[Intro: Uchie]
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It's for real, they want to know why all these haters is talking about me
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and talking nonsense, This is Uchie with my man Filero
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Dopehouse Records, Shut Em Down, listen to this
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[Chorus: JC & (Uchie)]
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And we want to know why these haters keep playing with me oh yah
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(Hey and we want to know why these suckers they talk about me)
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And we want to know why these haters keep playing with me oh no
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(Listen, and we want to know why these haters keep playing with me)
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[South Park Mexican]
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I'ma smoke kill, I'ma do what I can
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I'ma help them find that nigga up in Afghanistan
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I represent the hood, Benz what I push
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Just bought a house right next to George Bush
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In River Oaks, it's the nigga Los
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In the club drunk, nah nigga I'm fin to go
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In my 64 candy what Impala
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Fall to my knees and give all praise to Allah
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Still I blow big and I don't like pigs
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I'm trying to put my trailor on MTV Cribs
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But they say it's too small, not enough coverage
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But I got two bedrooms and a brand new oven
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I'm puffing and I'm pounding, I'm high as a mountain
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You could tell I'm fucked up when you hear my album
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The cadillac boucing I drunk my bitch a thousand
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In the mall balling while you motherfuckers browsing, ha ha
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[Chorus]
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[South Park Mexican]
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This green is so delicious, mom's still bitching
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Why don't you ever listen and rap like a christian
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Mom you know I'm thugging there ain't no fucking hope
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The only time I run is when I'm running dope
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I shake it and I shook it, what you think I'm stupid
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Cause I smoke kill and my dick's fucking crooked
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Well fuck you too, I'ma call my crew
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Pack a 22 if you want some beef stu
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Sipping 80 Proof, chugging duece out the roof
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Stomp a nigga down and wipe his shit off my boot
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I'm at 3-25 if you want more than 50
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But I don't slang wiggy or that Milly Venillie
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I'm strictly moving carpet, on the black market
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Cause hoes talk to pigs like a spider named Charolette
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Valet park it, 600 starship
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Will this be cash, naw bitch you could charge it, ha ha
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[Chorus]
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[South Park Mexican]
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I'm smoking on that doja, for my bitch Rosa
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I signed her love poster then she gave me the panocha
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Dopehouse soldier I feel I'm getting closer
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Peace to Faith up in that Atlanta Georgia
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Coopa Cabanna, this song is a jammer
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I like to get drunk and start dancing like Hammer
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Loose dickie sagger, no I'm not a bragger
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Sometimes shave my head like the what Marvin Haggler
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Ya bitch I done had her, my dick gone gag her
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Squeeze her and I grab her, while I creep in a jagger
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Yab-a-dab-a-do it's the Mr. Flinstone
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20 inch chrome aimed straight and hit dome
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Leave my click alone unless you want your shit gone
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No chest no brains and no way to get home
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You want to be hard, I'll freeze your body up
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Five days in the dirt, I'm sure you'll soften up, ha ha yo
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Uchie]
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What I'm talking about, this is Uchie and Filero On the beat ya heard me
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Y'all gone hear from me in a little bit, uh
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And y'all ready for this, I'm going to do a little freestyle
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While everyone is here watching me, uh listen
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[Uchie]
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Hold up, Uchie in the cut
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Coming through the hood with my niggas in the truck
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And away uh from the school and the fools and the nuts
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I'ma tell ya right now we one balling never stuck
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And bitches show me love with some hugs and kisses
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Maybe cause the wheels on my right is 20 inches
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Maybe cause I ducked and some hard hitting lyrics
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Or mabe cause my name is at the top and they wished it
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Cause I come a long way, and I'm here to stay
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That Dopehouse Records til I die or my fame
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We got Screwston sippers they be microphone rippers
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Them creepers and crawlers artists are the hardest
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Throwdest shot callers, bone ass killers
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And if ya ready to go to war we got some throwed ass dealers, I'm out
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Suckaz N Hataz
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South Park Mexican (SPM) |