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

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

(South Mexican)
smoke kill, I'ma do what I can
I'ma help find that nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, what I push
Just bought a house 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 blow big and I don't like
I'm trying to put my on MTV Cribs
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 I'm f**ked up when you hear my album
The cadillac 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 a christian
Mom you know I'm there ain't no f**king hope
The only time I run is when I'm dope
I shake it and I shook it, what you I'm stupid
Cause I smoke and my dick's f**king crooked
Well you too, I'ma call my crew
Pack a 22 if you want beef 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 slang wiggy or that Milly Venillie
I'm moving carpet, on the black market
Cause hoes talk to pigs like a spider Charolette

park it, 600 starship
Will this be cash, naw bitch you could 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 feel I'm closer
Peace to Faith up in that Atlanta
Coopa Cabanna, this song is a
I like to get and start dancing like Hammer
dickie sagger, no I'm not a bragger
Sometimes shave my head like the what 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 straight and hit dome
Leave my alone unless you want your shit gone
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, is Uchie and Filero On the beat ya
me
Y'all gone hear me in a little bit, uh
And y'all ready for this, I'm going to do a little
While everyone is here watching me, uh

(Uchie)
Hold up, in the cut
Coming through the hood with my in the truck
And away uh from the and the fools and the nuts
I'ma tell ya right now we one balling stuck
And bitches show me love with some and kisses
Maybe cause the wheels on my right is 20
Maybe cause I ducked and some hard lyrics
Or mabe cause my is at the top and they wished it
Cause I a long way, and I'm here to stay
That Records til I die or my fame
We got sippers they be microphone rippers
Them and crawlers artists are the hardest
Throwdest shot callers, bone ass
And if ya to go to war we got some throwed ass dealers,
I'm out