Chords for UNLV: Drag Em N Tha River - Mystikal Diss Cash Money Records
Tempo:
83.775 bpm
Chords used:
F
Fm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
You fake cheerleading bitch, you want a nigga like me to beware, huh?
I'ma show you [F] some spokes right now, you bitch, you!
[F] Take them braids out of his head, y'all.
Drag him from the river, cut his body and chuck y'all, leave an odor on his neck,
green badass, yellow boy, oh, he want love.
Ain't that cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone.
I'm not free and I don't give a fuck, and I know you thought I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down, brother, even brother, you ain't got cash money,
cause I'm from the tree and I don't give a fuck,
for the rest of what I'm here to tell the world, I'm just,
I'm back up on the scene, what's a fool like the Piper?
Ain't it so much more than straight up, than a sniper?
You sick, oh, you bitch, are you ready for the drama?
Throw your horn and get your gun, I'll kill mama.
If I catch you with the drawdown, I'ma do ya,
once upon a time, I up the roof, I give me the cruiser.
Now I'ma drag him from the river, dump his body and chuck y'all,
leave a load around his neck, me, bad ass, shallow boy, oh, he [Fm] won't go.
Ain't that [F] cold, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone.
I'm from the tree [Fm] and I don't give a fuck,
and I know you thought [F] I wouldn't be back, but you can't keep me down,
don't forget about the youth and the third wall,
climb my dick and attack my ball tree, don't make me lose it,
you're fuckin' it, I'm a queen, only 19, I'm any luck,
mini tree, I'm spotting it, you're on a pin,
I'm ready to unwrap your braids, gay blade,
not what you want to do, my luck, you can't see me,
I'm a king, you just want to be a battle,
time out, you just can't ask, so you can't bow, no B1, Dr.
Schum,
don't make me brush you off, raise the lamp to up,
I got the roundhouse, I step polo,
let go of my shirt, your hoe, blood's up on my polo,
I'ma drag him from the river, dump his body and chuck y'all,
leave a load around his neck, me, bad ass, shallow boy, oh, he [Fm] won't go.
Ain't that cold, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone.
I'm from the tree and I don't give a fuck,
and I know you thought [F] I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down, don't forget it,
all the years, ain't no cash money, clown,
stop playing with me, stop playing with me,
bitch, stop playing with me, I'm like the Bee Gees,
I'm gang-totally, but this time,
it's the Bulldog, barrel-smoking,
I hope to get you, chop you down,
say you in support, rash or the swine,
touchdown, your brain's on the ground,
I [B] got some gas, belly backwards,
that's what I do up on that extra bitch, I'm not an actor,
I'm coming up and fuck a big punk wannabe,
I warned you too many times,
so watch the bloody tragedy,
I got the dinos to the bulls, king of the gold,
I spend up in, in the turtleneck,
pull up, cause I don't care,
I love what you saying about me, well,
I'm tired of telling you that I'm a donkey nigga,
stop playing, I'm a dragon from the river,
dump his body in Chuck's yard,
leave a little odor on his neck,
[F] he's a bad-ass yellow bone,
[Fm] oh, he won't solve it, ain't that cool, y'all hoe,
Mr.
Cone, you're the hoe, Mr.
Cone,
I'm from the tree [F] 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 youth, and that dirty wall clown,
up in the front [Fm] room, in that wheeler,
on the brown table,
are you able, capable, all of a sudden,
I had to pop him, I had to pop him,
I got the R.O.T. restrictions,
what I need, hollow tips,
and the glyphs to make your ass bleed,
it's time to drop this [B] pussy with the breeze,
dog see, I'm a dolphin body,
in Chuck's yard, you an LV,
look up, I'm the cheerleader,
now, come fuck with me, I told you to keep my
fucking name out your fucking mouth,
you're dead, and now it's time to take your ass out,
I'm a dragon from the river,
[Fm] dolphin body, in Chuck's yard,
you can't put a round snake,
he's a bad ass yellow boy,
oh, he wants some, now, ain't that cold,
you're the [F] hoe, Mr.
Cone,
I'm from the tree [Fm] and I don't give a fuck,
and I know you thought I [F] wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down,
don't forget about the youth,
and that cash money,
I get slow down and dirty with the dirty 30,
because I'm in your [Fm] neighborhood,
that's why I know it's [F] dirty,
I'm in the truck, I'm supposed to be loving bad luck,
as I stand up in one speed,
it's too late to duck, I'm like Sim Harbaugh,
hopping on a hot Marlboro,
I'm prickly with that asshole, and [F] coming down your farm,
why did I ask what I eat,
morningly, you see,
I caught the enemy sniffing, getting groceries,
I was behind [B] the mailbox,
like a whole [F] drunkard,
that's why she fucked up, comfortable,
you bitch, you, you see, I walk by, I fight by,
I drive by too, I got the hang of 45,
and that AB-92,
I'm a stranger from the river,
duck his body and chuck the only man I know to run his neck,
he's a bad ass yellow boy,
[Fm] oh, he wants some,
and I ate that cone, you's a hoe,
you's a hoe, you's a hoe,
I'm from the free, [F] 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 youth,
and that cash money,
stop playing with me,
stop playing with me,
I know you thought I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down,
don't forget [Fm] about the youth,
and that cash money,
stop playing with me,
stop playing [F] with me,
I know you thought I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down,
don't forget about the youth,
and that cash money,
oh, [Fm] he wants some,
and I ate that cone, you's a hoe,
you's a hoe, you's a hoe,
I'm from the free, [F] 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 youth,
and that cash money,
oh, he wants some,
and I ate that cone, [B] you's a hoe,
you's a [F] hoe,
I know you thought I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down,
and I ate that cone, you's a hoe,
you's a hoe, you's a hoe,
[Fm]
I'ma show you [F] some spokes right now, you bitch, you!
[F] Take them braids out of his head, y'all.
Drag him from the river, cut his body and chuck y'all, leave an odor on his neck,
green badass, yellow boy, oh, he want love.
Ain't that cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone.
I'm not free and I don't give a fuck, and I know you thought I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down, brother, even brother, you ain't got cash money,
cause I'm from the tree and I don't give a fuck,
for the rest of what I'm here to tell the world, I'm just,
I'm back up on the scene, what's a fool like the Piper?
Ain't it so much more than straight up, than a sniper?
You sick, oh, you bitch, are you ready for the drama?
Throw your horn and get your gun, I'll kill mama.
If I catch you with the drawdown, I'ma do ya,
once upon a time, I up the roof, I give me the cruiser.
Now I'ma drag him from the river, dump his body and chuck y'all,
leave a load around his neck, me, bad ass, shallow boy, oh, he [Fm] won't go.
Ain't that [F] cold, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone.
I'm from the tree [Fm] and I don't give a fuck,
and I know you thought [F] I wouldn't be back, but you can't keep me down,
don't forget about the youth and the third wall,
climb my dick and attack my ball tree, don't make me lose it,
you're fuckin' it, I'm a queen, only 19, I'm any luck,
mini tree, I'm spotting it, you're on a pin,
I'm ready to unwrap your braids, gay blade,
not what you want to do, my luck, you can't see me,
I'm a king, you just want to be a battle,
time out, you just can't ask, so you can't bow, no B1, Dr.
Schum,
don't make me brush you off, raise the lamp to up,
I got the roundhouse, I step polo,
let go of my shirt, your hoe, blood's up on my polo,
I'ma drag him from the river, dump his body and chuck y'all,
leave a load around his neck, me, bad ass, shallow boy, oh, he [Fm] won't go.
Ain't that cold, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone.
I'm from the tree and I don't give a fuck,
and I know you thought [F] I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down, don't forget it,
all the years, ain't no cash money, clown,
stop playing with me, stop playing with me,
bitch, stop playing with me, I'm like the Bee Gees,
I'm gang-totally, but this time,
it's the Bulldog, barrel-smoking,
I hope to get you, chop you down,
say you in support, rash or the swine,
touchdown, your brain's on the ground,
I [B] got some gas, belly backwards,
that's what I do up on that extra bitch, I'm not an actor,
I'm coming up and fuck a big punk wannabe,
I warned you too many times,
so watch the bloody tragedy,
I got the dinos to the bulls, king of the gold,
I spend up in, in the turtleneck,
pull up, cause I don't care,
I love what you saying about me, well,
I'm tired of telling you that I'm a donkey nigga,
stop playing, I'm a dragon from the river,
dump his body in Chuck's yard,
leave a little odor on his neck,
[F] he's a bad-ass yellow bone,
[Fm] oh, he won't solve it, ain't that cool, y'all hoe,
Mr.
Cone, you're the hoe, Mr.
Cone,
I'm from the tree [F] 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 youth, and that dirty wall clown,
up in the front [Fm] room, in that wheeler,
on the brown table,
are you able, capable, all of a sudden,
I had to pop him, I had to pop him,
I got the R.O.T. restrictions,
what I need, hollow tips,
and the glyphs to make your ass bleed,
it's time to drop this [B] pussy with the breeze,
dog see, I'm a dolphin body,
in Chuck's yard, you an LV,
look up, I'm the cheerleader,
now, come fuck with me, I told you to keep my
fucking name out your fucking mouth,
you're dead, and now it's time to take your ass out,
I'm a dragon from the river,
[Fm] dolphin body, in Chuck's yard,
you can't put a round snake,
he's a bad ass yellow boy,
oh, he wants some, now, ain't that cold,
you're the [F] hoe, Mr.
Cone,
I'm from the tree [Fm] and I don't give a fuck,
and I know you thought I [F] wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down,
don't forget about the youth,
and that cash money,
I get slow down and dirty with the dirty 30,
because I'm in your [Fm] neighborhood,
that's why I know it's [F] dirty,
I'm in the truck, I'm supposed to be loving bad luck,
as I stand up in one speed,
it's too late to duck, I'm like Sim Harbaugh,
hopping on a hot Marlboro,
I'm prickly with that asshole, and [F] coming down your farm,
why did I ask what I eat,
morningly, you see,
I caught the enemy sniffing, getting groceries,
I was behind [B] the mailbox,
like a whole [F] drunkard,
that's why she fucked up, comfortable,
you bitch, you, you see, I walk by, I fight by,
I drive by too, I got the hang of 45,
and that AB-92,
I'm a stranger from the river,
duck his body and chuck the only man I know to run his neck,
he's a bad ass yellow boy,
[Fm] oh, he wants some,
and I ate that cone, you's a hoe,
you's a hoe, you's a hoe,
I'm from the free, [F] 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 youth,
and that cash money,
stop playing with me,
stop playing with me,
I know you thought I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down,
don't forget [Fm] about the youth,
and that cash money,
stop playing with me,
stop playing [F] with me,
I know you thought I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down,
don't forget about the youth,
and that cash money,
oh, [Fm] he wants some,
and I ate that cone, you's a hoe,
you's a hoe, you's a hoe,
I'm from the free, [F] 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 youth,
and that cash money,
oh, he wants some,
and I ate that cone, [B] you's a hoe,
you's a [F] hoe,
I know you thought I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down,
and I ate that cone, you's a hoe,
you's a hoe, you's a hoe,
[Fm]
Key:
F
Fm
B
F
Fm
B
F
Fm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You fake cheerleading bitch, you want a nigga like me to beware, huh?
I'ma show you [F] some spokes right now, you bitch, you!
[F] Take them braids out of his head, y'all.
Drag him from the river, cut his body and chuck y'all, leave an odor on his neck,
green badass, yellow boy, oh, he want love.
Ain't that cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone.
I'm not free and I don't give a fuck, and I know you thought I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down, brother, even brother, you ain't got cash money,
cause I'm from the tree and I don't give a fuck,
for the rest of what I'm here to tell the world, I'm just,
I'm back up on the scene, what's a fool like the Piper?
Ain't it so much more than straight up, than a sniper?
You sick, oh, you bitch, are you ready for the drama?
Throw your horn and get your gun, I'll kill mama.
If I catch you with the drawdown, I'ma do ya,
once upon a time, I up the roof, I give me the cruiser.
Now I'ma drag him from the river, dump his body and chuck y'all,
leave a load around his neck, me, bad ass, shallow boy, oh, he [Fm] won't go.
Ain't that [F] cold, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone.
I'm from the tree [Fm] and I don't give a fuck,
and I know you thought [F] I wouldn't be back, but you can't keep me down,
don't forget about the youth and the third wall,
climb my dick and attack my ball tree, don't make me lose it,
you're fuckin' it, I'm a queen, only 19, I'm any luck,
mini tree, I'm spotting it, you're on a pin,
I'm ready to unwrap your braids, gay blade,
not what you want to do, my luck, you can't see me,
I'm a king, you just want to be a battle,
time out, you just can't ask, so you can't bow, no B1, Dr.
Schum,
don't make me brush you off, raise the lamp to up,
I got the roundhouse, I step polo,
let go of my shirt, your hoe, blood's up on my polo,
I'ma drag him from the river, dump his body and chuck y'all,
leave a load around his neck, me, bad ass, shallow boy, oh, he [Fm] won't go.
Ain't that cold, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone.
I'm from the tree and I don't give a fuck,
and I know you thought [F] I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down, don't forget it,
all the years, ain't no cash money, clown,
stop playing with me, stop playing with me,
bitch, stop playing with me, I'm like the Bee Gees,
I'm gang-totally, but this time,
it's the Bulldog, barrel-smoking,
I hope to get you, chop you down,
say you in support, rash or the swine,
touchdown, your brain's on the ground,
I [B] got some gas, belly backwards,
that's what I do up on that extra bitch, I'm not an actor,
I'm coming up and fuck a big punk wannabe,
I warned you too many times,
so watch the bloody tragedy,
I got the dinos to the bulls, king of the gold,
I spend up in, in the turtleneck,
pull up, cause I don't care,
I love what you saying about me, well,
I'm tired of telling you that I'm a donkey nigga,
stop playing, I'm a dragon from the river,
dump his body in Chuck's yard,
leave a little odor on his neck,
[F] he's a bad-ass yellow bone,
[Fm] oh, he won't solve it, ain't that cool, y'all hoe,
Mr.
Cone, you're the hoe, Mr.
Cone,
I'm from the tree [F] 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 youth, and that dirty wall clown,
up in the front [Fm] room, in that wheeler,
on the brown table,
are you able, capable, all of a sudden,
I had to pop him, I had to pop him,
I got the R.O.T. restrictions,
what I need, hollow tips,
and the glyphs to make your ass bleed,
it's time to drop this [B] pussy with the breeze,
dog see, I'm a dolphin body,
in Chuck's yard, you an LV,
look up, I'm the cheerleader,
now, come fuck with me, I told you to keep my
fucking name out your fucking mouth,
you're dead, and now it's time to take your ass out,
I'm a dragon from the river,
[Fm] dolphin body, in Chuck's yard,
you can't put a round snake,
he's a bad ass yellow boy,
oh, he wants some, now, ain't that cold,
you're the [F] hoe, Mr.
Cone,
I'm from the tree [Fm] and I don't give a fuck,
and I know you thought I [F] wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down,
don't forget about the youth,
and that cash money,
I get slow down and dirty with the dirty 30,
because I'm in your [Fm] neighborhood,
that's why I know it's [F] dirty,
I'm in the truck, I'm supposed to be loving bad luck,
as I stand up in one speed,
it's too late to duck, I'm like Sim Harbaugh,
hopping on a hot Marlboro,
I'm prickly with that asshole, and [F] coming down your farm,
why did I ask what I eat,
morningly, you see,
I caught the enemy sniffing, getting groceries,
I was behind [B] the mailbox,
like a whole [F] drunkard,
that's why she fucked up, comfortable,
you bitch, you, you see, I walk by, I fight by,
I drive by too, I got the hang of 45,
and that AB-92,
I'm a stranger from the river,
duck his body and chuck the only man I know to run his neck,
he's a bad ass yellow boy,
[Fm] oh, he wants some,
and I ate that cone, you's a hoe,
you's a hoe, you's a hoe,
I'm from the free, [F] 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 youth,
and that cash money,
stop playing with me,
stop playing with me,
I know you thought I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down,
don't forget [Fm] about the youth,
and that cash money,
stop playing with me,
stop playing [F] with me,
I know you thought I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down,
don't forget about the youth,
and that cash money,
oh, [Fm] he wants some,
and I ate that cone, you's a hoe,
you's a hoe, you's a hoe,
I'm from the free, [F] 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 youth,
and that cash money,
oh, he wants some,
_ _ and I ate that cone, _ _ [B] you's a hoe,
you's a [F] hoe,
I know you _ thought I wouldn't _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ be _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ back, _ _ _
_ but you can't keep me down,
and I ate that cone, you's a hoe,
you's a hoe, _ _ _ _ _ you's a hoe,
_ _ _ [Fm] _
You fake cheerleading bitch, you want a nigga like me to beware, huh?
I'ma show you [F] some spokes right now, you bitch, you!
[F] Take them braids out of his head, y'all.
Drag him from the river, cut his body and chuck y'all, leave an odor on his neck,
green badass, yellow boy, oh, he want love.
Ain't that cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone.
I'm not free and I don't give a fuck, and I know you thought I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down, brother, even brother, you ain't got cash money,
cause I'm from the tree and I don't give a fuck,
for the rest of what I'm here to tell the world, I'm just,
I'm back up on the scene, what's a fool like the Piper?
Ain't it so much more than straight up, than a sniper?
You sick, oh, you bitch, are you ready for the drama?
Throw your horn and get your gun, I'll kill mama.
If I catch you with the drawdown, I'ma do ya,
once upon a time, I up the roof, I give me the cruiser.
Now I'ma drag him from the river, dump his body and chuck y'all,
leave a load around his neck, me, bad ass, shallow boy, oh, he [Fm] won't go.
Ain't that [F] cold, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone.
I'm from the tree [Fm] and I don't give a fuck,
and I know you thought [F] I wouldn't be back, but you can't keep me down,
don't forget about the youth and the third wall,
climb my dick and attack my ball tree, don't make me lose it,
you're fuckin' it, I'm a queen, only 19, I'm any luck,
mini tree, I'm spotting it, you're on a pin,
I'm ready to unwrap your braids, gay blade,
not what you want to do, my luck, you can't see me,
I'm a king, you just want to be a battle,
time out, you just can't ask, so you can't bow, no B1, Dr.
Schum,
don't make me brush you off, raise the lamp to up,
I got the roundhouse, I step polo,
let go of my shirt, your hoe, blood's up on my polo,
I'ma drag him from the river, dump his body and chuck y'all,
leave a load around his neck, me, bad ass, shallow boy, oh, he [Fm] won't go.
Ain't that cold, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone, y'all hoe, Mr.
Cone.
I'm from the tree and I don't give a fuck,
and I know you thought [F] I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down, don't forget it,
all the years, ain't no cash money, clown,
stop playing with me, stop playing with me,
bitch, stop playing with me, I'm like the Bee Gees,
I'm gang-totally, but this time,
it's the Bulldog, barrel-smoking,
I hope to get you, chop you down,
say you in support, rash or the swine,
touchdown, your brain's on the ground,
I [B] got some gas, belly backwards,
that's what I do up on that extra bitch, I'm not an actor,
I'm coming up and fuck a big punk wannabe,
I warned you too many times,
so watch the bloody tragedy,
I got the dinos to the bulls, king of the gold,
I spend up in, in the turtleneck,
pull up, cause I don't care,
I love what you saying about me, well,
I'm tired of telling you that I'm a donkey nigga,
stop playing, I'm a dragon from the river,
dump his body in Chuck's yard,
leave a little odor on his neck,
[F] he's a bad-ass yellow bone,
[Fm] oh, he won't solve it, ain't that cool, y'all hoe,
Mr.
Cone, you're the hoe, Mr.
Cone,
I'm from the tree [F] 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 youth, and that dirty wall clown,
up in the front [Fm] room, in that wheeler,
on the brown table,
are you able, capable, all of a sudden,
I had to pop him, I had to pop him,
I got the R.O.T. restrictions,
what I need, hollow tips,
and the glyphs to make your ass bleed,
it's time to drop this [B] pussy with the breeze,
dog see, I'm a dolphin body,
in Chuck's yard, you an LV,
look up, I'm the cheerleader,
now, come fuck with me, I told you to keep my
fucking name out your fucking mouth,
you're dead, and now it's time to take your ass out,
I'm a dragon from the river,
[Fm] dolphin body, in Chuck's yard,
you can't put a round snake,
he's a bad ass yellow boy,
oh, he wants some, now, ain't that cold,
you're the [F] hoe, Mr.
Cone,
I'm from the tree [Fm] and I don't give a fuck,
and I know you thought I [F] wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down,
don't forget about the youth,
and that cash money,
I get slow down and dirty with the dirty 30,
because I'm in your [Fm] neighborhood,
that's why I know it's [F] dirty,
I'm in the truck, I'm supposed to be loving bad luck,
as I stand up in one speed,
it's too late to duck, I'm like Sim Harbaugh,
hopping on a hot Marlboro,
I'm prickly with that asshole, and [F] coming down your farm,
why did I ask what I eat,
morningly, you see,
I caught the enemy sniffing, getting groceries,
I was behind [B] the mailbox,
like a whole [F] drunkard,
that's why she fucked up, comfortable,
you bitch, you, you see, I walk by, I fight by,
I drive by too, I got the hang of 45,
and that AB-92,
I'm a stranger from the river,
duck his body and chuck the only man I know to run his neck,
he's a bad ass yellow boy,
[Fm] oh, he wants some,
and I ate that cone, you's a hoe,
you's a hoe, you's a hoe,
I'm from the free, [F] 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 youth,
and that cash money,
stop playing with me,
stop playing with me,
I know you thought I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down,
don't forget [Fm] about the youth,
and that cash money,
stop playing with me,
stop playing [F] with me,
I know you thought I wouldn't be back,
but you can't keep me down,
don't forget about the youth,
and that cash money,
oh, [Fm] he wants some,
and I ate that cone, you's a hoe,
you's a hoe, you's a hoe,
I'm from the free, [F] 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 youth,
and that cash money,
oh, he wants some,
_ _ and I ate that cone, _ _ [B] you's a hoe,
you's a [F] hoe,
I know you _ thought I wouldn't _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ be _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ back, _ _ _
_ but you can't keep me down,
and I ate that cone, you's a hoe,
you's a hoe, _ _ _ _ _ you's a hoe,
_ _ _ [Fm] _