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Correct Drag Em 'n' Tha River Lyrics
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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 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 [1st verse-yella] Im from the 3 and I don't give a fuck, for the record Once again it's 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 don't run I'll 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 don't 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, don't 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 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 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 don't 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 didn't do it now it's 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, it's 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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