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

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

(South Mexican)
I'ma smoke kill, I'ma do I can
I'ma help find that nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, Benz I push
Just a house right next to George Bush
In River Oaks, the nigga Los
In the club drunk, nah I'm fin to go
In my 64 candy what
Fall to my knees and give all praise to
Still I blow big and I like pigs
I'm to put my trailor on MTV Cribs
But they say it's too small, not coverage
But I got two bedrooms and a new oven
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 my bitch a thousand
In the balling while you motherf**kers browsing, ha ha

(Chorus)

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

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

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
I'm smoking on doja, for my bitch Rosa
I signed her love poster she gave me the panocha
Dopehouse I feel I'm getting closer
Peace to up in that Atlanta Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, this song is a
I like to get and start dancing like Hammer
Loose sagger, no I'm not a bragger
Sometimes shave my like the what Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I done had her, my gone gag her
Squeeze her and I her, while I creep in a jagger
Yab-a-dab-a-do it's the Mr.
20 inch chrome aimed straight and hit
Leave my click alone unless you want your shit
No chest no 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, this is Uchie and Filero On the ya
me
Y'all gone hear from me in a bit, uh
And y'all ready for this, I'm going to do a freestyle
everyone is here watching me, uh listen

(Uchie)
Hold up, in the cut
Coming through the hood with my niggas in the
And uh from the school and the fools and the nuts
I'ma tell ya right now we one never stuck
And bitches show me love with hugs and kisses
Maybe cause the on my right is 20 inches
cause I ducked and some hard hitting lyrics
Or mabe my name is at the top and they wished it
Cause I come a long way, and I'm here to
That Records til I die or my fame
We got Screwston sippers be microphone rippers
Them and crawlers artists are the hardest
Throwdest shot callers, ass killers
And if ya ready to go to war we got some ass dealers,
I'm out