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

JC & (Uchie)
And we to know why these haters keep playing with me oh yah
(Hey and we want to 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 playing
me)

(South Mexican)
smoke kill, I'ma do what I can
I'ma help find that nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, Benz I push
Just bought a house right next to George
In River Oaks, it's the Los
In the club drunk, nah I'm fin to go
In my 64 candy what
Fall to my knees and all praise to Allah
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 bedrooms and a new oven
I'm puffing and I'm pounding, I'm high as a
You could I'm f**ked up when you hear my album
The cadillac I drunk my bitch a thousand
In the mall balling you motherf**kers browsing, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
This green is so delicious, still bitching
Why you ever listen and rap like a christian
Mom you know I'm thugging there ain't no hope
The time I run is when I'm running dope
I shake it and I shook it, what you I'm stupid
I smoke kill and my dick's f**king crooked
Well f**k you too, call my crew
a 22 if you want some beef stu
Sipping 80 Proof, duece out the roof
Stomp a nigga and wipe his shit off my boot
I'm at 3-25 if you more than 50
But I don't wiggy or that Milly Venillie
I'm moving carpet, on the black market
Cause hoes talk to pigs a spider named Charolette

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

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
I'm smoking on doja, for my bitch Rosa
I her love poster then she gave me the panocha
Dopehouse soldier I I'm getting closer
Peace to Faith up in that Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, this is a jammer
I like to get drunk and dancing like Hammer
Loose sagger, no I'm not a bragger
shave my head like the what Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I done had her, my dick gag her
her and I grab her, while I creep in a jagger
Yab-a-dab-a-do the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch chrome straight and hit dome
Leave my click alone unless you want your gone
No chest no and no way to get home
You want to be hard, 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, 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
everyone is here watching me, uh listen

(Uchie)
Hold up, in the cut
through the hood with 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 me love with some hugs and kisses
Maybe cause the wheels on my right is 20
Maybe cause I ducked and some hitting lyrics
Or mabe cause my name is at the top and wished it
Cause I come a long way, and I'm here to
That Dopehouse Records til I die or my
We got sippers they be microphone rippers
Them creepers and artists are the hardest
Throwdest callers, bone ass killers
And if ya ready to go to war we got some ass dealers,
I'm out