Boys On Da Cut chords by South Park Mexican
Verse 1
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[First Verse:]
I woke up quick, at around two
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Jumped in my benz, picked up DJ Screw
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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
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talkin' bout that pen
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My best friend,
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but time destroys all men
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Now he don't give a fuck
about goin' again
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It ain't all good,
but I ain't missin' no money
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I'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't
take nothin' from me
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Somebody once said they
wanna see me dead
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The next week they found the
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boy with two holes in his head
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I break bread with my killas in the H- TX
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It's the SP- Mex,
in the all black stretch
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Known for my purity, pride,
and security
A house costs as much as one
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piece of my jewelry
[Chorus:]
Verse 2
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Cuz the boys on the cut
don't give a fuck
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You
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come talkin' that shit,
your eyes get shut
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Boys out there, slangin' that yay
Only pussy muthafuckas say that
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crime don't pay
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Verse 3
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[Second Verse:] The time has come,
and the day is here
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Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin' year
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I come from the head,
it's the boy named Los
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The one that got everybody
on they toes
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Straight up ,
and still I sell dope for a livin'
In the form of a compact disc,
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fuck prison
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No more savin' cans,
no more collectin' pennies
I'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin'
"Who killed Kenny?"
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For my Gangsta bitch, that I just met
She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set
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I dance with the wolves,
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this is for my hood
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Got the whole World fiendin' for the
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dope I
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cut
[Chorus] [Bridge (Ayana M.):]
Verse 4
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Fire......
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We on fire.......
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We ain't gone stop....
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Droppin' these boooooombs.....
Verse 5
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[2x] [Third Verse:] I was twelve years old,
when I did my first jack
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And I don't think that bitch
ever got her purse back
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With fifteen rocks,
I bought my first car
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Cooked my first batch of dope
in a pickle jar
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It's like uno, dos, tres,
young Happy Perez
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Got me sellin' this dope to
anyone on two legs
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Boys talkin' down, but I give two fucks
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Step in my face,
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I put you in an all- black tux
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Layin' in a casket, hard as a rock
My lead, hit'cha head and make it snap,
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crackle, and pop
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Now how many times do I have to tell ya?
All my life I've been called a failure!
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My freestyle flow, is so untouchable
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I just got out the county
jail two months ago
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Now I'm in the studio, just like Julio
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In the city where them bitches
never won a Super Bowl
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Man I can't stop,
I'ma keep on droppin'
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Seven of my bitches at the
same mall shoppin'
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At the galleria,
tell me have you seen her?
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I fuck a country singer and
a Houston ballerina
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Plus a fine ass China,
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I used to be a dreamer
Now I bought my Mom and Dad
a navigator and a beamer
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Leave a mark in this game,
ask Ted Indian
I don't give a fuck cuz every
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month I make a million
Outro 1
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Boys On Da Cut
South Park Mexican
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