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

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 want to know why these keep playing with me oh no
(Listen, and we want to know why these haters keep with
me)

(South Mexican)
I'ma smoke kill, I'ma do I can
I'ma help them find that up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, Benz what I
Just bought a right next to George Bush
In River Oaks, it's the Los
In the club drunk, nah I'm fin to go
In my 64 candy Impala
to my knees and give all praise to Allah
Still I big and I don't like pigs
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 could tell I'm up when you hear my album
The boucing I drunk my bitch a thousand
In the mall balling while you browsing, ha ha

(Chorus)

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

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