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

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

I walk you try to run
When I run you try to
You skated the snap of my
me golden 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 like to cheat death
And I'm one of dem that rip up excursions
Til is no seats left
You shit out chex and fart out deep breaths
While we darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks

Dat cries?
Oh dat nigga is
Dat nigga can't fuck wit me
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 I want they bitches
But I want no pigeons
Yet can scrub my dishes
And y'all want no scrubs till y'all pull out y'all extensions

in school detention that'll Neva come out
Man I'll catch yo Achilles 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, y'all and Ralph
twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not Joshua can come to war wit dis games

bitch niggaz 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 than hot shh)
sh-sh-shut da fuck up
Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut da up

on man
Hold on lil
talkin' 'bout shorty man
Shorty up at da radio station
Shorty be man?
Man, let the name be
Who y'all 'bout

I be dat nigga dat lova
I'm than thinkin' about 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 is Mr and Mrs. Clean
get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
Girls backin' dey ass up now 400 degrees ha

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

Da Luda drug
On da prescription
You my diction
And my doctor nurse
I put da stethoscope close to yo tittie
yo butt 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 nigga
Virgo nigga, wha
Ahh ahh ahh