Chords for Tru - Hoody Hoo

[G#] Don't make me call a [C#] dog, don't use my gas cooler
Oh we got beat?
I [A#] represent the 30's south
[G#] For the [Dm] thugs and thug heads out there
[G#] Get rid of Roddy, [C#] Roddy, Roddy, Roddy
What's the matter with you?
What did you thug self get out [A#] here?
[G#] The same way?
The north
What's up, get away
In the winter, [Fm] 4 or 500, prefer to have a Jag for the summer
SS [F#] ain't no 20 but I ain't no motherfuckin' stuntin'
[Fm] Grab the cab, where they at?
Wrap the jack, pap
I represent [F#] the third, are you a rookie?
I'm a vet
[Fm] You the captain, I'm the sponge
You got the dinner, I got lunch
Hit the weed, pass the blunt
Your eyes red, [F] you got the fuzz
[E] How you like me now?
Go deep [A#] when I smile
[Fm] Try to take me out the ghetto but I'm still fuck wild
Buckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga
[F#] That's the code for the kill
[Fm] _ Buckle up, knuckle loose
_ Buckle up, knuckle loose
_ Buckle up, knuckle loose
[F#] Buckle up, knuckle loose
[Fm] _ Buckle up, knuckle loose
Buckle up, knuckle loose
One for the money, two for the show
Brief my niggas, four to go
Now hear who the [F#] who
It's time to ride the nun slide, let nothing [Fm] go
If you about your paper, then scream
If you on fuck with them haters, then scream
If you about big things, then scream
If you about [F#] having things, then scream
[Fm] Woah, hold on a minute, watch my feet
I know you getting robbed and everything
Kiya, bring that beat back
Drop the hot shit, so I can cop the new shit
Niggas hate me they, so guess what, I'm fully proof it
Ain't no L.I.M.I. to the T, nigga
True is who we be, nigga
If you with me, nigga
_ _ _ _ Buckle up, knuckle loose
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_ _ _ _ _ [F#] I'm [F]
[Fm] from the south, got them girls in my mouth
Got my mouse on my feet, uh, girls bounce that ass to the
We be no lemonades, niggas, and we ride it
If I come to a club and get the [F] motherfucker right
I'ma get [Fm] into it, express the peace to my peeps
Stay at home if you're weak, got a hundred [F#] just to eat
And a pound [Fm] for the dime, girl, Chantel
True niggas make [A#m] mess, haters go to hell
Uptown all the way [Fm] downtown
You might get climbed, [F#] so you better pack around
True [Fm] niggas want it all, we gon' ball till we fall
Put my bank on the [C#] wall, nigga
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