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

I be dat nigga named
Alert it's the atllien intruder
College park water boy, spittin' in tha
I jam till they deaf, they me slick dick da ruler
indeed, keep ya eyes closed
'Bow blows, come out dem hoe
Low pros, low bows, out for the po-po
And I chose, to be dat numba one contender, southern
Fuckin' up ya whole

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

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

I be dat nigga bronze
Playaz wanna ball or go on strike 'cause of my
They think I want they
But I want no pigeons
Yet pigeons can my dishes
And y'all don't want no scrubs 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 shit in the south, they know what I'm talkin'
You see we Jack and we Daniels, Earl and Ralph
4-ize twirl it out, lick it dry and it to flames
Not even 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 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
Y'all talkin' shorty man
Shorty up at da station man?
Shorty be poppin'
Man, let the be known
Who y'all 'bout

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

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

Da Luda emporium
On da prescription
You like my
And my doctor convention
I put da stethoscope quite close to yo
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