Tonart: F minor•
Verse 1
Doha's still running this hoe,
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It's lucky though, Baby bass,
wine got it, Karen and I see you,
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Fm
A free SP M,
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Fm
Hold up Dope house, family,
can't be touched
Sheels, living, game, rump,
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Fm
you're a cut throat
You don't really wanna fuck with us
Db
Eb
You already know and God, we trust
Fm
Dope house, family, can't be touched
Sheels, living, game, rump,
Db
Eb
Fm
you're a cut throat
You don't really wanna fuck with us
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Eb
You already know and God, we trust
run you boys up a tree
C
Mr. S .P. on the court known for playin' Z
Fm
I'ma act mad on the mic once again
Tell a friend,
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S .P .M. goin' hard till the end
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Fm
With a flow so unusual,
words dark and beautiful
Db
Feelin' this mutual, undercover sumo rule
Fm
And I got that shooter's touch
Plus a cup of doomy truck
still makin' boys sick
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Fm
Look, he had stufa lunch
Best of the pick and low stress like a pimp
In the Benz with a super fine neck,
Fm
Even black or white, ain't choosy on race
Db
I need a beautiful face, and a booty for days
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Fm
She can be Australian or an illegal alien
As long as she don't bite
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Eb
when she give me the cranium
Fm
And this for A -Town,
I got love for the capital
Other rappers full of bull,
whether real or mechanical
Don't pass Emily, can't be touched
She'll sit and game drop you,
Db
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Fm
a cut throat
You don't really wanna fuck with us
Db
You already know in God we trust
Cm
Fm
So fast family can't be touched
Shields, heaven, game, drop,
Fm
Though you don't really
wanna fuck with us
Db
You already know in God we trust
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Fm
Southeast Houston, west side San Anto
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North side of Dallas, por itos del campo
Fm
East side Laredo, cruzando mi payload
Db
Austin, the valley, corpitos and tacos
Fm
Dovazos still hittin',
Odessa and Midland
Smashin' on viejas like
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Eb
crackheads on Ritalin
Fm
Juan's on a mission,
I'm reppin' for Texas
Paletas de hierbas and
Fm
I got those conectas,
big house with alberca
I flow for the mezquites and
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Eb
that's pura neta
Fm
Watch your chaqueta,
homie, throw about it
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Eb
Free Carlos Corto, just whisper and shout it
Fm
Dovaz family can't be touched
Shields, Heaven, Game, Romp,
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Eb
you're a cut throat
Fm
You don't really wanna fuck with us
Db
You already know we're God,
Cm
Fm
Don't pass,
family can't be touched
Shields, Heaven, Game, Romp,
Db
Eb
Fm
you're a cut throat
You don't really wanna fuck with us
Db
Eb
You already know we're God, we trust
Cm
Fm
At the dope house,
we don't call police -a
Smashing on these fools
Db
like that boy at Pancho Villa
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Fm
Mama mia, yeah,
and we out for sangria
Cuz man, my tortilla needs
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Eb
extra mantequilla
Fm
Hope from the Valley Joe
all the way to the Alamo
On 6th Street,
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Fm
on the state fuckin' capitol
Baby Bash, Baby Bishy,
love my chicken greasy
With the son of Norma, SPM,
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Fm
and we move discreetly
Power moves never change
in the third wish
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Hustle town, time is money and the purest
Fm
Power moves never change
in the third wish
Hustle town,
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Cm
time is money and the purest
Fm
So fast, Emily can't be touched
Shields, heaven, game, drop,
Fm
You don't really wanna fuck with us
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Eb
You already know when God will judge
Cm
Fm
So fast, Emily can't be touched
Db
Shields, game, drop, you're a cutthroat
Fm
You don't really wanna fuck with us
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Eb
You already know we're good, we just
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Fm
Ay, remember me from Purity,
full of O .E. and killer weed
I was 18 with O .G.'s like
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S .P. and Baby Beast
Fm
Ay, Carlos told me to pay my dues
and one day I was gon' blow up
Think I'm havin' deja vu,
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play a main man skillz, done sold it up
Dope House got this once again,
keep our game above the rim
Can't take a loss, we came to win,
Db
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Fm
finna bust the Don up out the pen
Heard a hater on the internet
talkin' bout we livin' in the past
We the past, present,
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and the future on one track
Fm
And I know you mad, I'm on your ass,
ain't lettin' up, this uncut
In the streets, they love us,
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Fm
been doin' this since a youngster
Shot out here with hustlers,
H -Town, we got y 'all
No way in hell we fallin' off,
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Eb
every day, all day, I fall out
Fm
Droppin' tapes for the gutter,
tracks makin' them trunks stutter
84's and peanut butter, boy,
Db
Eb
bubbled up just like some scutter
Fm
Reppin' zit for Mexicans,
ridin' the globe,
gettin' they hustle on
Dope House got they money long,
Db
Eb
and love done wrecked another slum
Fm
Don't pass Emily, can't be touched
She'll slip and game drop,
Db
Eb
you're a cut throat
Fm
You don't really wanna fuck with us
Db
Eb
You already know and God we trust
Fm
Don't pass Emily, can't be touched
She'll slip and game drop,
Fm
You don't really wanna fuck with us
You already know and God we trust you
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