Hoes chords by Slum Village

  • Em

  • A

  • D

  • Bb

  • G#

    4
  • Gm

    3
  • B

    2
  • Am

  • C

  • D#

    6
  • Cm

    3
  • G#m

    4
  • C#

    4
  • F#

    2
  • Fm

Verse 1
Em
A
D
(One, one.)Don't fuck it
Em
A
Em
up!
(One)
So feel it y'all (One)
A
So feel it y'all (One)
You're not number (One)
Bb
So feel it y'all (One)
It only takes, to click clack the
G#
Bb
Gm
gun on 'em
B
Gm
Em
To bring drama to 'em like
Dee Witt we runnin' em
Am
C
One, drama 'n I get the gun out the couch,
run out the house
Gm
With the loaded pistol stuck
Em
in his crouch - One
You fuck it up for all of the
rest
Bb
You n your niggas in the parking lot
Gm
rollin' the cess
Em
Tryin' to get up in some
chickens that all in your shit
C
They all wit it, and all
Em
seem down to get it, except One
She ain't feelin' the crew
Plus she got a man she don't
like niggas like you
Gm
Em
She said you fuck wit the niggas,
you know how they do
We roll out, cause we see another
B
we another set of dudes
Bb
Em
Bb
So one - minute later,
hear some shots in the air
Niggas duckin' on the ground
like guerilla warfare
D#
Gm
Bb
Cm
Fuckin' up a nig
Gm
Em
gas groove
Gm
Em
and when they know it ain't fair
Bb
Gm
He roll out with his niggas
and his hands in the air
Bb
Singin' One (one, one, one, one)
Cm
To rock it y'all (One)
Bb
Gm
C
It takes,
one, tragedy to bring a family closer
B
G#m
One bullet to start a war
B
C
and be a part of gore
Bb
Em
These hoes trick and be on crack
Bb
A
like a slightly parted door
C#
F#
It took one hit, tongue
B
kiss and make cum quick
Gm
Bb
It took one hit, for a wack
rapper to make millions
Causing the illest niggas to switch
Em
C
and spit what they ain't feelin'
One! Day a time of alcohol
it takes to get by
Em
Is worth more than a mini puff
Gm
A
D
it takes to get high
B
Gm
One, Love was the joint that my cousin
Bb
s used to breakdance to
Fm
Before they began to pop
Gm
and lock with the Glock handle
Bb
D
B
This - one- turn for the worst, my main concern
Em
for the earth
Cause it seems to get even worse
Gm
when it turns
Purposely burn an emcee, fricasee his
Cm
Gm
Bb
Gm
hand holding
Bb
the mic
Cm
So he can't fold it to write
B
Em
Gm
I'm potent as a lightning
B
bolt when it strike
At least - one - feelin' me
C
Come through ya city with
sign and drown ya energy - One!
B
So feel it y'all (One)
One of the best in the class
Em
it's so stupid
Bb
One who test it's tragic so don't do it
B
Group move crowds like they
had us do with theme music
C
Spit like cars when the body
B
releasin' fluid
C
One, more tragic than ninety- one- one
B
Known as the Slum an d that's
just one organism
C
One crew comin' through cause
we gotta hit 'em
Bb
C
Those dudes too fly like the
B
Continental
Two niggas on the side one up
the middle
C
B
It's love in the club and it's constant
C
We drop shit and yell shit at the concerts
B
One... two... the whole world is
C
You live by the clock but I move faster
Niggas is sleeping cause they thinking
that I procrati- nate
One of these days I'm a show you
B
what I'm made of
Soon as I'm done with
these silly little rap scrubs
C
Soon as I'm done making my rap
D
million dollar hits
Cm
C
Gm
Soon as I'm done cleaning my
C
D
A
D
soul
B
of this old curse
Soon as I'm one with the universe
D
B
D
I'm done with you little
B
B
fucks in this little
earth
I rule a planet of my
B
B
own where you
don't exist
N/A
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