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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, to this

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

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

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
This green is so delicious, still bitching
Why don't you ever and rap like a christian
Mom you know I'm there ain't no f**king hope
The only time I run is when I'm dope
I it and I shook it, what you think I'm stupid
Cause I smoke and my dick's f**king crooked
Well f**k you too, call my crew
a 22 if you want 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 don't slang wiggy or that Venillie
I'm strictly moving carpet, on the black
Cause hoes talk to pigs like a spider named

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

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
I'm smoking on doja, for my bitch Rosa
I signed her love then she gave me the panocha
Dopehouse soldier I I'm getting closer
to Faith up in that Atlanta Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, this song is a
I like to get drunk and start like Hammer
Loose sagger, no I'm not a bragger
Sometimes shave my head like the Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I done had her, my gone gag her
Squeeze her and I grab her, I creep in a jagger
it's the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch chrome aimed and hit dome
Leave my alone unless you want your shit gone
No chest no and no way to get home
You want to be hard, I'll freeze body up
days 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 from me in a bit, uh
And ready for this, I'm going to do a little freestyle
While everyone is watching me, uh listen

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