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Yeah come see nigga
see this ol' light skinned mothafucka
I him and I'm addicted
Disturbin' tha peace is the
Please tell these ass niggas who you are

I be dat nigga named
alert it's the atllien intruder
College water boy, spittin' in tha c-cooler
I jam till they deaf, call me slick dick da ruler
Women indeed, ya eyes closed
blows, come out dem clothes hoe
Low pros, low bows, watch out for the
And I chose, to be dat one contender, southern offender
Fuckin' up ya agenda

I walk you try to run
When I run you try to
You skated the snap of my
me golden gley
Its you and I, do or die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of stones, cats think I'm sly

Oh why try, you one of dem that like to cheat death
And I'm one of dem niggaz rip up excursions
Til there is no left
You shit out wheat chex and out deep breaths
we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks

Dat cries?
Oh dat is aight
Dat nigga can't fuck wit me
Let me get on da mic
Nigga, who da are you nigga

I be dat nigga bridges
wanna ball or go on strike 'cause of my pitches
They think I they bitches
But I don't no pigeons
Yet pigeons can my dishes
And y'all want no scrubs till y'all pull out y'all extensions

Y'all in school that'll Neva come out
Man I'll yo Achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
'Cause we da in the south, they know what I'm talkin' 'bout
You see we Jack and we Daniels, Earl and Ralph
4-ize it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not even can come to war wit dis games

These niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da but its a drought in ya brain
And tha simple and plain man
W dot shh
(Man dat dude got some hotter than hot shh)
sh-sh-shut da fuck up
Before you get da fuck up

on man
Hold on lil
Y'all 'bout shorty man
Shorty up at da station man?
Shorty be man?
Man, let the be known
Who y'all talkin'

I be dat nigga dat lova
I'm nastier than thinkin' about yo' parents sex other
No glove, no love, betta tell yo to run for cover
So when lightening strikes, you can be safe on a few
If you know what I
Not is Mr and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt like Kruger, sweat dreams
backin' dey ass up now they 400 degrees ha

Hot girl, tryin' to give to niggaz up on da block
you screamin' "Stop girl"
I rock worlds with my 9 inch louieville
Still wonder why they call me lova
Explainatruim
Ass
I bring 'em back to da future a '85 Delirium

Da Luda drug
On da prescription
You my diction
And my doctor nurse
I put da stethoscope quite close to yo
Have yo checks red man like Uncle Quilly

See me, see me
Ha ha ha
C E O
D T P
2-0
Fate

Shondrez-zy on da
Circle to ya boy
College park
nigga, what wha
Ahh ahh ahh