[Chorus: And we gone stay hustling on the block until we And we gone stay showing off that jewelry we bought And we gone stay heated in case in and out of court we some gangstas, I don't know what the fuck you thought
[Verse Ludacris] Sometimes I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter 'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a cage And you could look to the and the right, but I'm trapped on center stage And I rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my wage I hear a pull and I track 'em, and strack 'em, and whack 'em a nigga for the day to days and I yak 'em, attack 'em, and sack 'em Get a weapon and I crack his brain I'm hustler, baller, pro And it be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes But I'm a pimp at night so talk shit and I'm gonna lift 'em up off of toes With a street regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's In the two seater, Ludacris and with bags of 'dro Smoking and choking, get 'em up and so potent, I'm hoping to keep on floating Soaking wet and you can bet, I'm high I'm seeing lions, and tigers and - oh my! And I hide it and keep it hidden, good riddance of feeling good I'm weapon-concealing, stealing my Would, could, and break a nigga off They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my and (cough) the vapors and I caught the drawn, brain blown, honey I'm home Give me the microphone, and is like, "leave me alone!"
[Verse Twista] it up if you get high, get blowed, get drunk If you on what I'm on come on and kick it, let's ride, 'dro, beat the trunk All the bad ass bitches want to party, just shake it, great players get pumped Me and my thugs and in the party, get money, fuck hoes, get crunk (Look out) Put a little bit of and some motherfucking purple haze I it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi got me up and then shit in a rage In the netti with a belly, gucci Timberland stepping on the pedal up in the 'lac to get me for the wood Better get the whole motherfucking 'hood to come and give you back up We can get it and if you want to do it I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that to come at this If they ever got some blood for with thugs that I bury My better not want none of Twis' Represent for the city, anybody that with me got into thinking its a And whether you in my and I talk shit I'm going to kill him, if he say my name I've been known to handle my Or I'm gonna stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat Murder that I'm full of Niggaz they wanna bring a baretta they'll be killas Balling out so hard the of my rims grows to a hellafied sight-scene When the dough become no bigger, I'm gonna still that 2003 (Throw it up if you...)