Southern Fried Intro chords and lyrics - LUDACRIS

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Hey, yeah [C]I want all you
proud sisters to stand [D]up
I want everybody to stand up and [Em]be
counted [C]tonight[Em]
[D]Brothers and sisters if you know
you got your thing [C]together
I want you to stand on up,
[Bm]now I got somethin' to tell ya[Bb]
I told ya' how to think about [F]it,
now I want to tell how to get the [Em]thing together
So come on now and get [Esus4]up
[E]to [Am]it you all

[Verse 2]
The incredible, untouchable nigga [Am]spittin'
venom out his body wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the line's
around the corner
Cuz the little motherfucker
has the dopest shows
So one time for my independant women [Em]and all the
single mothers [Am]who be gettin' that cake
Two times for my dawgs
pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen
that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast,
midwest, dirty south
Then we took [C]it all around [Am]the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to [D]teenager[Am]s,
to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyric[D]al bombs up in ya' hood
Non- stoppin',
I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
[Am]Hip hop, r and b, pop- tart,
what you want
I even got a [D]little rock 'n' [Am]roll
The most creative, original,
got 'em takin' subliminal
Cuz they cant get what I gots
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone,
wave ya' white flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin'
rappers in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em
hooked [D]like dope
[Am]They gotta make up they mind,
be[D]cause they runnin' outta time
[Am]And I'm about to make [D]'em [Am]choke
Better turn your stereo louder,
listen up and let me preach
Let's get arrested for disturbin' the
[Em]peace [Am](c'mon)
Man! [C]this disturbin' tha [Am]peace
shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth,
know what I'm sayin'
While he doin' shows,
i'm in these skreets, know what I'm sayin'
While he on tv, I'm in these skreets
And then my broad,
my kid walkin' around singin' it
Boy, if they sing another [C]verse,
boy I swear
[Am]Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on
another level though
I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on o' national
I got my own record label, you heard of us
The posse family cartel,
you know what I'm sayin', we real
Who this nigga thing he is

[Verse 3]
I'ma house hold name, [D]wit'
game spit[Am]tin' outta [F]my mouth at [Am]all times
I spit it out and about, and spit outta [D]the south,
[Am]un til they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in [D]yo' [Am]s- spine,
[F]by the way [Am]I talk
And it's pimpin' in my [D]blood,
you can tell [Am]by the way I walk
Ooh lawd, [D]more styles than a barber [Am]shop,
call [D]the cops
[Am]People in the way wann[D]a baller block
Little do they know that I'm
callin' shot[Am]s
And I'm not to be [D]fucked [Am]with
If you see me comin' 'round the corner,
then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I tried to tell 'em, but they dont [Em]wanna [Am]listen
I tried to shine 'em, but they dont wanna glisten,
while the high hat keeps on tickin
And the kick drum keep on pumpin',
I'm dumpin' on the closest fools
Cuz rules were made to be broken,
but you cant make broken rules
Hear what I'm sayin' or [D]heard what I said
[C]Hear wha[Am]t they playin',
cuz thru this music I'm a still be heard if I'm dead
Call ya' producers,
cuz I'm hurtin' these beats
I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch,
disturbin' tha peace
[C]C'mon
[Am]Yeah, folk[C]
[Am]The king of the kings has
spoken
Atl shawty! hood to hood, block to block
We bouta let our nuts hang
[Em][Am]
Disturbin' tha [C]peace
We [Am]dont die, we multiply
We makin def jam history

[Outro 1]
Thanks for gettin' the cd shawty
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