[Intro: Uchie]
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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% Los
In the club drunk, nah ^!$$% 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 $#&@ed up when you hear my album
The cadillac boucing I drunk my (*##$ a thousand

In the mall balling while you mother$#&@ers browsing, ha ha

[Chorus]


[South Park Mexican]
This green is so delicious, mom's still (*##$ing

Why don't you ever listen and rap like a christian
Mom you know I'm thugging there ain't no $#&@ing 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 $#&@ing crooked
Well $#&@ 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 ^!$$% down and wipe his %#@! 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 (*##$ you could charge it, ha ha


[Chorus]


[South Park Mexican]
I'm smoking on that doja, for my (*##$ 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 (*##$ 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 %#@! 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 ^!$$%s 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 (*##$es 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 $$# killers
And if ya ready to go to war we got some throwed $$# dealers, I'm out