What up, ay what it is up, ay shawty what it is What up, ay shawty it is
Little buddy what you on, some violent 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 shit Two steppin' laid back, still shit What up, hey baby I got the Take a sip of and put yo back in motion
Man I'm a needle in a haystack, so face that Go to the drawin' board connect dot but cant trace that Matter fact erase 'cuz on this base track get your face slapped And I'm straight so don't that
Try somethin' different n shit, so listen n Speakin' about what hip-hop is n shit I'm to fill a void Ludacris in Illinois, raised in Atlanta Tote since I was a little boy
Ain't nobody like me, say they wanna me Fight me, step to me now but it like me People swear they me Just 'cuz hes light with braids in his hair Don't mean that nigga look me'
Trick get your mind right, in the lime life So picture what they'll do for my and a Klondike Bar, bar, hardyhar, tell your I'm a Ghetto Superstar
Little buddy what you on, violent shit Two steppin' laid back, 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' What up, hey baby I got the Take a sip of this and put back in motion
Only stand 5 '8, but a big shot Plus I got a big Clean every day, stay fresher then whats in a your man to kick rocks, when I make my pit stops
I'm in, then its hard to get me out like I'm a be a leader and not, no not a follower Only hang with that got more twist then Oliver Not much of a hollara but I like to borrow her Bringin' out the best in me, specially if shes a
Freaky deaky man, and I'm sayin' hello man To all the lovely ladies that like to 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 place
Bail like a bondsman, but keep em Got pop potential stay black Bob Johnson Who the hell is that in that car Tell momma I'm a Ghetto Superstar
Little what you on, some violent shit Two steppin' laid back, still shit What up, hey baby I got the Take a sip of this and put yo in motion
Little what you on, some violent shit Two steppin' back, still wylin' shit up, hey baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo back in
Jump down turn around pick a of cotton Jump down turn around a bale a hay Ohh Lordy pick a pail of Ohh pick a pail of hay
Jump down turn around pick a of cotton Jump turn around pick a bale a hay Ohh Lordy pick a of cotton Ohh pick 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 records like cotton in the thick of the day Till I'm spoiled and I'm in a sinister way
Life no different then all minimum wage money but still locked in a similar cage Either losers of tomorrow, or we today Now just and there's really nothin' missin' to say but
Little what you on, some violent shit Two steppin' back, still wylin' 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 laid back, still wylin' shit up, hey baby I got the potion Take a sip of and put yo back in motion