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

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

(South Mexican)
I'ma smoke kill, I'ma do I can
I'ma help them find nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, Benz I push
Just bought a house right next to George
In Oaks, it's the nigga Los
In the drunk, nah nigga I'm fin to go
In my 64 candy 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 they say it's too small, not coverage
But I got two and a brand 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 boucing I my bitch a thousand
In the mall balling while you browsing, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
This green is so delicious, still bitching
Why you ever listen and rap like a christian
Mom you I'm thugging there ain't no f**king hope
The only I run is when I'm running dope
I shake it and I it, what you think I'm stupid
Cause I smoke kill and my dick's f**king
Well f**k you too, call my crew
Pack a 22 if you want some stu
Sipping 80 Proof, chugging 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 don't slang wiggy or that Milly
I'm strictly carpet, on the black market
Cause hoes talk to pigs like a spider named

Valet park it, 600
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
soldier I feel I'm getting closer
Peace to Faith up in Atlanta Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, song is a jammer
I to get drunk and start dancing like Hammer
Loose sagger, no I'm not a bragger
shave my head like the what Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I had her, my dick gone gag her
Squeeze her and I grab her, while I creep in a
it's the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch aimed straight and hit dome
Leave my click alone unless you want shit gone
No chest no brains and no way to get
You want to be hard, I'll your body up
days in the dirt, I'm sure 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 gone hear me in a little bit, uh
And y'all ready for this, I'm going to do a freestyle
While everyone is here me, uh listen

(Uchie)
up, Uchie in the cut
Coming through the hood with my in the truck
And away uh from the school and the fools and the
tell ya right now we one balling 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 to stay
That Records til I die or my fame
We got Screwston sippers they be microphone
creepers and crawlers 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