What up, ay what it is What up, ay shawty it is What up, ay what it is
Little buddy what you on, some shit Two steppin' laid back, wylin' shit What up, hey baby I got the Take a sip of and put yo back in motion
Little buddy you on, some violent shit Two steppin' back, still wylin' shit What up, hey I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo in motion
Man I'm like a needle in a haystack, so that Go back to the board connect dot but cant trace that Matter fact erase that 'cuz on this track get your face slapped And I'm straight so chase that
Try somethin' n shit, so listen n shit Speakin' about what is missin' n shit I'm about to a void Ludacris in Illinois, raised in Atlanta Tote hammers I was a little boy
Ain't nobody like me, say they wanna me Fight me, step to me now but it ain't me People they sight me Just 'cuz hes light skinned with in his hair Don't mean nigga look like me'
Trick get your mind right, livin' in the lime So picture they'll do for my Jimmy and a Klondike Bar, bar, hardyhar, tell your momma I'm a Ghetto
Little buddy what you on, some shit Two steppin' laid back, still shit up, hey baby 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 a sip of this and put your back in motion
Only stand 5 '8, but a big shot Plus I got a big Clean day, stay fresher then whats in a zip-lock Tell your man to kick rocks, when I make my pit
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 chicks that got more twist then Oliver Not of a hollara but I like to borrow her lips Bringin' out the best in me, specially if shes a
Freaky deaky yellow man, and I'm hello man To all the lovely ladies that like to jiggle jello man Bigger booty, waist, put em' in a small place And if ain't no ass where I'm at I'm in the wrong place
Bail like a bondsman, but keep em Got pop potential stay like Bob Johnson Who the hell is that in fancy car Tell your momma I'm a Ghetto
Little buddy you on, some violent shit Two steppin' laid back, wylin' shit What up, hey baby I got the Take a sip of and put yo back in motion
buddy what you on, some violent shit Two steppin' laid back, still wylin' What up, hey baby I got the Take a sip of and put yo back in motion
Jump down around pick a bale of cotton Jump turn around pick a bale a hay Ohh Lordy pick a pail of Ohh Lordy a pail of hay
Jump down turn around pick a of cotton Jump turn around pick a bale a hay Ohh pick a pail of cotton Ohh pick a pail of hay
Still workin' like a slave tricks of the trade In a ghetto state of say I'm rich and I'm paid Pickin' records like cotton in the of the day Till I'm and I'm rotten in a sinister way
Life no different then all minimum wage More money but still locked in a cage losers of tomorrow, or we winners today Now just that and there's really missin' to say but
Little buddy what you on, violent shit Two steppin' laid back, still wylin' What up, hey baby I got the a sip of this and put yo back in motion
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