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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

Valet park it, 600
Will this be cash, naw bitch you could it, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
I'm on that doja, for my bitch Rosa
I signed her poster then she gave me the panocha
Dopehouse soldier I feel I'm getting
Peace to Faith up in that Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, this is a jammer
I like to get drunk and start dancing like
Loose sagger, no I'm not a bragger
shave my head like the what Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I had her, my dick gone gag her
Squeeze her and I grab her, I creep in a jagger
Yab-a-dab-a-do the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch chrome aimed straight and hit
Leave my click alone unless you want your gone
No chest no brains and no way to get
You want to be hard, freeze your body up
Five in the dirt, I'm sure you'll soften up, ha ha yo

(Chorus)

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

(Uchie)
Hold up, in the cut
Coming the hood with my niggas in the truck
And away uh the school and the fools and the nuts
I'ma tell ya right now we one balling stuck
And bitches show me love with some and kisses
Maybe the wheels on my right is 20 inches
Maybe cause I ducked and some hard hitting
Or mabe cause my is at the top and they wished it
Cause I come a long way, and I'm here to
Dopehouse Records til I die or my fame
We got Screwston sippers they be rippers
Them creepers and crawlers are the hardest
Throwdest shot callers, ass killers
And if ya to go to war we got some throwed ass dealers,
I'm out