Key: C minor
Verse 1
Am
E
One to the two, the three, the four
C
D
Them dirty red dogs done hit the door
fronted me some weight
E
C
D
Told me to keep two, bring him back eight
that's my claim to fame
E
C
D
That's where I learned my slickest tricks
in the dope, the gang
C
D
That nigga the B .I .G.
will make y niggas believers
C
D
Callin' them hoes bitches
and smokin' my weed up
C
D
Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs,
Impalas and Regals
C
D
Speakin' that same southern slang,
lookin' for love off in your jaw
E
C
That some peewee sacks
Am
E
See, life's a bitch, then you figure out
this is what you told
E
C
D
You was bought, you was sold
C
D
Talkin' bout all this blow traffic got to stop
off John Freeman Way
E
C
Had to find they selves
we was out of control
E
C
We didn't understand all nigga
took an oath and swear
E
C
Never would we talk,
C
D
We took what we want
and left them quiet as hell
Am
What you niggas know about the dirt inside?
E
C
What you niggas know
behind the red tint
E
C
D
Dealers breakin' off that floor
for them wood chips
cool breezes,
droppin' pounds with B
E
C
D
Eric Neal is the coolest from my century
Am
E
Macktown keeps growin' old school like
C
D
Adam Field, the Pool Creek
E
C
2 to 3 to 4, them dirty red dogs
C
D
And they ain't gon' leave
until they find them kids
Am
E
C
D
Am
Ah, yeah, yeah, the dirt is sound
E
C
D
Am
C
D
Am
E
C
D
A
You
D
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