SPM - Real Gangsta Chords by South Park Mexican

Yeah, _ yeah this one called um real gangster, huh? _ _ _ _ _
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_ [A] She don't know why but all she knows is that [Am] her youngest [F] child is a [B] real gangster
[G] Now you see [A] he was a good kid [A] up through elementary A's and B's and had no [C] enemies
But he saw all the G's as he walked [Bm] home
He couldn't read [G] all the words on the walls [E] though so many letters was crossed out with X's
He wanted Lou [A] not to ask those [C] questions
No pops and his mom broke to the [B] nail she managed [Em] to buy him some shoes [A] on sale
She didn't know she bought the wrong color and they stayed in the closet all [F] summer even though the kid wasn't affiliated
[B] He knew what they loved [G] and knew what they hated [A] now
He's in middle school same individual, but this is where things seem to get a bit difficult
[C] This is the life of a young [B] Mexican verse one [G] done.
Take me to the second [Am] one.
She don't know
Why but all she knows is that [C] her youngest child is a [B] real gangster
[G] Now you see [Am] she don't know why but all she knows is that her [F] youngest child is a [B] real gangster
[G] Now you [A] see
Sixth grade, why so much homework?
Got a pot pie sitting in the store [C] burnt
Mama still ain't back from her job [B] yet
So he eats [G] it cause that's all he got [A] left
Then he plays with his little puppy cinnamon
His last love was a victim of a hit and [C] run
There's a knock on his door, it's his [Bm] homeboy
Your mom's gone, [G] he pulls out a chrome [A] toy
Where'd you get that from?
the kid asked
We broke into the house, we got a bunch of things [F] stashed
It was the first time he ever held a real [B] gun
To get [G] one of these you gotta steal [A] one
We too young, they won't let us buy a gat
Now if they shoot at us, we can fire [C] back
Who was they and why would they blast at [B] me?
Cause your father [G] hood fool, this is [Am] family
She don't know why but all she knows is that her [F] youngest child is a [B] real gangster
[G] Now you see [A] she don't know why but all she knows is that [F] her youngest child is a [B] real gangster
[G] Now you [A] see
A year passes, now the kid's sneaky sag
In his pocket got a knife and a nickel [C] bag
And the homeboy that showed him his first [B] gun
Got killed [G] last week in a [A] burghun
Couldn't work in, 45 jerkin'
Lucky shot head pop like a [C] virgin
Close casket, touch as you stroll [B] past it
Got his name [G] tattooed onto his [A] ass
So he'll still be remembered
Often while his little bitch getting hit
Doggy [F] style, it ain't stopping now
While his mom's on the [B] ground
On her knees [G] yelling, please lord not my [E] child
I wanna watch him smile, he can turn his clock up loud
He can sleep [A] with his pit bull on the [C] couch
And while the kid is listening to her [B] words
All he can think [G] about is murder
[A] She don't know why but all she knows is that [Am] her youngest [F] child is a [B] real gangster
[G] Now you see [Am] she don't know why but all she knows is that her youngest [F] child is a [B] real gangster
[G] Now you see
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[G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ Yo man this Juan Gadi and I wanna tell my people to [C] keep your dreams alive man
Don't let the [B] wrong lifestyle destroy your dreams
[G] Believe in [A] yourself
And don't follow the blind
You deserve the best in life, momito
And you can [Am] have it
It's [F] our time now
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