Boys On Da Cut chords and lyrics - SOUTH PARK MEXICAN

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[Verse 1]
[Em][First Verse:]
I woke up quick, at around two
Jumped in my benz, picked up DJ [D]Screw
[Em]Boys out there, makin' them tapes
Separate the real niggas from the fakes
My boy just got out, did a flat ten
And he just can't stop
talkin' [D]bout that pen
My best [Em]friend,
but time des[D]troys all men
[Em]Now he don't give a fuck[D]
about goin' again
[Em]It ain't all good,
but I ain't missin' no money
I'm just [D]a thug muthafucka and you can't
take nothin' from me
Some[Em]body once said they
wanna see me dead
[D]The next week they found the
[Em]boy with two h[D]oles in his head
I break [Em]bread with my killas in the H- TX
It's the [D]SP- Mex,
in the all black stretch
[Em]Known for my purity, pride,
and security
A house costs as much as one
piece of my [D]jewelry
[Chorus:]

[Verse 2]
Cuz the [Em]boys on the cut
don't give a fuck
[D]You[Em]
[D]com[Em]e talkin' that shit,[D]
your eyes get shut
[Em]Boys out there, slangin' that yay
Only pussy muthafuckas say that
[D]crime don't pay
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[Verse 3]
[Second Verse:] The [Em]time has come,
and the day is here
Two [D]thousand one, is my muthafuckin' year
I [Em]come from the head,
it's the boy named Los
The one that got [D]everybody
on they toes
Straight [Em]up ,
and still I sell dope for a livin'
In the form of a compact disc,
fuck [D]prison
[Em]No more savin' cans,
no more collectin' pennies
I'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin'
"Who killed Kenny?"
For my Gangsta bitch, that I just [D]met
She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set
I [Em]dance with the wolves,
this is for my [D]hood
Got the [Em]whole [D]World [Em]fiendin' for the
[D]dope [Em]I[D]
[Em]cut[D]
[Chorus] [Bridge (Ayana M.):]

[Verse 4]
[Em]Fire......
[D]
[Em]
We on [D]fire.......[Em][D][Em]
[D][Em]
[D]We [Em]ain't[D] gone [Em]stop....
Droppin' [D]these boooooombs.....

[Verse 5]
[2x] [Third Verse:] I was [Em]twelve years old,
when I did my first jack
And I [D]don't think that bitch
ever got her purse back
With [Em]fifteen rocks,
I bought my first car
Cooked my [D]first batch of dope
in a pickle jar
It's like [Em]uno, dos, tres,
young Happy Perez
Got me [D]sellin' this dope to
anyone on two legs
[Em]Boys talkin' down, but I give two fucks
Step in my [D]face,
I put you in an all- black [Em]tux
Layin' in a casket, [D]hard [Em]as a rock
My lead, hit'cha head and make it snap,
[D]crackle, and pop
Now [Em]how many times do I [D]have to tell ya?
All my life I've been called a failure!
My [Em]freestyle flow, is [D]so untouch[Em]able
I just got [D]out the county
jail two months ago
[Em]Now I'm in the studio, just like J[D]ulio
[Em]In the city [D]where them bitches
never won a Super Bowl
[Em]Man I can't stop,
I'ma keep on droppin'
Seven of my [D]bitches at the
same mall shoppin'
[Em]At the galleria,
tell me have you seen her?
I fuck a country [D]singer and
a Houston ballerina
Plus a [Em]fine ass China,
I [D]used to be a dreamer
Now I bought my Mom and Dad
a navigator and a beamer
Leave a [Em]mark in this game,
ask Ted Indian
I don't give a fuck cuz every
month I make a mil[D]lion

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