What up, ay what it is What up, ay what it is What up, ay shawty it is
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
buddy what 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 back in
Man I'm like a needle in a haystack, so face Go back to the drawin' board connect dot but trace that Matter fact erase that 'cuz on this base track get face slapped And I'm straight so don't that
Try somethin' n shit, so listen n shit Speakin' about hip-hop is missin' n shit I'm to fill a void Ludacris born in Illinois, raised in hammers since I was a little boy
Ain't like me, say they wanna bite me me, step to me now but it ain't like me People swear they me Just 'cuz hes skinned with braids in his hair Don't mean nigga look like me'
Trick get mind right, livin' in the lime life So what they'll do for my Jimmy and a Klondike Bar, bar, hardyhar, tell your I'm a Ghetto Superstar
Little buddy 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 you on, some violent shit Two steppin' laid back, wylin' shit up, hey baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put back in motion
Only 5 '8, but still a big shot I got a big cock Clean day, stay fresher then whats in a zip-lock your man to kick rocks, when I make my pit stops
I'm in, its hard to get me out like I'm a slipnot Wanna be a and not, no not a follower Only hang with chicks that got more then Oliver Not much of a hollara but I like to borrow her Bringin' out the best in me, if shes a swollowa
Freaky deaky man, and I'm sayin' hello man To all the lovely ladies that to jiggle like jello man Bigger booty, small waist, put em' in a 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 like Bob Johnson Who the is that in that fancy car Tell momma I'm a Ghetto Superstar
Little buddy what you on, violent shit Two laid back, still wylin' shit What up, hey baby I got the Take a sip of and put yo back in motion
Little buddy what you on, some shit Two steppin' laid back, wylin' shit What up, hey I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo in motion
down turn around pick a bale of cotton Jump down turn around a bale a hay Ohh Lordy pick a of cotton Ohh Lordy a pail of hay
down turn around pick a bale of cotton Jump down turn around a bale a hay Ohh pick a pail of cotton Ohh Lordy pick a of hay
Still workin' like a slave tricks of the trade In a state of mind say I'm rich and I'm paid Pickin' records like cotton in the of the day I'm spoiled and I'm rotten in a sinister way
Life no different then those all minimum More money but locked in a similar cage Either 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' laid back, wylin' shit What up, hey I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo in motion
Little buddy what you on, violent shit Two steppin' back, still wylin' shit up, hey baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo in motion