Tonalità: E minor
Verse 1
Cm
Gm
Cm
I still,
Gm
Cm
Gm
Eb
Cm
I still, I still, I still
Gm
I still, I still, I still, tote steel
Bb
Gm
I still tote steel, I still tote steel
Eb
Cm
I still, ha
Verse 2
Cm
Gm
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
Eb
We some southern
Cm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Gm
All my hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
Eb
Cm
Money speaks for itself so
we ain't gotta say shit
Gm
I still tote steel,
Verse 3
give a fuck how you feel
Eb
We some southern
Cm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Gm
All my hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
Eb
Cm
Money speaks for itself so we
Verse 4
ain't gotta say shit
Cm
Gm
Cm
Bun be is the name, UGK is the click
Eb
Cm
P A T is the city so if you hate,
suck the dick
I'm from the land of the trill,
Gm
from the home of the hard
Cm
Eb
Where niggaz don't wait to see ya,
Cm
they bring it to your yard
Verse 5
Cm
Gm
We ain't never been fraud,
Cm
we ain't never been lame
So if you wanna get it crackin',
every nigga is game
Gm
So we can catch a corner,
Cm
Gm
or we can catch a square
Cm
Eb
Cm
Any place, any time,
I'll be waitin' right there
Verse 6
Cm
Gm
See I give you a bad one
and shoot you in the spine
Cm
But as soon as you hit your back,
my dogs'll eat you alive
Gm
All we know is survive,
Cm
we ain't taking no ails
So before you play with us,
Verse 7
you best play with yourself
Cm
Gm
'Cause I'm tired of the tough talk,
Cm
Gm
tired of the mean mug
Cm
Eb
I'm 'bout ready to give these
Cm
fuck niggaz a clean slug
Gm
Cock back the hammer on
the goddamn steel
Cm
And put a hollow in the middle
of his goddamn breel, fuck it
Gm
I still tote steel,
Verse 8
Cm
give a fuck how you feel
Gm
Eb
We some southern
Cm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Gm
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Cm
my dealers don't slip
Gm
Eb
Cm
Money speaks for itself so
we ain't gotta say shit
Gm
I still tote steel,
Verse 9
Cm
Gm
give a fuck how you feel
Eb
We some southern
Cm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Gm
All my hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
Eb
Cm
Money speaks for itself so we
ain't gotta say shit
Verse 10
Cm
Talkin' about the carats in my watch,
Gm
Cm
diamonds in my chain
Who's baddest on the block? What my
status in the game?
The records that I've sold,
Bobby V going gold
Gm
Cm
Eb
Cm
And all them number one chart
positions that I hold
Gm
The money and the wealth,
Verse 11
well, I'll keep it to myself
Cm
But I'm always willin' to share
the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin',
Gm
Cm
Gm
Cm
ding- a- ling danglin'
Eb
Luda, the sheet swisha, broke
Cm
the record of Wilt Chamberlain
Verse 12
Cm
I'm College Park rangerin', Hous
Gm
Cm
ton, Tex mangerin'
So get down or lay down and see these
middle finger rings
Gm
I'm banging in the East, West,
South, all over the map, boy
Cm
Eb
Cm
I do it for myself, my daughter,
and all these trap boyz
Gm
Lac boyz, candy
Verse 13
and paint,
paper we stack boy
Cm
Eb
But semi- automatic so make
Cm
the click get back boy
Click, since I was born,
Gm
I've been the shit
Cm
Eb
And money speaks for itself
Cm
so I ain't never said, shit
Verse 14
Cm
Gm
Cm
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
Gm
Eb
We some southern
Cm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Gm
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Cm
my dealers don't slip
Gm
Eb
Cm
Money speaks for itself so
Verse 15
we ain't gotta say shit
Cm
Gm
Cm
Gm
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
Eb
We some southern
Cm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Gm
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Cm
Gm
my dealers don't slip
Eb
Cm
Money speaks for itself so we
ain't gotta say shit
Verse 16
Gm
Niggaz best to start runnin', hidin',
Cm
dodgin', and duckin'
'Cause them trill niggaz comin',
ridin', cockin', and buckin'
Bitch you fucking with a monster,
Gm
Cm
a beast like no other
The hardest nigga living since my
motherfucking brother
Gm
So duck and cover,
Verse 17
duck and roll, hit the deck
Cm
Eb
Cm
We comin' for money and your
motherfuckin' respect
Gm
But we ain't taking no checks,
money orders or visas
Cm
Eb
Cm
Your life is on the line so don't
motherfuckin' tease us
Gm
You gonna need Jesus,
Verse 18
Gm
to hold you and help ya
Eb
Cause you fuckin' with me, bitch,
Cm
you gonna see helter skelter
Gm
That heat gon melt ya,
this steel gon gut ya
Cm
You're lame ass nigga,
Verse 19
know ya nolia then fuck ya
Cm
Gm
Bitch, I stopped giving a damn
when pimp went to the pen
Cm
Eb
So not everyone's associates
Cm
and nobody's friends
Gm
Just make sure to get my ends
and nobody gets hurt
Cm
Before I put somebody's children
under motherfuckin' dirt, fuck it
Gm
I still tote steel,
Verse 20
Cm
give a fuck how you feel
Gm
Eb
We some southern
Cm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Gm
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Cm
my dealers don't slip
Gm
Eb
Cm
Money speaks for itself so
we ain't gotta say shit
Gm
I still tote steel,
Verse 21
Cm
give a fuck how you feel
Gm
Eb
We some southern
Cm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Gm
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Cm
Gm
my dealers don't slip
Eb
Cm
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit
Outro 1
Gm
Eb
Cm
Gm
Eb
Cm
Gm
Eb
Cm
Gm
Eb
Cm
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