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[Intro] - Yeah come see this nigga come see this ol` light-skinned motherfucker I seen him and I`m addicted Disturbin Tha Piece is the click Please tell these fake-ass niggaz who you are
[Ludacris] I be dat nigga named Luda` Alert Alert! It`s the ATLlien intruder College Park waterboy, spit in the c-cooler I +Jam+ till they +Def+, they call me Slick Dick Da Ruler Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed Keep yo` eyes closed, `bow blows, come on out dem clothes hos Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po And I chose, to be dat numba one contender Southern offender, fuckin up ya whole agenda When I walk you try to run, when I run you try to hide You skate at the snap of my fingers call me +Golden Glide+ Its you and I, Do or Die, who am I? I got a pocket full of +Family Stone+, cats think I`m +Sly+ Ohh why try? You one of dem niggaz that like to cheat death And I`m one of dem niggaz that rip out Excursions til there`s no seats left You shit out wheat chex, and fart out deep breaths While we toss darts at the bottom of y`all v-necks
[Skit] - Who, that nigga `Cris? Aw dat nigga is aight Dat nigga can`t fuck wit me though! Let me get on the mic Nigga, who the fuck are you nigga?
[Ludacris] I be dat nigga Bronze Bridges Playaz wanna ball but go on strike cause of my pitches They think I want they be-itches But I don`t want no pigeons yet pigeons can scrub my dishes And y`all don`t want no scrubs til y`all pull out y`all extensions Y`all in school detention that`ll neva come out Man I`ll cut yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo` mouth Cause we da shit in the South, they know what I`m talkin bout You see we Jack and we Daniels, y`all Earl and Ralph 4-Ize twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames Not even Joshua can come to +War+ wit dese +Games+ These bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns You all wet behind the ears but its a drought in ya brain and that`s the simple and plain mayne, three w dot shhhh (Man that dude Luder`s got some hotter than hot shhh) Well sh-sh-sh-shut the fuck up Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut the fuck up
[Skit] - Hold on man, hold on lil buddy Y`all talkin bout shorty man? Shorty up at da radio station? Shorty be poppin man? Let the name be known who y`all talkin bout
[Ludacris] I be dat nigga da +Lova Lova+ I`m nastier than thinkin about yo` parents sex each other No glove, no love, betta tell yo` dick to run for cover So when lightnin strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers if you know what I mean! Not everybody`s Mr and Mrs. Clean Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams Girls "backin dey ass up" now they +400 Degreez+, ha Hot girl, tryin to give to niggaz up on the block girl Have you screamin "STOP GIRL!" I rock worlds with my nine inch Louisville slugga Still wonder why they call me Lova Lova? Self-explanitorium, ass-valedictorian I bring `em "Back to the Future" like a `85 Delorean The Luda drug emporium, ON the counter prescriptions You like my diction and my doctor/nurse convention I place the stethoscope quite close to yo tittie and have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly
[Ludacris] See me, see me ha ha ha CEO, D.T.P. Infamous 2-0, Fate Forsta 4-ize-zy, Shondrez-zy on da beat Playa Circle to ya boy, College Park nigga Virgo nigga, what wha? ahh ahh ahh....
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