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Little buddy you on, some violent shit Two steppin' laid back, still wylin' What up, hey baby I got the Take a sip of this and put yo back in
Little what you on, some violent shit Two steppin' laid back, wylin' shit What up, hey baby I got the Take a sip of this and put yo back in
Man I'm like a needle in a haystack, so face Go back to the drawin' board dot but cant trace that Matter fact erase that 'cuz on this base track get face slapped And I'm straight so chase that
Try somethin' different n shit, so listen n Speakin' about what is missin' n shit I'm to fill a void Ludacris in Illinois, raised in Atlanta hammers since I was a little boy
Ain't like me, say they wanna bite me Fight me, step to me now but it like me People they sight me Just 'cuz hes light with braids in his hair Don't mean that look like me'
Trick get your mind right, in the lime life So picture what do for my Jimmy and a Klondike Bar, bar, hardyhar, tell your momma I'm a Superstar
Little buddy what you on, some violent Two steppin' laid back, still shit What up, hey I got the potion a sip of this and put yo back in motion
Little buddy what you on, some shit Two steppin' laid back, still shit What up, hey baby I got the Take a sip of this and put your back in
Only 5 '8, but still a big shot Plus I got a big Clean every day, stay fresher then in a zip-lock Tell your man to rocks, when I make my pit stops
I'm in, then its hard to get me out I'm a slipnot Wanna be a leader and not, no not a Only hang with chicks that got more twist Oliver Not much of a hollara but I like to borrow her out the best in me, specially if shes a swollowa
Freaky deaky man, and I'm sayin' hello man To all the ladies that like to jiggle like jello man Bigger booty, small waist, put em' in a small And if no ass where I'm at then I'm in the wrong place
Bail like a bondsman, but keep em Got pop potential stay black like Bob Who the is that in that fancy car Tell momma I'm a Ghetto Superstar
Little what you on, some violent shit Two steppin' laid back, still shit What up, hey I got the potion Take a sip of and put yo back in motion
Little buddy what you on, violent shit Two laid back, still wylin' shit What up, hey baby I got the Take a sip of this and put yo in motion
Jump down turn around pick a bale of Jump turn around pick a bale a hay Ohh Lordy a pail of cotton Ohh Lordy a pail of hay
Jump down turn pick a bale of cotton down turn around pick a bale a hay Ohh Lordy pick a of cotton Ohh Lordy pick a of hay
Still workin' like a slave tricks of the trade In a ghetto state of mind say I'm rich and I'm Pickin' records like in the thick of the day Till I'm spoiled and I'm in a sinister way
no different then those all minimum wage More money but locked in a similar cage losers of tomorrow, or we winners today Now just that and there's really nothin' to say but
Little buddy you on, some violent shit Two steppin' back, still wylin' shit What up, hey baby I got the Take a sip of this and put yo in motion
Little buddy what you on, some violent Two steppin' laid back, wylin' shit What up, hey baby I got the Take a sip of this and put yo back in