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Bus Stop/Stop! Stop! Stop! (The Hollies) · Stop Stop Stop (V.I.A. Gra) · Stop! Stop! Stop! (Via Gra) · Stop! Stop! Stop! (The Hollies) · South of the South (David Dondero) · From South Africa to South Carolina (Brian Jackson) · South of the South (David Dondero) · Stop the Tape Stop the Tape (David & the Citizens) · Stop Snitchin', Stop Lyin' (Game) · Don't Stop! Don't Stop! (The Fugs) – and 90 other albums »


on your own again
F            G                F           G
The walls of cold and gray surround, they surround


You may find you're by yourself
South Tacoma Way
By Neko Case and her Boyfriends
From Furnace Room Lullaby
(N.Case/B.Connelly/J.Trueblood/S.Betts)


Chords transcribed by Warren
shot
Jimson weed and thanks a lot
Crazy abbot, gotta stop
Put my guns down, by the door

F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
Virgin in
love our music slowed down by screw

[Lil' Flip]
Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
Major labels don't even wanna call these boys

[Lil' Flip]
bells b**** buzz me in
And I only stop for pedestrians, or real real bad lesbian.
Hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tech 9, hit em wit the Ruger by
hand? 
D g am
There's only one southern land
And he went by the name of william moore

Am em am
What price the glory of one man? 
C f
What price
'Cause under the Tec is a gooseneck
And a Glock 9 when he stops at the light
Pumpin' rides into the top in

South Side, South Side, South Side
South
weight now  pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
Expect the unexpected, motherf***er, let's go, come on
Yeah, M E F, ha, ha, ha, ha, special guest
(F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f***)
Ha, ha, ha,
Expect the unexpected, motherf***er, let's go, come on
Yeah, M-E-F, ha, ha, ha, ha, special guest
(F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f***)
Ha, ha, ha,
to cry 

Wild like a long f***in' ranger 
N****z from the South keep one up in the chamber 
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin' 
That's why n****z
Of tyranny by so-called "developed" nations'
Idolatry of ideology

North south east west
Kill the best and buy the rest
It's just spend a buck to make
Of tyranny by so-called "developed" nations'
Idolatry of ideology

North south east west
Kill the best and buy the rest
It's just spend a buck to make
everybody and they momma sell dope 

They trying to stop it 
So what the f*** can I do to make a profit? 
Catch a flight to St. Louis 
That's cool, cause
employees - and I'm here to teach the principle
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees

Man f*** that n**** 'Cris man, for real man. I'm
by so called "developed" nations'
Idolatry of ideology

North, south, east,And it west
Kill the best and buy the rest
It's just spend a buck
by so called "developed" nations'
Idolatry of ideology

North, south, east,And it west
Kill the best and buy the rest
It's just spend a buck
Yeah yeah
Get your hands up against the wall and spread them
Opposition I'll just take him
F*** you (f*** you) f*** you (f*** you)
Understand,
You ain't got enough stamps in your pa**port to f*** with young H-O International
Show y'all young boys how to do this thing

The maturation
to the blue.G7 F see D7 C7I'll watch o'er the baby and tend him with care and each night by his bedside I'll kneelC E7 F see G7 CAnd if tears do not stop me I'll
us
All - I have to do is
Stop - your f***ing nonsense

I can't betray!
I can't betray - myself!

I stand before you as a victim, as the system
give a f***

Zoning off one joint
Stop in a limo, hop in the window
Shopping the demo with gun point
A lyricist without a clue
What year is this?
F
ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again
So when I get old I'ma rock, roll,
[Snoop Dogg] 
N**** you need to stop snitchin! 
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin 
N**** if you scared, go to church 
You knew the job was
should've eased up
Wha' What Wha' you got me fed up, get up or shut the f up 
You done f'ed up, 8 or 9 enough even if she has seven runner up
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