Hi, my Ludacris, and I'm high as giraffe pussy And I'm to the edge, so yo' parents can come push me I curse so much just to get on nerves I got "Actin' a Fool" from the traps to the burbs
My filthy mouth, it won't fight cavities or beat So I shot the tooth fairy and took my old back take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater And make government breathe harder than Darth Vader
the chicken and the beer that makes Luda keep rappin' But no pork on my fork, I don't even pig Latin I go fishin' on my lake, yo' bitch as the bait Plus I eat many MC's, but I don't no weight
The one chief rocka, clean out yo' rap lockers I'm as stiff as a board, more shook than maracas But my ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked I'll clock ya, I'll forward, you fall back
Every that I drop has got more than ten bangers That's cause I'm a shot caller, y'all fools is Yankers Ain't a damn changed but the ice on my chain To get from Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine
Now I roll up torpedoes, get with Rastas For a fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas I own so many jerseys I'm a throwback I hit the cleaners and tell 'em I want a full court
So momma toast your glass while I'm my cash 'Cause every is a smash, I'm hot as a camel's ass The competition never just want to that they lost And that they last about as long as my part in the
From yo' car to a crap game, no one wit' you One of Mini-Me's shoes got sole than you So by the time you figure out why your record spinnin' I'm in the club smokin', with President Clinton
So clear of the long sideburns and goatee They may the mold of the enlarger off me I'll be in another room when I hit from the Not to mention my refrigerator's taller Shaq
So yippie-kay-yay, If you can't swim, don't smoke my I've been lookin' for a woman to put my stamp on But a lot of y'all are mo' up than tampons
So wash all ya sins and stop playin' If God's line is busy you have to two-way him Then catch me in your backyard, croquet And I'm drunk tell them kids, "Drugs are bad, mmm'kay?"
Or watch me swing my at the Roscoe's off Pico Got seven cars, get all my rims at Chrome And people think I'm bad, say "Oooh he's so evil!" 'Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind
But my album's out the store, be on the shelf I heard you masturbate a lot, so keep to yourself these women want a man that stay up and stay strong Like the NBA, you play hard or go home
All that shit that talkin', y'all can pop it to them 'Cause Ludacris will beat you with a prosthetic limb I put my foot so deep in yo' ass you can smell it And yo' breath will turn to Foot Locker repellent
I'm the man, I got far as the eyes can see And I'm in a group, I dough with me, me and me So much money in my jewelry that I'm near sorry So I'm a trade my earrings in, and get a
I buy cars with straight cash, have meetings Donald Trump y'all meet with Honda, no payments for 12 Take a look at yo' and no wonder you so sad Y'all put up more shit than a colostomy bag, fool!