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(Intro: Uchie)
It's for real, they want to know why all haters is talking
me
and talking nonsense, This is 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 why these haters keep playing with me oh no
(Listen, and we want to know why haters keep playing with
me)

(South Mexican)
smoke kill, I'ma do what I can
I'ma help find that nigga up in Afghanistan
I the hood, Benz what I push
Just bought a house 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
Fall to my knees and give all praise to
Still I blow big and I don't pigs
I'm trying to put my trailor on MTV
But they say it's too small, not 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 up when you hear my album
The cadillac boucing I my bitch a thousand
In the balling while you motherf**kers browsing, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
This green is so delicious, mom's bitching
Why don't you ever and rap like 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 you too, I'ma call my crew
Pack a 22 if you 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 wiggy or that Milly
I'm strictly moving carpet, on the market
Cause hoes talk to 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 smoking on that doja, for my Rosa
I signed her love poster then she gave me the
Dopehouse soldier I feel I'm closer
to Faith up in that Atlanta Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, this song is a
I to get drunk and start dancing like Hammer
Loose sagger, no I'm not a bragger
Sometimes shave my head the what Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I had her, my dick gone gag her
Squeeze her and I her, while I creep in a jagger
Yab-a-dab-a-do the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch aimed straight and hit dome
Leave my alone unless you want your shit gone
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 me in a little bit, uh
And y'all for this, I'm going to do a little freestyle
While everyone is here watching me, uh

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