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(Intro: Uchie)
It's for real, they want to know why all these haters is
me
and nonsense, This is Uchie with my man Filero
Dopehouse Records, Shut Em Down, to this

JC & (Uchie)
And we want to know why haters keep playing with me oh yah
(Hey and we to know why these suckers they talk about me)
And we to know why these haters keep playing with me oh no
(Listen, and we want to know why these keep playing with
me)

(South Mexican)
I'ma smoke kill, do what I can
help them find that nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, Benz I push
bought a house right next to George Bush
In River Oaks, the nigga Los
In the club drunk, nah I'm fin to go
In my 64 candy what
Fall to my knees and give all praise to
Still I blow big and I don't like
I'm to put my trailor on MTV Cribs
But they say it's too small, not coverage
But I got two bedrooms and a new oven
I'm puffing and I'm pounding, I'm high as a
You tell I'm f**ked up when you hear my album
The cadillac boucing I drunk my bitch a
In the mall balling you motherf**kers browsing, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
This is so delicious, mom's still bitching
Why don't you ever and rap like a christian
Mom you know I'm there ain't no f**king hope
The only time I run is I'm running dope
I it and I shook it, what you think I'm stupid
Cause I kill and my dick's f**king crooked
Well you too, I'ma call my crew
Pack a 22 if you some beef stu
80 Proof, chugging duece out the roof
Stomp a nigga and wipe his shit off my boot
I'm at 3-25 if you more than 50
But I don't slang or that Milly Venillie
I'm strictly moving carpet, on the black
hoes talk to pigs like a spider named Charolette

Valet park it, 600
this be cash, naw bitch you could charge it, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
I'm smoking on that doja, for my Rosa
I signed her love poster then she me the panocha
Dopehouse I feel I'm getting closer
Peace to Faith up in that Atlanta
Coopa Cabanna, this is a jammer
I like to get drunk and start dancing like
Loose dickie sagger, no I'm not a
shave my head like the what Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I had her, my dick gone gag her
her and I grab her, while I creep in a jagger
Yab-a-dab-a-do the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch aimed straight and hit dome
Leave my click alone unless you want your shit
No chest no and no way to get home
You want to be hard, freeze your body up
Five days in the dirt, I'm sure you'll up, ha ha yo

(Chorus)

(Outro: Uchie)
What I'm talking about, this is Uchie and Filero On the ya
me
Y'all gone from me in a little bit, uh
And y'all ready for this, I'm to do a little freestyle
everyone is here watching me, uh listen

(Uchie)
Hold up, in the cut
Coming through the hood with my niggas in the
And away uh the school and the fools and the nuts
I'ma tell ya right now we one never stuck
And bitches me love with some hugs and kisses
Maybe cause the on my right is 20 inches
Maybe cause I ducked and some hitting lyrics
Or mabe cause my name is at the top and wished it
I come a long way, and I'm here to stay
That Records til I die or my fame
We got Screwston sippers they be rippers
Them creepers and crawlers artists are the
Throwdest shot callers, bone ass
And if ya ready to go to war we got some ass dealers,
I'm out