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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
Please tell these ass niggas who you are

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

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 of family 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 that rip up
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 is aight
Dat nigga can't wit me thou
Let me get on da mic
Nigga, who da fuck are you

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

Y'all in detention that'll Neva 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 and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph
4-ize it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not even Joshua can to war wit dis games

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

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

I be dat dat lova lova
I'm than thinkin' about yo' parents sex each 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 everybody is Mr and Mrs.
Some get like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
Girls backin' dey ass up now 400 degrees ha

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

Da drug emporium
On da counter
You my diction
And my nurse convention
I put da stethoscope close 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