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Little buddy what you on, some shit Two steppin' laid back, still shit What up, hey I got the potion a sip of this and put yo back in motion
Little what you on, some violent shit Two steppin' laid back, still shit up, hey baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo in motion
Man I'm like a in a haystack, so face that Go back to the drawin' board connect dot but cant trace Matter erase that 'cuz on this base track get your face slapped And I'm straight so chase that
Try somethin' different n shit, so listen n about what hip-hop is missin' n shit I'm about to fill a Ludacris born in Illinois, raised in hammers since I was a little boy
Ain't nobody like me, say they bite me Fight me, to me now but it ain't like me People swear they me Just 'cuz hes light skinned with braids in his Don't mean that nigga look 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 what you on, some violent shit Two steppin' laid back, wylin' shit What up, hey I got the potion Take a sip of and put yo back in motion
Little buddy what you on, some violent Two steppin' laid back, still shit What up, hey baby I got the Take a sip of and put your back in motion
Only stand 5 '8, but a big shot I got a big cock Clean every day, stay fresher then whats in a Tell your man to rocks, when I make my pit stops
I'm in, its hard to get me out like I'm a slipnot Wanna be a leader and not, no not a Only hang chicks that got more twist then Oliver Not much of a hollara but I like to her lips Bringin' out the in me, specially if shes a swollowa
Freaky deaky yellow man, and I'm sayin' man To all the ladies that like to jiggle like jello man Bigger booty, waist, put em' in a small place And if ain't no ass where I'm at then I'm in the wrong
Bail like a bondsman, but keep em Got pop potential black like Bob Johnson Who the hell is in that fancy car Tell your I'm a Ghetto Superstar
Little buddy what you on, some shit Two laid back, still wylin' shit up, hey baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo in motion
Little buddy you on, some violent shit Two steppin' laid back, still wylin' up, hey baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo in motion
Jump down turn pick a bale of cotton Jump down turn around pick a a hay Ohh Lordy pick a pail of Ohh pick a pail of hay
down turn around pick a bale of cotton Jump down around pick a bale a hay Ohh Lordy pick a pail of Ohh Lordy a pail of hay
Still workin' like a slave tricks of the trade In a ghetto of mind say I'm rich and I'm paid Pickin' records like cotton in the of the day Till I'm spoiled and I'm in a sinister way
Life no then those all minimum wage More money but still locked in a cage Either losers of tomorrow, or we winners Now that and there's really nothin' missin' to say but
Little buddy you on, some violent shit Two steppin' laid back, wylin' shit What up, hey I got the potion Take a sip of and put yo back in motion
Little buddy what you on, some violent Two steppin' laid back, still shit What up, hey I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo back in