Tonart: C minor
Verse 1
Nip?
G
C
Yeah, man.
Am
Life's been terrible in
South
Park, man.
G
Everybody killin' each other, man.
C
Am
We need to stop.
It's the wretched city of
Youngstown, man.
Am
Dm
Take a chill, man.
C
Yeah.
Am
Yo,
Nip, tell him straight up like it is, man.
South
Em
C
Am
G
Park style, man.
Dm
Am
Dope wars in
Dm
C
Houston are gettin' rough.
Am
Em
That's the third dope house that the
Am
Dm
C
dope beans shot up
Dm
C
Brothers killin' other brothers
Am
For a funky dime lock,
he'll smother his own mother
C
Am
Em
Am
C
Six dead bodies, results in sadness
Dm
C
Dope men shootin' up
C
Pints of blood, they're spittin' up
Am
When will they quit?
Three witnesses
Em
But they won't say shit
Am
South
Park is the hood where it's done
Em
If you're walking by yourself,
you must be
packing a gun
Am
Cause if you're not,
Dm
C
you're finna get stomped
Am
Em
You might be a victim
Dm
C
To the head, in goes the lead
they're pronouncing another brother's
dead
Dm
So much blood spilled
C
Am
Em
If you shoot, you'll live
Am
If you don't, you'll get killed
Dm
C
Am
C
Dm
An d they say black people's to blame
F
C
G
Dm
Eb
Em
Dm
F
Dm
C
G
Dm
Em
Am
Dm
I had a homeboy, his name was
Daryl
C
Bradley
Am
Em
Am
The way he died it was sad to see
C
Dm
It's like this one
Am
Drinking them 40's and
getting high as a kite
C
Am
Here comes my homeboy
Dm
Em
C
Am
Russ, him and
Em
Darryl
Am
Bradley begins to fuss
C
Dm
Russ had a gun in his case,
C
Am
C
Am
waving it inside my homeboy
Darryl's face
So
Dm
Darryl said chill man,
C
Am
Em
Am
want you gone with that gun before some blood spill man
Dm
But
C
Russ wouldn't leave with a gun,
Am
DB was hard so he didn't run
C
They started fighting and
Darryl got the best
Russ retreated and got away
Em
Well, she'd five hoes caught his
C
Em
Am
ass the next day
Dm
C
Turned them all from the lead, now
Am
Em
Russ is in jail and
Am
C
Dm
Daryl is dead
C
Am
Kill was the aim, man,
C
Dm
that's a damn shame
F
C
G
Yo, it's like this, we love you
Daryl
Dm
Price
Em
Dm
Em
Everybody in
South
Dm
F
Dm
Park is really fuckin' ace
C
G
Ace, ace, ace
Dm
Am
Dm
Em
White man shit the food
Am
Dm
Police brutality operates
Am
Em
Instead of a ticket,
Am
they beat on a brother
C
Dm
And when you try to get away
What they say?
Am
C
They say resist and arrest
Am
C
Now how in the hell they
gonna let that pass?
C
Em
Cops supposed to help,
not whip on a brother's ass
C
Go insane is what I oughta
Nah
But then again I'll turn my
C
Em
tape on slaughter
Em
Pow
Yeah
Am
Dm
C
And listen to the things that I say
Am
Em
Am
Get the gat
Em
Am
Now what's up with that fool?
C
Dm
I'm tired of this bull
Am
Blast the blast of the
Dm
C
Every day a young brother
gets drugged
Am
Em
Kicked in the face
Am
C
And whooped with a billy club
Dm
Dang
Then they take you to jail
C
Am
Now how in the hell you gonna win?
Yeah
C
Am
when you get out
Dm
C
Take re venge, no doubt,
Am
Em
Am
C
do it for the brothers and put some heads out
Dm
C
An d when it's over, don't take the blame,
Am
let the white man say
C
Am
C
Dm
F
That's a damn shame
C
G
C
Dm
You motherfuckers don't know
Em
Dm
All that police brutality,
F
C
we ain't taking that shit no more
Thanks
Rodney
Dm
C
Em
Dm
King
Lil
G
Dm
Em
Dm
Mud too
F
C
Dm
It's time to hit back and fight back for what's right,
Em
Dm
F
C
baby, shit, food, yeah, yeah.
That's dope, now, right,
Dm
Em
baby, shit, and food, yeah.
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