Chords for SPM- Lord Loco's Melody

_ _ _ _ We got a little something out of those.
_ [Em] _ Hang on man, this is from the head album, man.
We stopped this.
[F] My boy J.C. is in the house!
Head over the [Em] wall.
_ _ _ _ You know what I'm saying, [F] man?
We came on a pill.
Dope house, what I built.
Beans get spilled.
And n****s get killed.
[Em] Sleeping on silk, because your head got piled.
Got the hot slug blood spilling like milk
[F] King of the hill, baby mama named Jill
Now I ain't trippin' uh, maybe just a little
[Em] Piece of big grill up in what, Nacogdoches
What, they get holders, who am I supposed?
[F] Rats and roaches, baseball coaches
That was 82, now I stay by the [Em] ocean
In a three story while I read four lists
Jack on my left ass flat like Sigourney
[F] She so horny, outside it's stormy
Get my hot dro from a nigga named [Em] Georgie
Purple and sticky, smoke like a hippie
And this game close, he was always coming to get [Dm] me _ _ _ _ _ _
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[F] I spit from the neck, once again I'm a rat
I like chicken salad with the what, [Em] vinaigrette
Like my girl Sassy, southern and sexy
Creeps on my jet ski, they trying to arrest [F] me
I'm like Pesci in that movie, Goodfellas
I hang with dope sellers, dear God can you help [Em] us
Rode a little course for the ones that run before us
Niggas who ain't balling, kick them twenties out their [F] tortoise
Apologizing mama, I'm so sorry about the past
For every time I didn't clean the house or cut the [Em] grass
Or that time I threw up on your brand new couches
Or that time you caught me cooking up them nine [F] ounces
Drug dealing son, ain't much to be proud of
My only fucking goal was to sell the whole town
[Em] I promised to get out of the game so many times
It's hard to explain so I wrote these lines
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[Dm] I put the codeine in my soda pop
Cops looking at me like I stole the drop
[Em] What I can't have things like swang or langers
Twelve hundred dollar shirts on plastic hangers
[F] I'm a star like Spangle, my chain gone jangle
Seven carat bracelet on my baby ankle
[Em] I'ma give my psycho to my homeboy Pedro
I made Toe Strip at every state [F] show
Niggas wanna kill me, I let y'all tell it
You know how many times I heard that shit
Y'all niggas sound like parrots
[Em] I'm a green beret, y'all niggas green barrettes
I hit you from the back but you gon' land on your [F] chest
I pop some Penta Spills like Hannibal's an axe
I'ma buy things like Royce's and Jets
[Em] I left a mark in this payment, didn't get no credit
I got a song called Hatin' and I can't even sell [Dm] it _ _ _ _ _ _
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