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(Intro: Uchie)
It's for real, they want to why all these haters is talking
me
and talking nonsense, This is Uchie with my man
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 to know 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 know why these haters keep playing
me)

(South Mexican)
I'ma smoke kill, do what I can
I'ma help them find nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, Benz what I
Just a house right next to George Bush
In River Oaks, it's the Los
In the drunk, nah nigga I'm fin to go
In my 64 what Impala
Fall to my knees and give all to Allah
Still I big and I don't like pigs
I'm trying to put my on MTV Cribs
But they say it's too small, not enough
But I got two bedrooms and a new oven
I'm puffing and I'm pounding, I'm high as a
You tell I'm f**ked up when you hear my album
The boucing I drunk my bitch a thousand
In the mall balling while you browsing, ha ha

(Chorus)

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

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

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
I'm smoking on that doja, for my Rosa
I her love poster then she gave me the panocha
Dopehouse soldier I feel I'm getting
Peace to up in that Atlanta Georgia
Cabanna, this song is a jammer
I to get drunk and start dancing like Hammer
Loose dickie sagger, no I'm not a
shave my head like the what Marvin Haggler
Ya I done had her, my dick gone gag her
Squeeze her and I grab her, while I creep in a
Yab-a-dab-a-do the Mr. Flinstone
20 chrome aimed 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, 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, 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 the hood with my niggas in the truck
And uh from the school and the fools and the nuts
tell ya right now we one balling never stuck
And bitches show me love with hugs and kisses
Maybe 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 callers, bone ass killers
And if ya to go to war we got some throwed ass dealers,
I'm out