Suckaz N Hataz

It's for real, they want to know why all these haters

is talking about me

and talking nonsense, This is Uchie with my man

Filero

Dopehouse Records, Shut Em Down, listen to this

[Chorus: JC & (Uchie)]

And we want to know why these haters keep playing with

me oh yah

(Hey and we want to know why these suckers they talk

about me)

And we want to know why these haters keep playing with

me oh no

(Listen, and we want to know why these haters keep

playing with me)

[South Park Mexican]

I'ma smoke kill, I'ma do what I can

I'ma help them find that nigga up in Afghanistan

I represent the hood, Benz what I push

Just bought a house right next to George Bush

In River Oaks, it's the nigga Los

In the club drunk, nah nigga I'm fin to go

In my 64 candy what Impala

Fall to my knees and give all praise to Allah

Still I blow big and I don't like pigs

I'm trying to put my trailor on MTV Cribs

But they say it's too small, not enough coverage

But I got two bedrooms and a brand new oven

I'm puffing and I'm pounding, I'm high as a mountain

You could tell I'm fucked up when you hear my album

The cadillac boucing I drunk my bitch a thousand

In the mall balling while you motherfuckers browsing,

ha ha

[Chorus]

[South Park Mexican]

This green is so delicious, mom's still bitching

Why don't you ever listen and rap like a christian

Mom you know I'm thugging there ain't no fucking hope

The only time I run is when I'm running dope

I shake it and I shook it, what you think I'm stupid

Cause I smoke kill and my dick's fucking crooked

Well fuck you too, I'ma call my crew

Pack a 22 if you want some beef stu

Sipping 80 Proof, chugging duece out the roof

Stomp a nigga down and wipe his shit off my boot

I'm at 3-25 if you want more than 50

But I don't slang wiggy or that Milly Venillie

I'm strictly moving carpet, on the black market

Cause hoes talk to pigs like a spider named

Charolette

Valet park it, 600 starship

Will this be cash, naw bitch you could charge it, ha

ha

[Chorus]

[South Park Mexican]

I'm smoking on that doja, for my bitch Rosa

I signed her love poster then she gave me the panocha

Dopehouse soldier I feel I'm getting closer

Peace to Faith up in that Atlanta Georgia

Coopa Cabanna, this song is a jammer

I like to get drunk and start dancing like Hammer

Loose dickie sagger, no I'm not a bragger

Sometimes shave my head like the what Marvin Haggler

Ya bitch I done had her, my dick gone gag her

Squeeze her and I grab her, while I creep in a jagger

Yab-a-dab-a-do it's the Mr. Flinstone

20 inch chrome aimed straight and hit dome

Leave my click alone unless you want your shit gone

No chest no brains and no way to get home

You want to be hard, I'll freeze your body up

Five days in the dirt, I'm sure you'll soften up, ha

ha yo

[Chorus]

[Outro: Uchie]

What I'm talking about, this is Uchie and Filero On

the beat ya heard me

Y'all gone hear from me in a little bit, uh

And y'all ready for this, I'm going to do a little

freestyle

While everyone is here watching me, uh listen

[Uchie]

Hold up, Uchie in the cut

Coming through the hood with my niggas in the truck

And away uh from the school and the fools and the

nuts

I'ma tell ya right now we one balling never stuck

And bitches show me love with some hugs and kisses

Maybe cause the wheels on my right is 20 inches

Maybe cause I ducked and some hard hitting lyrics

Or mabe cause my name is at the top and they wished

it

Cause I come a long way, and I'm here to stay

That Dopehouse Records til I die or my fame

We got Screwston sippers they be microphone rippers

Them creepers and crawlers artists are the hardest

Throwdest shot callers, bone ass killers

And if ya ready to go to war we got some throwed ass

dealers, I'm out