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Yeah come see this
Come see this ol' light skinned
I seen him and I'm
Disturbin' tha is the click
Please tell fake ass niggas who you are

I be dat nigga named
Alert alert it's the atllien
College park water boy, in tha c-cooler
I jam till deaf, they call me slick dick da ruler
Women indeed, ya eyes closed
'Bow blows, out dem clothes 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
I run you try to hide
You skated the of my finger
me golden gley
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 to cheat death
And I'm one of dem niggaz rip up excursions
Til there is no seats
You out wheat chex and fart out deep breaths
we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks

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

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

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

These bitch is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet da ears but its a drought in ya brain
And dats tha simple and man
W dot shh
(Man dat dude lauder's got some hotter hot shh)
sh-sh-shut 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?
Shorty be poppin'
Man, let the name be
Who y'all talkin'

I be dat nigga dat lova
I'm nastier 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 on a few rubbers
If you know what I
Not is Mr and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat
Girls backin' dey ass up now 400 degrees ha

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

Da drug emporium
On da counter
You like my
And my nurse convention
I put da stethoscope quite to yo tittie
Have yo butt checks red man 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