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Yeah see this nigga
Come see this ol' light skinned
I him and I'm addicted
tha peace is the click
Please tell these fake ass who you are

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

When I you try to run
When I run you try to
You the snap of my finger
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 niggaz that to cheat death
And I'm one of dem niggaz rip up excursions
Til there is no seats
You shit out chex and fart out deep breaths
While we toss darts at the of y'all V-necks

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

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

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

These bitch is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet da ears but its a drought in ya brain
And tha simple and plain man
W dot shh
(Man dat dude lauder's got hotter than hot shh)
Well sh-sh-shut da up
Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut da up

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

I be dat dat lova lova
I'm nastier than about yo' parents sex each other
No glove, no love, betta yo dick to run for cover
So when lightening strikes, you can be on a few rubbers
If you know I mean
Not everybody is Mr and Mrs.
Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat
Girls backin' dey ass up now 400 degrees ha

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

Da Luda emporium
On da prescription
You my diction
And my doctor nurse
I put da stethoscope quite to yo tittie
Have yo butt 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
Playa to ya boy
College nigga
Virgo nigga, wha
Ahh ahh ahh