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

I be dat nigga named
Alert alert it's the intruder
College park water boy, spittin' in tha
I jam they deaf, they call me slick dick da ruler
Women indeed, keep ya eyes
'Bow blows, come out dem hoe
Low pros, low bows, out for the po-po
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
Call me golden
Its you and I, do or die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of family stones, cats I'm sly

Oh why try, you one of dem niggaz that like to death
And I'm one of dem niggaz rip up excursions
Til there is no left
You shit out wheat chex and fart out deep
While we darts at the bottom 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 nigga bronze
Playaz ball or go on strike 'cause of my pitches
They think I they bitches
But I want no pigeons
Yet can scrub my dishes
And don't want no scrubs till y'all pull out y'all extensions

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

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

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

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

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

Da Luda emporium
On da counter
You my diction
And my doctor nurse
I put da quite close to yo tittie
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
Virgo nigga, wha
Ahh ahh ahh