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

I be dat nigga Luda'
Alert alert it's the atllien
College park boy, spittin' in tha c-cooler
I jam till they deaf, they call me dick da ruler
indeed, keep ya eyes closed
'Bow blows, come out dem hoe
Low pros, low bows, out for the po-po
And I chose, to be dat numba one contender, offender
Fuckin' up ya agenda

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

Oh why try, you one of dem niggaz like to cheat death
And I'm one of dem that rip up excursions
Til is no seats left
You shit out wheat chex and fart out deep
While we toss darts at the bottom of V-necks

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

I be dat nigga bridges
Playaz wanna ball or go on strike 'cause of my
They think I want they
But I want no pigeons
Yet pigeons can my dishes
And y'all don't want no scrubs till y'all pull out y'all

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

These niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da but its a drought in ya brain
And tha simple and plain man
W dot shh
(Man dat lauder's got some hotter than hot shh)
sh-sh-shut da fuck up
Before you get da fuck up

on man
Hold on lil
talkin' 'bout shorty man
Shorty up at da station man?
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 when lightening strikes, you can be on a few rubbers
If you what I mean
Not everybody is Mr and Mrs.
Some get burnt like Kruger, sweat dreams
Girls backin' dey ass up now 400 degrees ha

Hot girl, tryin' to give to niggaz up on da block
you screamin' "Stop girl"
I rock worlds with my 9 inch 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 counter
You like my
And my doctor nurse
I put da quite close to yo tittie
Have yo checks 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
Playa to ya boy
College park
Virgo nigga, wha
Ahh ahh ahh