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(Intro: Uchie)
It's for real, they want to why all these 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 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 to know why these haters keep playing with
me)

(South Mexican)
smoke kill, I'ma do what I can
I'ma help them find nigga up in Afghanistan
I the hood, Benz what I push
bought a house 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 what Impala
Fall to my knees and give all praise to
Still I big and I don't like pigs
I'm to put my trailor 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 as a mountain
You tell I'm f**ked up when you hear my album
The cadillac boucing I my bitch a thousand
In the mall 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 time I run is when 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 want beef stu
Sipping 80 Proof, chugging out the roof
Stomp a nigga down and wipe his shit off my
I'm at if you want more than 50
But I don't slang wiggy or that Venillie
I'm strictly moving carpet, on the black
Cause hoes talk to pigs a spider named Charolette

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

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
I'm smoking on doja, for my bitch Rosa
I signed her love poster then she me the panocha
soldier I feel I'm getting closer
Peace to Faith up in that Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, song is a jammer
I like to get drunk and start dancing like
Loose dickie sagger, no I'm not a
Sometimes shave my head like the Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I done had her, my gone gag her
Squeeze her and I grab her, while I creep in a
Yab-a-dab-a-do the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch chrome straight and hit dome
Leave my click alone unless you your shit gone
No no brains 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)
What I'm talking about, is Uchie and Filero On the beat ya
me
Y'all hear from me in a little bit, uh
And y'all ready for this, I'm going to do a little
While everyone is here me, uh listen

(Uchie)
Hold up, in the cut
Coming through the with my niggas in the truck
And away uh from the school and the fools and the
tell ya right now we one balling never stuck
And bitches show me love with hugs and kisses
Maybe the wheels on my right is 20 inches
Maybe cause I ducked and some 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 Dopehouse Records til I die or my
We got Screwston sippers they be rippers
creepers and crawlers artists are the hardest
Throwdest callers, bone ass killers
And if ya ready to go to war we got throwed ass dealers,
I'm out