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