only music is [G] my dope and I sell [Eb] him, sell him.
[Cm] Or I sling him, sling him.
It don't matter what you call it, my shit so [G] hot up in New.
How good you been recording?
[Cm] How some of y'all niggas [G] think my heart is so warm?
[C] Cold motherfucker, [G] me, [Eb] you the one, none [C] motherfucker.
Have your whole crew, drucka, drucka.
It happens when I [G] pull out my [Eb] 9mm, bronca [C] nigga, watcha.
Be careful, cause my blood gets hotter.
Chunk that bullet out [Eb] my gun and stuff her.
[C] Remember when I used to be your mic wrecker?
With the grace of Yahweh, I [Gm] come to be your mic checker.
[C] Now it's better, now that I'm making my cheddar.
My belly stay full [Eb] and my throat is never wetter.
[C] Hey Rebecca, meet me at the backstage later.
Cause when I go down, this [Gm] week I'm going [D] down to Jamaica.
[C] _ _ _ That's what I'm talking about.
For real.
_ _ [Eb] See you later. _ _
[C] _ _ _ Y'all ain't ready for this.
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