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

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

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

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

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 nigga bridges
Playaz wanna or go on strike 'cause of my pitches
think I want they bitches
But I don't no pigeons
Yet pigeons can my dishes
And y'all don't want no till y'all pull out y'all extensions

Y'all in 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 what I'm talkin' 'bout
You see we and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph
4-ize twirl it out, it dry and tend it to flames
Not even 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 dude got some hotter than hot shh)
Well da fuck up
Before you get da fuck up

on man
Hold on lil
Y'all '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 nastier than thinkin' about yo' sex each other
No glove, no love, betta tell yo dick to run for
So when lightening strikes, you can be on a few rubbers
If you what I mean
Not is Mr and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
backin' dey ass up now they 400 degrees ha

Hot girl, tryin' to give to up on da block girl
Have you "Stop girl"
I rock worlds my 9 inch louieville 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 nurse convention
I put da quite 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
park nigga
Virgo nigga, wha
Ahh ahh ahh