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Suckaz N Hataz Lyrics - Reveille Park - South Park

(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) 

 

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(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 f**ked up when you hear my album 

The cadillac boucing I drunk my bitch a thousand 

In the mall balling while you motherf**kers browsing, ha ha 

 

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(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 f**king 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 f**king crooked 

Well f**k 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 

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