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