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

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

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

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
This green is so delicious, still bitching
Why don't you listen and rap like a christian
Mom you know I'm thugging there ain't no f**king
The only time I run is when I'm dope
I shake it and I shook it, you think I'm stupid
Cause I smoke and my dick's f**king crooked
Well f**k you too, call my crew
Pack a 22 if you want beef stu
Sipping 80 Proof, duece out the roof
Stomp a nigga down and his shit off my boot
I'm at 3-25 if you more than 50
But I slang wiggy or that Milly Venillie
I'm moving carpet, on the black market
hoes talk to pigs like a spider named Charolette

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

(Outro: Uchie)
What I'm about, this is Uchie and Filero On the beat ya
me
Y'all hear from me in a little bit, uh
And y'all for this, I'm going 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 uh from the school and the fools and the nuts
tell ya right now we one balling never stuck
And bitches show me love with some and kisses
Maybe cause the wheels on my is 20 inches
Maybe cause I and some hard hitting lyrics
Or mabe cause my name is at the top and they it
Cause I come a long way, and I'm here to
That Records til I die or my fame
We got Screwston sippers be microphone rippers
Them creepers and crawlers artists are the
shot callers, bone ass killers
And if ya ready to go to war we got some ass dealers,
I'm out