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

I be dat nigga named
Alert it's the atllien intruder
College park water boy, in tha c-cooler
I jam till they deaf, they call me slick 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 whole

I walk you try to run
When I run you try to
You the snap of my finger
Call me golden
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 like to cheat
And I'm one of dem niggaz rip up excursions
Til is no seats left
You shit out chex and fart out deep breaths
we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks

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

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

in school detention that'll Neva come out
Man I'll catch yo Achilles and put a sock in yo mouth
we da shit 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 even can come to war wit dis games

bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya
And dats tha 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 talkin' 'bout man
Shorty up at da radio man?
Shorty be man?
Man, let the be known
Who talkin' 'bout

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

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

Da Luda drug
On da counter
You like my
And my nurse convention
I put da stethoscope quite to yo tittie
yo butt 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