Download mp3 - Drag em ‘n’ tha river : Unlv
[Yella]
You fake
cheerleadin’ bitch! You want a nigga
like me to beware, ha?
I’ma show
you some spokes right now, you bitch you
[Tec-9]
Take them
braids out his head Yella
Chorus-Yella
& Tec-9 :
I’ma
drag him from tha river dump his body in Chuck’s yard
Leavin’ a
note around his neck readin’ BAD ASS YELLA BOY
Oooooh he
wants some? Ain’t that cold?
YOU A HOE
MYSTIKAL
YOU A HOE
MYSTIKAL
See I’m
from the 3 and I don’t give a fuck
And I know
you thought I wouldn’t be back but you can’t keep me down
Don’t forget
about the U and the Cash Money Clowns
Verse 1: Yella
I’m from
the 3 and I don’t give a fuck, for the record
Once again
it’s Mystikal with the Chuck’s
I’m back up
on the scene with the 2 like a Viper
Get in so
much war I think I straighter than a sniper
Mystikal
you bitch, are you ready for the drama?
Told your
hoe ass people hoe don’t run I’ll kill Mama
If I catch
ya wit your draws down I’ma do ya
Once upon a
time I up the roof and gimme the cruiser
Chorus
Verse 2: Yella
I be the
jack of all trades don’t make me splizit, your fuckin’ head
The queen I
mean the King , I mean he learned many trades
Comin’ to
get’cha round the pen, ready to unwrap your braids
Gay blade,
now what’cha wanna do? My nuts you can
chew
Because they
told me you wanted to battle
Told em you
better scaddattle
You ain’t
bout no B-1 Doctor show, don’t make me bust you up
Braids
that’ll fly up from the roundhouse socks, that roll-o
Now go in
my shirt you hoe, blunts up in my polo
Chorus
Verse 3: Yella
Stop
playin’ with me, stop playin’ with me bitch, stop playin’ with me
I’m like
the B.G.’z I’m gat totin’
By this
time it’s the bulldog barrel smokin’
I hope they
catch and chop ya down, tear ya ass apart
Thrash all
the swine touch down your brains on the ground
I gots the
gat spell it backwards,
that’s what
I do up on that ass ya bitch I’m not an actor
I’m comin’
dumpin’ on ya fake punk wannabe
I warned ya
too many times to watch the bloody tragedy
I got the
diamonds to the bauds, twinkle up your golds
Now spin
the bin, in the turtleneck polo cuz I don’t care
Fuck what
you sayin’ about beware
I’m tired
of tellin’ you that I’m a donkey nigga,
Stop
playin’
Chorus
Verse 1: Yella
I’m in the
front room, in the whirlaround, the brown table
Are you
able? Capable? All of a sudden, um...
I had to
pop em, I had to pop em
I top em
all and respect is what I need
Hollow tips
in the clips just to make your ass bleed
I’ma drop
this pussy with the braids off see
I’ma dump
his body in Chuck’s yard, UNLV
I told this
Mr. Cheerleader not to fuck with me
I told ya
to keep my fuckin’ name out ya fuckin’ mouth
You didn’t
do it now it’s time to take your ass out
Chorus
Verse 1: Yella
I gets
lowdown and dirty with the dirty 30
Because I’m
in your neighborhood plus my nose dirty
I’m into
Chuck’s house, deliverin’ the bad luck
As I spin
the bin with speed, it’s too late to duck
I’m like
Jim Harbaugh, puffin’ on a hot Marlboro
I’m
strictly with that asshole and comin’ to down ya far
Why did I
ask would I please leave ya alone ya see?
I caught my
enemies slippin’ gettin’ groceries
I waits
behind the mailbox like an old drunkard,
As Archie
Bunker, comfortable? You bitch you
You see I
walk by, I ride by, I drive by too
I got’s to
hang a 45 and a AP-9 too
Chorus (4x)
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