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

I be dat named Luda'
alert it's the atllien intruder
College park water boy, in tha c-cooler
I jam they deaf, they call me slick dick da ruler
Women indeed, ya eyes closed
blows, come out dem clothes hoe
Low pros, low bows, out for the po-po
And I chose, to be dat numba one contender, southern
Fuckin' up ya agenda

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 death
And I'm one of dem niggaz that rip up
Til is no seats left
You shit out wheat chex and fart out breaths
While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all

Dat nigga
Oh dat is aight
Dat can't fuck wit me thou
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
think I want they bitches
But I want no pigeons
Yet pigeons can scrub my
And y'all don't want no scrubs till y'all out y'all extensions

Y'all in school detention that'll come out
Man I'll yo Achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
'Cause we da in the south, they know what I'm talkin' 'bout
You see we Jack and we Daniels, Earl and Ralph
4-ize it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not even can come to war wit dis games

These niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet da ears but its a drought in ya brain
And dats tha and plain 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 radio station
Shorty be man?
Man, let the be known
Who y'all talkin'

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

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

Da drug emporium
On da prescription
You like my
And my doctor nurse
I put da quite close to yo tittie
Have yo butt checks red man Uncle Quilly

See me, see me
Ha ha ha
C E O
D T P
2-0
Fate

Shondrez-zy on da
Playa to ya boy
College nigga
Virgo nigga, wha
Ahh ahh ahh