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(Intro: Uchie)
It's for real, want to know why all these haters is talking
me
and talking nonsense, This is Uchie my man Filero
Dopehouse Records, Shut Em Down, listen to

JC & (Uchie)
And we want to know why these haters keep playing me oh yah
(Hey and we want to why these suckers they talk about me)
And we want to know why these haters playing with me oh no
(Listen, and we want to know why these haters keep playing
me)

(South Mexican)
smoke kill, I'ma do what I can
I'ma them find that nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, what I push
Just bought a house right next to Bush
In Oaks, it's the nigga Los
In the club drunk, nah I'm fin to go
In my 64 candy what
to my knees and give all praise to Allah
Still I big and I don't like pigs
I'm trying to put my on MTV Cribs
But they say it's too small, not enough
But I got two and a brand new oven
I'm and I'm pounding, I'm high as a mountain
You could tell I'm f**ked up when you my album
The boucing I drunk my bitch a thousand
In the mall balling while you browsing, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
This green is so delicious, mom's still
Why don't you ever listen and rap a christian
Mom you know I'm thugging there ain't no hope
The only I run is when I'm running dope
I shake it and I shook it, what you think I'm
Cause I kill and my dick's f**king crooked
Well f**k you too, I'ma my crew
a 22 if you want some beef stu
Sipping 80 Proof, duece out the roof
Stomp a nigga down and wipe his off my boot
I'm at 3-25 if you want than 50
But I don't wiggy or that Milly Venillie
I'm strictly moving carpet, on the market
hoes talk to pigs like a spider named Charolette

Valet it, 600 starship
Will this be cash, naw bitch you charge it, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
I'm smoking on that doja, for my Rosa
I signed her love poster then she gave me the
soldier I feel I'm getting closer
Peace to Faith up in Atlanta Georgia
Cabanna, this song is a jammer
I like to get drunk and dancing like Hammer
Loose dickie sagger, no I'm not a
Sometimes shave my head like the what Haggler
Ya bitch I done had her, my dick gag her
Squeeze her and I her, while I creep in a jagger
Yab-a-dab-a-do the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch chrome straight and hit dome
Leave my click alone you want your shit gone
No chest no brains and no way to get
You want to be hard, freeze your body up
Five days in the dirt, I'm sure you'll up, ha ha yo

(Chorus)

(Outro: Uchie)
What I'm talking about, this is Uchie and Filero On the ya
me
Y'all gone hear me in a little bit, uh
And ready for this, I'm going to do a little freestyle
While everyone is here watching me, uh

(Uchie)
up, Uchie in the cut
Coming through the hood with my in the truck
And away uh the school and the fools and the nuts
I'ma tell ya right now we one never stuck
And bitches show me love some hugs and kisses
cause the wheels on my right is 20 inches
Maybe cause I ducked and hard hitting lyrics
Or mabe cause my name is at the top and wished it
Cause I a long way, and I'm here to stay
That Dopehouse til I die or my fame
We got Screwston they be microphone rippers
creepers and crawlers artists are the hardest
Throwdest callers, bone ass killers
And if ya ready to go to war we got throwed ass dealers,
I'm out