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

JC & (Uchie)
And we want to know why these keep playing with me oh yah
(Hey and we to know why these suckers they talk about me)
And we want to know why haters 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 that nigga up in Afghanistan
I the hood, Benz what I push
Just 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 what Impala
Fall to my knees and give all to Allah
Still I blow big and I don't like
I'm trying to put my on MTV Cribs
But say it's too small, not enough coverage
But I got two and a brand new oven
I'm puffing and I'm pounding, I'm high as a
You could tell I'm f**ked up you hear my album
The cadillac boucing I my bitch a thousand
In the mall balling while you browsing, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
green is so delicious, mom's still bitching
Why don't you ever listen and rap like a
Mom you I'm thugging there ain't no f**king hope
The only time I run is when I'm running
I shake it and I shook it, what you I'm stupid
Cause I smoke kill and my dick's crooked
f**k you too, I'ma call my crew
Pack a 22 if you want beef stu
Sipping 80 Proof, chugging out the roof
Stomp a nigga down and wipe his shit off my
I'm at 3-25 if you want than 50
But I slang wiggy or that Milly Venillie
I'm moving carpet, on the black market
Cause hoes 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 that doja, for my Rosa
I signed her love then she gave me the panocha
Dopehouse I feel I'm getting closer
Peace to Faith up in that Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, this song is a
I to get drunk and start dancing like Hammer
dickie sagger, no I'm not a bragger
Sometimes shave my like the what Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I done had her, my dick gag her
Squeeze her and I her, while I creep in a jagger
it's the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch chrome aimed straight and hit
Leave my click alone unless you want your shit
No chest no and no way to get home
You want to be hard, I'll freeze your up
Five days in the dirt, I'm sure you'll up, ha ha yo

(Chorus)

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

(Uchie)
Hold up, in the cut
Coming through the hood my niggas in the truck
And away uh from the school and the fools and the
I'ma tell ya right now we one balling stuck
And bitches show me love with some hugs and
cause the wheels on my right is 20 inches
Maybe cause I ducked and some hard lyrics
Or mabe cause my name is at the top and they it
Cause I come a way, and I'm here to stay
That Dopehouse Records til I die or my
We got Screwston sippers they be rippers
Them creepers and crawlers are the hardest
shot callers, bone ass killers
And if ya ready to go to war we got throwed ass dealers,
I'm out