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U Got a Problem?

Yeah come see this nigga

Come see this ol' light skinned mothafucka

I seen him and I'm addicted

Disturbin' tha peace is the click

Please tell these fake ass niggas who you areI be dat nigga named Luda'

Alert alert it's the atllien intruder

College park water boy, spittin' in tha c-cooler

I jam till they deaf, they call me slick dick da ruler

Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed

'Bow blows, come out dem clothes hoe

Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po

And I chose, to be dat numba one contender, southern offender

Fuckin' up ya whole agendaWhen I walk you try to run

When I run you try to hide

You skated the snap of my finger

Call me golden gley

Its you and I, do or die, who am I?

I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm slyOh why try, you one of dem niggaz that like to cheat death

And I'm one of dem niggaz that rip up excursions

Til there is no seats left

You shit out wheat chex and fart out deep breaths

While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necksWho?

Dat nigga cries?

Oh dat nigga is aight

Dat nigga can't fuck wit me thou

Let me get on da mic

Nigga, who da fuck are you niggaI be dat nigga bronze bridges

Playaz wanna ball or go on strike 'cause of my pitches

They think I want they bitches

But I don't want no pigeons

Yet pigeons can scrub my dishes

And y'all don't want no scrubs till y'all pull out y'all extensionsY'all in school detention that'll Neva come out

Man I'll catch yo Achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth

'Cause we da shit in the south, they know what I'm talkin' 'bout

You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph

4-ize twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames

Not even Joshua can come to war wit dis gamesThese bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns

You all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya brain

And dats tha simple and plain man

Three W dot shh

(Man dat dude lauder's got some hotter than hot shh)

Well sh-sh-shut da fuck up

Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut da fuck upHold on man

Hold on lil buddy

Y'all talkin' 'bout shorty man

Shorty up at da radio station man?

Shorty be poppin' man?

Man, let the name be known

Who y'all talkin' 'boutI be dat nigga dat lova lova

I'm nastier than thinkin' about yo' parents sex each other

No glove, no love, betta tell yo dick to run for cover

So when lightening strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers

If you know what I mean

Not everybody is Mr and Mrs. Clean

Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams

Girls backin' dey ass up now they 400 degrees haHot girl, tryin' to give to niggaz up on da block girl

Have you screamin' "Stop girl"

I rock worlds with my 9 inch louieville slugga

Still wonder why they call me lova lova

Self Explainatruim

Ass Valedictorian

I bring 'em back to da future like a '85 DeliriumDa Luda drug emporium

On da counter prescription

You like my diction

And my doctor nurse convention

I put da stethoscope quite close to yo tittie

Have yo butt checks red man like Uncle QuillySee me, see me

Ha ha ha

C E O

D T P

Infamous 2-0

Fate Forsta

4-ize-zy

Shondrez-zy on da beat

Playa Circle to ya boy

College park nigga

Virgo nigga, what wha

Ahh ahh ahh

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