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

JC & (Uchie)
And we want to know why these haters keep playing me oh yah
(Hey and we want to why these suckers they talk about me)
And we want to know why these haters playing with me oh no
(Listen, and we want to why these haters keep playing with
me)

(South Mexican)
I'ma smoke kill, do what I can
I'ma them find that nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, what I push
Just a house right next to George Bush
In Oaks, it's the nigga Los
In the club drunk, nah I'm fin to go
In my 64 candy Impala
Fall to my knees and all praise to Allah
I blow big and I don't like pigs
I'm trying to put my trailor on MTV
But they say it's too small, not enough
But I got two bedrooms and a brand new
I'm and I'm pounding, I'm high as a mountain
You tell I'm f**ked up when you hear my album
The cadillac boucing I drunk my bitch a
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 there ain't no f**king
The only time I run is when I'm running
I shake it and I shook it, what you think I'm
Cause I smoke kill and my f**king crooked
Well f**k you too, I'ma my crew
Pack a 22 if you want some stu
Sipping 80 Proof, duece out the roof
a nigga down and wipe his shit off my boot
I'm at 3-25 if you want than 50
But I don't slang wiggy or that Venillie
I'm strictly moving carpet, on the black
Cause hoes talk to like a spider named Charolette

Valet park it, 600
Will be cash, naw bitch you could charge it, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
I'm smoking on that doja, for my Rosa
I signed her love poster then she me the panocha
Dopehouse soldier I I'm getting closer
Peace to Faith up in Atlanta Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, this is a jammer
I like to get drunk and dancing like Hammer
dickie sagger, no I'm not a bragger
Sometimes shave my head like the what Haggler
Ya I done had her, my dick gone gag her
Squeeze her and I her, while I creep in a jagger
it's the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch chrome straight and hit dome
Leave my click unless you want your shit gone
No chest no and no way to get home
You to be hard, I'll freeze your body up
Five days in the dirt, I'm 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 hear from me in a little bit, uh
And y'all ready for this, I'm going to do a little
everyone is here watching me, uh listen

(Uchie)
Hold up, in the cut
Coming through the with my niggas in the truck
And away uh the school and the fools and the nuts
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 wished it
I come 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 are the hardest
Throwdest shot callers, bone ass
And if ya ready to go to war we got some ass dealers,
I'm out