South Park Mexican - Illegal Amigos Chords

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South Park Mexican - Illegal Amigos chords
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[Ebm] I'll be on stage when you kill that punk for [Bbm] me.
Drink some low 40, fuck my little [Db] shorty.
Pick out your ride, [Gb] luxurious is 40.
[Eb] Money is no object for this killer project.
I'll buy you a low low, [Ebm] that bounce like a high [Db] check.
You always [Ebm] have my back, my number one gold [Db] dialogue.
Watch the time fly [Gb] on this diamond lace mobile [Ebm] though.
Me, I'm rolling in the two-tone Corvette.
My third wife ain't even born [Db] yet.
I'm dope house records, bang out of Texas.
Real niggas eating MC's for [Ebm] breakfast, relentless.
When they had me to steal, get your family killed.
Like Amityville, [Db] they [Gb] eatin' in my P&G, poison from a flow [Bbm] pipe.
I pimp two bitches, everyday was so [Bb] white.
[Ebm]
[Db] [Eb] [Db] Monkey goes from LB6 [Ebm] slows.
[Db] [Eb] [Db] Illegal amigos, snacking on C [Eb]-loads.
Get crowned on my [Ebm] motherfucking face.
Is this a place?
See it in my pocket, chin up in a big face.
Dial up [Db] hitters, see me rolling in these streets with these motherfucking killers.
Get on my [Gb] lap, make a left, on hitter.
[Ebm] Get a shot up and tap your S.P. and pass me the gas.
So I can show these motherfuckers where my heart is at.
[Db] Catch me in the back of that Benzino.
Counting all my Cinos, make a JP.
[Db] Where the fuck we gon' go?
[Eb] Blowing all this smoke, straight blowing out the window.
I thought you knew we blowin' two streets of windows.
No turning [Db] back bro, continue on my hustle though.
I ain't coming up short, must maintain.
Ain't that right ho-ho?
[Bb] You see me at [Gb] the show, chillin' with them blood [Bb] masters.
Pussing off that green [Ebm] dragon sticky, with that V.S. [Bbm].O.P. Who died? You couldn't even see me. Talking bout, ain't that Zooey from that TV. [Ebm] No can- Illegal. [Eb] My [Db] people's doing it now, my [Ebm] people's- No can- With the [Bbm] people, illegal. [Eb] [Db] Illegal, my people say it can't, my [Ebm] people. Illegal to me too, yeah. They be my people, we connected like dots. Exchange your Cinos for [Db] kilos. That's why making me a, hero. Try to make a hundred thousand dollars and we started from [Bb] zero. Now [Ebm] we got connections from Chicago to L.A. and play. Then West, we even got Matico. [Db] Matico from the house of flowers and their kids, the keys. And I still keep my eyes on my- K-Sam, [Bb] we big [Ebm] ballin'. That's what I'm telling my people. Affiliated, like we neck dots. Illegal, [Db] illegal, blood masters. Keys, I'm all Mexican. Round tribe, Kido and my boy K [Bb]-Sam. Outlaw, Hooger, the home and the Essex. [Bbm] Chuy Lobo, Malcon, and last Nick Schiff. Illegal amigos, Mexican connection. Everything from geeks to pounds to automatic [Bb] flippin'. Big [Ebm] ballin'. No can- With the people, illegal. [Db] Illegal, my people, we're [Ebm] LBs and kilos. No can- With the [Db] people, illegal. [Eb] [Db] Illegal, my people, stackin' them [Eb] Cinos. As the sun goes down, we begin to post up. I done put my coat [Ebm] up and my dope is no [Db] grunt. Don't fight the feeling, eventually you're dead pen. S-P-M, rock the world that [Ebm] you're livin'. Street race for combat, [Db] Hollin' where they bomb at. Fuck hoes and [Eb] all that, bitches is a [Db] drawback. I go all out, walk down the wrong route. Go south, know what I'm [Bb] talkin' bout. [Ebm] Y'all doubt my potential, my credentials. I catch y'all niggas up like [Gb] pretzels. Man, damn, soy, got los [Bbm] boy. ADD's a [Gb] must, stayin' self [Eb]-employed. [Ebm] Killin' them softly, raisin' a mark on me. They askin' me if I'm the best, I tell them [Bbm] probably. Fellas is jealous on my dick like [Db] relish. I promise I'ma shoot a bitch ass where [Ebm] hell is. No can- With the [Db] people, [Eb] illegal. [Db] Illegal, amigos, but they're not my [Ebm] privos. With the [Db] people, illegal. [Eb] [Db] Illegal, amigos, stayin' in my capito. [Gb] [Ebm]
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To learn Spm - Illegal Amigos chords, these are the chords to practise in sequence: Bbm, Db, Ebm and Db. Start slow with ChordU's Free Tempo controller and increase your speed as you get comfortable. Align the capo with your vocal depth and chord choice, bearing in mind the song's original key: Gb Major.

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_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _
[Ebm] _ _ _ I'll be on stage when you kill that punk for [Bbm] me.
Drink some low 40, fuck my little [Db] shorty.
Pick out your ride, [Gb] luxurious is 40.
[Eb] Money is no object for this killer project.
I'll buy you a low low, [Ebm] that bounce like a high [Db] check.
You always [Ebm] have my back, my number one gold [Db] dialogue.
Watch the time fly [Gb] on this diamond lace mobile [Ebm] though.
Me, I'm rolling in the two-tone Corvette.
My third wife ain't even born [Db] yet.
I'm dope house records, bang out of Texas.
Real niggas eating MC's for [Ebm] breakfast, relentless.
When they had me to steal, get your family killed.
Like Amityville, [Db] they [Gb] eatin' in my P&G, poison from a flow [Bbm] pipe.
I pimp two bitches, everyday was so [Bb] white.
[Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Db] Monkey goes from LB6 [Ebm] slows. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Db] Illegal amigos, snacking on C [Eb]-loads.
Get crowned on my [Ebm] motherfucking face.
Is this a place?
See it in my pocket, chin up in a big face.
Dial up [Db] hitters, see me rolling in these streets with these motherfucking killers.
Get on my [Gb] lap, make a left, on hitter.
[Ebm] Get a shot up and tap your S.P. and pass me the gas.
So I can show these motherfuckers where my heart is at.
[Db] Catch me in the back of that Benzino.
Counting all my Cinos, make a JP.
[Db] Where the fuck we gon' go?
[Eb] Blowing all this smoke, straight blowing out the window.
I thought you knew we blowin' two streets of windows.
No turning [Db] back bro, continue on my hustle though.
I ain't coming up short, must maintain.
Ain't that right ho-ho?
[Bb] You see me at [Gb] the show, chillin' with them blood [Bb] masters.
Pussing off that green [Ebm] dragon sticky, with that V.S. [Bbm].O.P. Who died? You couldn't even see me. Talking bout, ain't that Zooey from that TV. [Ebm] No can- _ _ _ _ _ Illegal. [Eb] My _ [Db] _ people's doing it now, my [Ebm] people's- No can- _ _ With the [Bbm] people, illegal. [Eb] _ _ [Db] Illegal, my people say it can't, my [Ebm] people. Illegal to me too, yeah. They be my people, we connected like dots. Exchange your Cinos for [Db] kilos. That's why making me a, hero. Try to make a hundred thousand dollars and we started from [Bb] zero. Now [Ebm] we got connections from Chicago to L.A. and play. Then West, we even got Matico. [Db] Matico from the house of flowers and their kids, the keys. And I still keep my eyes on my- K-Sam, [Bb] we big [Ebm] ballin'. That's what I'm telling my people. Affiliated, like we neck dots. Illegal, [Db] illegal, blood masters. Keys, I'm all Mexican. Round tribe, Kido and my boy K [Bb]-Sam. Outlaw, Hooger, the home and the Essex. [Bbm] Chuy Lobo, Malcon, and last Nick Schiff. Illegal amigos, Mexican connection. Everything from geeks to pounds to automatic [Bb] flippin'. Big [Ebm] ballin'. No can- With _ the people, illegal. _ [Db] _ Illegal, my people, we're [Ebm] LBs and kilos. No can- _ _ With the [Db] people, illegal. [Eb] _ _ [Db] Illegal, my people, stackin' them [Eb] Cinos. As the sun goes down, we begin to post up. I done put my coat [Ebm] up and my dope is no [Db] grunt. Don't fight the feeling, eventually you're dead pen. S-P-M, rock the world that [Ebm] you're livin'. Street race for combat, [Db] Hollin' where they bomb at. Fuck hoes and [Eb] all that, bitches is a [Db] drawback. I go all out, walk down the wrong route. Go south, know what I'm [Bb] talkin' bout. [Ebm] Y'all doubt my potential, my credentials. I catch y'all niggas up like [Gb] pretzels. Man, damn, soy, got los [Bbm] boy. ADD's a [Gb] must, stayin' self [Eb]-employed. [Ebm] Killin' them softly, raisin' a mark on me. They askin' me if I'm the best, I tell them [Bbm] probably. Fellas is jealous on my dick like [Db] relish. I promise I'ma shoot a bitch ass where [Ebm] hell is. No can- _ _ With the [Db] people, [Eb] illegal. _ _ [Db] Illegal, amigos, but they're not my [Ebm] privos. With _ _ the _ [Db] people, illegal. [Eb] _ _ [Db] Illegal, amigos, stayin' in my capito. [Gb] _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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This song finds its place within the Power Moves the Table album.

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