Chords for SPM- Dallas To Houston

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[E] We ain't shookin' y'all down one damn time.
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_ _ I'm so _ _ _ alert, boys gettin' hurt.
Step to the S, I'ma let my gut flirt.
I got the roll with the K-N-O-N.
That's the dang home of the S-P [Dm]-M.
[Em] Oh my lord, it's [E] such a pretty day.
I love the D-town, man, I think I'm gon' pay.
Here's for my Rasa, I got a beer Pansa.
I twist, burn my finger, tryna spill a few [D] grancha.
[E] I ain't Mamma Mia, rest in peace, Junior.
I'm just like a music, that's a leap in premier.
Hold em up, man, man, I'm hard on the mic.
I use cell graph on a 10-speed [D] bike.
What's [E] up, Junior Bia?
Shootin' hot tourists.
My family from Mexico, they still rob the tourists.
I'm in my room, rollin' up ganja.
My mom's in the [E] kitchen, rollin' up [D] masa.
The [E] whole Metroplex, S-P-X.
My boy at a photo strip gave me some eggs.
I'ma pop one, guess it's time to get wiggy.
Guess who I saw, Santa comin' down my [Dm] chimney.
[E] Hold em up, man, I need to ask Rashid.
Say, motherfucka, what you put in this weed?
Smoked out in my new truck.
V-Luvs ask me if I'm fucked up.
[Dm] Pretty [E] much make a ho with the one touch.
Time for lunch, let's jump in my bathtub.
Bubble suds, I can see with my third eye.
First eye view, I got to survive.
[Dm] So [E] true, D-roll with the Tech-9.
Teflon is signed to the top, man.
All wrong, my niggas in the group shootin' up the place.
You talk shit, but never in my [Dm] fuckin' face.
[E] Holler back if you [B] can, dude.
Murder [E] rub, but I've only kicked a handful.
Earlier I was drunk and was on cane.
Now it's 7 a.m., it's been a long day.
[Dm] I'm just [E] trying to go to sleep, but I [B] can't go.
I keep seeing people looking in my [Bm] back, no.
I just [E] wanna shoot and never read the redstone.
But I can't, cause my kids is [B] upstairs, though.
I [E] look in the mirror, I see [B] Carlos.
That's the [E] cat that done lost all his marbles.
I'ma go to the kitchen, make some nachos.
But all we got is fuckin' eggs and [Bm] potatoes.
I got [E] the new Benz plus [B] two Chevy's.
On 19 [E]-inch choppers, they don't make 20's.
Enemies, oh yeah, man, I got many.
I bought a last fuckin' breath with a high penny.
I'm a serious slugger, all in the struggle.
Harder at the club than a whooper and a drugger.
See, I'm the bomb, got more hits than Shaka Khan.
Smokin' ganja, man, with my hammers [D] on.
[E] Big bitch, the only way I like her.
She suck my dick while I'm playin' on my trike.
Revitalizin', so refreshing.
Man, they tryin' to get me for some egg [Dm] possession.
I'm [E] ashin' and [B] dashin', I ain't crashin' or lack.
I'd rather let my nigga drive, I'ma chill in the back.
[E] I'ma smoke J's, the radio don't play me.
Except the real niggas, the rest of y'all are [Dm] staged.
Y'all [E] should be wearin' dresses, kick you out of Texas.
I'ma make a wise investment, I'ma [Bm] pick me an FKS and go [E] head to Texas.
Oh, the hood is the hood, man.
It don't matter where you from or what you [D] playin'.
You [E] still get your [B] motherfuckin' cat pills.
Fuckin' [E] with this tight circle, do my click bill.
You see, the hood is the hood, man.
It don't matter where you from or what you [D] playin'.
You [E] still get your motherfuckin' [B] cat pills.
Fuckin' [E] with this tight circle, do my [B] click bill.
I'm [E] with DeMarco on the dang radio.
I'ma blow big, I'ma watch my babies grow.
I'ma say hello, eat a bowl of jello.
I sleep with my girl underneath my dang pillow.
See, I gotta get it, I'm stupid like a leaded.
Blastin' at my own kind of somethin' that I [D] dreaded.
[E] But I gotta do it, cause these boys gettin' stupid.
In my new crib, freakin' down a college student.
[B] Original gangster, Houston, I'ma thank ya.
Peace to my [G] mama and my guardian [Am] angel.
[B] I'ma get a pager, I mean the two-way-zer.
I'ma hit [Bm] Shelly in a homegirl Asia.
[E] I'ma hell-raiser, from what the dang south.
Got a lot of homies in the north, no doubt.
I'ma bust them out, Hillwood what I shout.
Peace to Northeast and the what, jail route.
Call them how I see them, [B] everyone agreeing.
Ain't no way that SBM could be a human [Dm] being.
[E] Thuggin' in them [B] jeans, my car is European.
Got enough snow, I could probably go skiing.
[E] I'ma throw dudes, aim and I shoot.
In the land where they pretty, crack pipe like a [Dm] flu.
[E] Man, what's a [B] dilly?
Home of Mickey and Killy.
In the leg, jumpin', tryin' to pop a dang Willie.
[E] See, I'm just loose.
That's all I ever be.
Y'all remember me from the what, [Dm] Reveille.
X [E]-Girl Beverly, _ ABCD.
EMGH, IJK, Elemental P.
QRST, U to the V.
X to the Y, and finally the Z.
Man, that's the end.
SP to the M.
Ready to go, um, just ridin' the [Am] wind.