Chords for Three 6 Mafia - Beat Dem Hoes

_ _ _ _ [Eb] Real nigga believe in beating them hoes [C] down
Feel, _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ [C] pussy feel
[Gm] Real nigga believe in beating them hoes [C] down Feel, feel
[Gm] Real nigga believe in beating them hoes down Pussy feel
Real nigga believe in beating them hoes down Feel, feel _ _ _
_ _ Pussy feel
Real nigga believe in beating them hoes down
Feel, _ pussy [Dm] feel
Real nigga believe in beating them [Gm] hoes down Pussy feel
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_ _ _ Hit the _ [Dm] crack _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
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and we [Gm] bounce
_ Nigga [A] believe in beating
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_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ Nigga [A] believe in beating them hoes _ [D] _ _ [Dm] down
Then you hear that crack and we bounce
[Gm] Sometimes I be wanting to take my fist and beat these bitches badly
Check them trumps, I [A] never nap a scarecrow gal to [N] have they dividends
That's any [Bb] ass with managing [B] those prostitutes
Kick that black [Eb] bitch in the big ass so hard that she picking her skin off my [Gm] boots
My brother Denzel said don't have no mercy on these hoes
Make them walk that strip until they wearing out they shoe soles
And never sister I can't stand to see a bitch with a [Ab] dollar
And mess me [Gm] up that funky bitch cause I [Dm] love
Bitch you gotta work, go to work, do some work
Bring Lord Elmer's back some money before you get your ass kicked bitch
You better meet your fucking quota
Bitch you better wise up
Fuck around and get your ass hit and a [A] pound drive fuck
Bust a motherfucking painter and [Gm] see across your [A] fucking head
Bitch you in the kneecap with a pipe [Cm] and try to break your [A] neck
Man there's plenty money to be [Gm] made in the M-town
Niggas better learn you gotta beat a funky bitch down _ _ _
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_ _ [G] One day me and Paul was chilling in the cut, dog just [Ab] fly
Then a couple of [Bb] bitches I knew asked for [Gm] a ride
[G] We just cruising, listening to pimping, rolling folks and bumping
Paul asked to beat you on the road to the sun
The _ hoes were with it so we bailed up in the La Quinta
And we smoking make up bluster sipping on that grapefruit gin
Now the bitches fucked up and the skrillz spitting crazy gang
Paul in the corner getting his dick sucked by the other dang
Now I got the staff done drumming on about them jaws
Oh Lord it's time to [A] bang the walls, bang the walls
Now [N] we cool but I still think the hoes don't get the picture
Slide up the roach and get the rest of the liquor
So what's up, if you want [Gm] us to drop you off too
Next [Bm] thing I know she came out of her [G] purse with a deuce
Zeus I started bouncing [B] with the 80's
I see [G] Uncle Hoes, the two [Bb] wounded bitches in the hotel
[Cm] Fucking with [Gm] Lo _ _ _ _
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