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UNLV - Drag Em n Tha River

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[yella]

You fake cheerleadin bitch! you want a nigga like me to beware, ha?

Ima show you some spokes right now, you bitch you



[tec-9]

Take them braids out his head yella



[chorus-yella & tec-9]



Ima drag him from tha river dump his body in chucks yard

Leavin a note around his neck readin bad ass yella boy

Oooooh he wants some? aint that cold?

You a hoe mystikal

You a hoe mystikal

See Im from the 3 and I dont give a fuck

And I know you thought I wouldnt be back but you cant keep me down

Dont forget about the u and the cash money clowns



[1st verse-yella]

Im from the 3 and I dont give a fuck, for the record

Once again its mystikal with the chucks

Im 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 dont run Ill kill mama

If I catch ya wit your draws down ima do ya

Once upon a time I up the roof and gimme the cruiser



[chorus]



[2nd verse-yella]



I be the jack of all trades dont make me splizit, your fuckin head

The queen I mean the king , I mean he learned many trades

Comin to getcha round the pen, ready to unwrap your braids

Gay blade, now whatcha wanna do? my nuts you can chew

Because they told me you wanted to battle

Told em you better scaddattle

You aint bout no b-1 doctor show, dont make me bust you up

Braids thatll fly up from the roundhouse socks, that roll-o

Now go in my shirt you hoe, blunts up in my polo



[chorus]



[3rd verse-yella]



Stop playin with me, stop playin with me bitch, stop playin with me

Im like the b.g.z Im gat totin

By this time its 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,

Thats what I do up on that ass ya bitch Im not an actor

Im 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 dont care

Fuck what you sayin about beware

Im tired of tellin you that Im a donkey nigga,

Stop playin



[chorus]



[4th verse-yella]



Im 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

Ima drop this pussy with the braids off see

Ima dump his body in chucks 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 didnt do it now its time to take your ass out



[chorus]



[5th verse-yella]



I gets lowdown and dirty with the dirty 30

Because Im in your neighborhood plus my nose dirty

Im into chucks house, deliverin the bad luck

As I spin the bin with speed, its too late to duck

Im like jim harbaugh, puffin on a hot marlboro

Im 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 gots to hang a 45 and a ap-9 too



[chorus] (4x)

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