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

(South Mexican)
I'ma kill, I'ma do what I can
I'ma help them find that up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, Benz what I
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
Fall to my knees and all praise to Allah
Still I blow big and I like pigs
I'm trying to put my on MTV Cribs
But they say too small, not enough coverage
But I got two bedrooms and a new oven
I'm and I'm pounding, I'm high as a mountain
You could tell I'm f**ked up when you hear my
The boucing I drunk my bitch a thousand
In the mall balling you motherf**kers browsing, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
This is so delicious, mom's still bitching
Why don't you ever listen and rap a christian
Mom you I'm thugging there ain't no f**king hope
The only I run is when I'm running dope
I shake it and I shook it, you think I'm stupid
Cause I smoke kill and my dick's f**king
Well f**k you too, call my crew
Pack a 22 if you want some stu
80 Proof, chugging duece out the roof
Stomp a nigga and wipe his shit off my boot
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 talk to pigs like a spider named

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

(Uchie)
up, Uchie in the cut
Coming the hood with my niggas in the truck
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 love with some hugs and
cause the wheels on my right is 20 inches
Maybe cause I ducked and hard hitting lyrics
Or mabe cause my is at the top and they wished it
Cause I come a way, and I'm here to stay
That Records til I die or my fame
We got Screwston sippers be microphone rippers
Them creepers and crawlers artists are the
Throwdest shot callers, bone ass
And if ya ready to go to war we got throwed ass dealers,
I'm out