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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, Shut Em Down, listen to

JC & (Uchie)
And we to know why these haters keep playing with me oh yah
(Hey and we want to know why suckers they talk about me)
And we want to know why 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, do what I can
help them find that nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, Benz I push
Just bought a house next to George Bush
In River Oaks, the nigga Los
In the drunk, nah nigga I'm fin to go
In my 64 candy Impala
Fall to my knees and all praise to Allah
Still I big and I don't like pigs
I'm to put my trailor on MTV Cribs
But say it's too small, not enough 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 drunk my a thousand
In the mall while you motherf**kers browsing, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
green is so delicious, mom's still bitching
Why don't you listen and rap like a christian
Mom you know I'm thugging ain't no f**king hope
The only time I run is when I'm running
I shake it and I shook it, what you 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
Sipping 80 Proof, duece out the roof
Stomp a nigga down and wipe his shit off my
I'm at 3-25 if you more than 50
But I don't slang wiggy or Milly Venillie
I'm strictly moving carpet, on the market
Cause hoes talk to pigs a spider named Charolette

Valet park it, 600
Will this be cash, naw bitch you could it, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
I'm on that doja, for my bitch Rosa
I signed her love then she gave me the panocha
Dopehouse soldier I feel I'm closer
Peace to Faith up in that Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, song is a jammer
I to get drunk and start dancing like Hammer
Loose dickie sagger, no I'm not a
Sometimes shave my like the what Marvin Haggler
Ya I done had her, my dick gone gag her
Squeeze her and I her, while I creep in a jagger
Yab-a-dab-a-do the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch chrome straight and hit dome
Leave my click alone unless you want your shit
No chest no and no way to get home
You to be hard, I'll freeze 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, this is and Filero On the beat ya
me
Y'all gone hear from me in a bit, uh
And y'all for this, I'm going to do a little freestyle
While is here watching me, uh listen

(Uchie)
Hold up, in the cut
through the hood with my niggas in the truck
And away uh from the 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 the wheels on my right is 20 inches
Maybe I ducked and some hard hitting lyrics
Or cause my name is at the top and they wished it
Cause I a long way, and I'm here to stay
That Dopehouse til I die or my fame
We got Screwston sippers they be microphone
creepers and crawlers artists are the hardest
Throwdest shot callers, bone ass
And if ya ready to go to war we got some ass dealers,
I'm out