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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, Shut Em Down, listen to

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

(South Mexican)
I'ma kill, I'ma do what I can
I'ma help find that nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, what I push
bought a house right next to George Bush
In Oaks, it's the nigga Los
In the drunk, nah nigga I'm fin to go
In my 64 what Impala
Fall to my and give all praise to Allah
Still I big and I don't like pigs
I'm trying to put my trailor on MTV
But say it's too small, not enough coverage
But I got two bedrooms and a new oven
I'm puffing and I'm pounding, I'm as a mountain
You could tell I'm f**ked up when you my album
The cadillac boucing I drunk my a thousand
In the mall while you motherf**kers browsing, ha ha

(Chorus)

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

park it, 600 starship
Will this be cash, naw bitch you charge it, ha ha

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

(Uchie)
Hold up, in the cut
Coming the hood 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 never stuck
And show me love with some hugs and kisses
Maybe the wheels on my right is 20 inches
Maybe cause I ducked and some hard lyrics
Or cause my name is at the top and they wished it
I come a long way, and I'm here to stay
That Dopehouse til I die or my fame
We got Screwston sippers they be rippers
creepers and crawlers artists are the hardest
Throwdest shot callers, ass killers
And if ya ready to go to war we got throwed ass dealers,
I'm out