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Yeah see this nigga
Come see this ol' light mothafucka
I seen him and I'm
Disturbin' tha is the click
Please tell fake ass niggas who you are

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

I walk you try to run
When I run you try to
You skated the snap of my
Call me gley
Its you and I, do or die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of family stones, cats I'm sly

Oh why try, you one of dem niggaz that like to death
And I'm one of dem that rip up excursions
Til there is no seats
You out wheat chex and fart out deep breaths
While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all

Dat nigga
Oh dat nigga is
Dat nigga can't wit me thou
Let me get on da mic
Nigga, who da are you nigga

I be dat bronze bridges
Playaz wanna or go on strike 'cause of my pitches
They think I they bitches
But I don't want no
Yet pigeons can my dishes
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 catch yo Achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
'Cause we da shit in the south, they know what I'm talkin'
You see we Jack and we Daniels, Earl and Ralph
4-ize twirl it out, lick it dry and it to flames
Not even Joshua can come to war wit dis

These bitch is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya
And dats tha simple and man
W dot shh
(Man dat dude lauder's got some hotter hot shh)
Well da fuck up
Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut da up

on man
Hold on lil
Y'all talkin' 'bout man
Shorty up at da radio station
Shorty be poppin'
Man, let the be known
Who y'all talkin'

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

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

Da drug emporium
On da counter
You my diction
And my doctor nurse
I put da stethoscope quite to yo tittie
Have yo butt red man like Uncle Quilly

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

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