State To State Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Dm]Free[Am]way: (Intro)
Free! Paul Wall!
[Dm]And we coming [F]with the
[Am]bump bump buuum!
Early! Yeah! Uh! It's The Roc,
[Dm]Swishahouse and we[Am]
Dumping on y'all hating ass niggas
[Dm]And we hit yall with the
[Am]Bump Bump buuum

[Verse 2]
Early! Uh! Yeah! Uh!
[Am]Y'all [Dm]better keep your [Am]weapons close
It's Philly and Paul Wall
And this is the way we ball bring the raw
To your city got them semis
If you really want war
We gon bring it to your doorstep
Vests and [Dm]them hoodies
And we pop [Am]pop pop
Through your body
Put the rest in your fitted
And this is the way you fall to the ground
An' you shaking nigga
State prop cock game and
we gun a hater [Dm]down
And we [Am]take a hater's pounds
And we sell a hater's bricks
And we the main reason why they
chicks is [Dm]not [F]around
[Am]Somebody tell them that they're
roc' in Houston
Swishahouse got that knock in Houston we
come and [Dm]lock shit [Am]down

[Verse 3]
Chorus: Real [Am]niggas
stand up point em we gon gun 'em
haters down come around you hear that...
And all my real bitches step up come to wipe a
player down smoke a [Dm]pound [Am]with him
Real niggas step up we gon gun 'em haters
down [F]come around you [Dm]hear [Am]that...
And all my real bitches step up come to wipe
a player down smoke a [Dm]pound with him

[Verse 4]
Paul Wall: [Am]I
hear these haters talking seem
like they're getting louder
These sweet cupcakes softer
than some [Dm]clam chowder
I'm from [Am]the city of powder,
syrup and crack rocks?
For twenty dollars get you
[Dm]higher than an astronaut
I [Am]keep a Glock in my state prop jeans
Floating on cloud nine goin' off cold dean
I [F]chuck [Am]a deuce to [Dm]a hater
I'm on a [Am]mission for paper
I got lew hawk with me serving
dope fiends [F]like a [Dm]waiter
I'm [Am]on the south lee with my boy
Big bank take little bank baby
tell me what [Dm]it do
These boys talking [Am]loud but they
ain't saying a thang
But Paul Wall and Freeway will make 'em
[Dm]sang

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 5]
[Am]Chorus[F][Am]
It's [Dm]the S[Am]wishahouse state
prop chain gang
.45 cal big [Dm]Glock bang bang
[Am]I keep the tupperware tucked
in my underwear
Rain down thunder on these suckers
make the [Dm]clutter clear
[Am]Let's get one thing clear
I run with grizzly bears
Bite you in your back and make
you straighten out your chest hair
I'm 100 baby no time for playing games
I got a garden full of carats
hanging [F]in my chain
[Am]I keep a player bought my
paper fuck a hater
Cause the real turn fake switching over
[F]like a [Am]crossfader
I'm squashing chatter climbing
up the ladder
Cause my goal is to make my pockets fatter [Dm]baby [Am]Paul[Dm][Am][Dm]
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[Dm]Wall[Am]
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[Outro 1]
Chorus
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