Yeh, ohh!Check me out, look It goes love, hate, pleasure and painFo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the game (what up?)And last album, they don't like me to tell thisDebuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!)That's what they tellin me, switch up your melodyThrough with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers feloniesSo they can lock us up one at a timeBut true writers stay FREE in e'ry one of our linesAnd if you not feelin I'm the cream of the cropI'll KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top!Still you lookin at a man that's financially stableOnly nigga gettin checks cut from four different labelsThat Pillsbury dough, women poke my gutsStill I walk around the streets like I'm broke as FUCKSo if you see me in your town and I appear to be moodyIt's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena bootyMe and Shaka still starvin and lookin for mealsAnd HEADS UP! Ludacris is almost out of his dealI'm over ten million sold, every album is CRACKAnd for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my BACKMad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottomThough I make big money, still handle small problemsThe ramblin at the mouth, I don't PLAY THAT SHITI'm the best and I ain't really got SAY THAT SHIT!

[Ludacris]Back again (that's right) Luda! Ha ha ha ha (Feel this)It gets meaner and meaner each time babyFeelin real good too (holla at 'em man) What up Uncle 'Face!(Yeah)I'm a bull in this industry man (tell 'em)Some would rather run down and get one cow (nah)I think I'd rather walk down and get 'em allYou know what I'm talkin 'bout right? Look [Verse 1]I'm never going nowhere so don't try meMy music sticks in fans veins like an IVFlows poison like Ivy, oh they grimyAlready offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign meRespected highly, HIIII MR. O'REILLYHope all is well, kiss the plantiff and the wifeyDrove through the window, the industry super sized meNow the girls see me and a river's what they cry meI'm on the rise, so many people despise meGot party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!)It's a celebration and everyone should invite meRoll with the crew or meet the bottom of my Nikes (blaow!)Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe meMy whole aura's so MEAN in my white teeNobody light-skinded rapping harder since Ice-TYou disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me! [Chorus]Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)Rappers swearing they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)But I'm coming for they number one spot! (Alright man)Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)I'm coming for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)Keep it going it won't stop! (What you doing man?)I'm comin for that number one spot! [Verse 2]Yes indeed, Ludacris I'm hotter than NevadaReady to break the steering column on your ImpalaIf I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell them hollaIn court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zhaFather, father, and hey I love goldBut can buy anything I want from the records I've soldJacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so coldNeighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolledA pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancakeDrop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sakeI crush mics until my hand breaksThen shag now and shag later until these women can't standstraightThe Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randyI'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+Brush my shoulder and I pop my collarCause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars [Chorus]Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)Rappers swearing they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)But I'm coming for they number one spot! (Alright man)Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)I'm coming for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)Keep it going it won't stop! (What you doin man?)I'm comin for that number one spot! [Verse 3]Causing lyrical disasters, it's the masterMake music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat BastardsThese women trying yo get me out my Pelle PelleThey strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!"Stay on the track, hit the ground running like Flo-JoSent back in time and I've never lost my mojoLadies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girlsLudacris sit down and take over the whole world! [Chorus]Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)I'm coming for that number one spot! (Alright)Rappers swearing they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)But I'm coming' for they number one spot! (Alright man)Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)I'm coming for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)Keep it going it won't stop! (What you doin man?)I'm coming for that number one spot!

Hands up! Hands up!Here's another one!And a - and another one eet eet WHOOP WHOOP!! why you all in my ear?!Talking a whole bunch of shitThat I ain't trying to hear!Get back mothafucker You don't know me like that!(Get back mothafucker)!! You don't know me like that!!)eet eet WHOOP WHOOP!! I ain't playing around!Make one false move I'll take ya downGet back mothafucker! You don't know me like that!(Get back mothafucker!! You don't know me like that!!) WHOO!! S-s-so c'mon c'monDON'T ... get swung on, swung onIt's the knick knack paddywhack, still ride in CadillacsFamily off the street! made my homies put the baggies backStill stacking plaques! (yep!) still action packed! (yep!)And dough!! I keep it flipping like acrobats!That's why I pack a mac, that'll crack 'em backCause on my waist there's more Heat than the Shaq AttackBut I ain't speaking about ballin, ballinJust thinking about brawlin till y'all start bawlinWe all in together now, birds of a feather nowJust bought a plane so we changing the weather nowSo put your brakes on, caps put your capes onOr knock off your block, get dropped and have your face flownCause I'll prove it! scratch off the music!Like hey little stupid! don't make me lose it!! eet eet WHOOP WHOOP!! why you all in my ear?!Talking a whole bunch of shitThat I ain't trying to hear!Get back mothafucker You don't know me like that!(Get back mothafucker)!! You don't know me like that!!)eet eet WHOOP WHOOP!! I ain't playing around!Make one false move I'll take ya downGet back mothafucker! You don't know me like that!(Get back mothafucker!! You don't know me like that!!) I came (I came) I saw (I saw)I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (in the jaw)I came (I came) I saw (I saw)I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (in the jaw)I came (I came) I saw (I saw)I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (in the jaw)I came (I came) I saw (I saw)I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (in the jaw) See I caught 'em wit a right hook, caught 'em wit a jabCaught 'em wit an uppercut, kicked 'em in his assSent him on his way cause I ain't for that talk!No trips to the county, I ain't for that walk!We split like two pins at the end of a laneWe'll knock out your spotlight and put an end to your famePut a DTP pendant at the end of yo chainThen put the booty of a Swisha at the end of a flame eet eet WHOOP WHOOP!! why you all in my ear?!Talking a whole bunch of shitThat I ain't trying to hear!Get back mothafucker You don't know me like that!(Get back mothafucker)!! You don't know me like that!!)eet eet WHOOP WHOOP!! I ain't playing around!Make one false move I'll take ya downGet back mothafucker! You don't know me like that!(Get back mothafucker!! You don't know me like that!!) HEY! You want WHAT wit me?!I'm a tell you one time, don't FUCK wit me!GET DOWN! Cause I ain't got nothing to loseI'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you!You want WHAT wit me?!I'm a tell you one time, don't FUCK wit me!GET DOWN! Cause I ain't got nothing to loseAnd I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you! Man! Cause I don't wanna do thatI want to have a good time and enjoy my JackSit back and watch the women get drunk as hellSo I can wake up in the morning wit a story to tellI know it's been a lil while since I been out the house!But now I'm here, you wanna stand around running your mouth?!I can't hear nothing you saying or spitting, so whats up!Don't you see we in the club?! Man shut the fuck up!! eet eet WHOOP WHOOP!! why you all in my ear?!Talking a whole bunch of shitThat I ain't trying to hear!Get back mothafucker You don't know me like that!(Get back mothafucker)!! You don't know me like that!!)eet eet WHOOP WHOOP!! I ain't playing around!Make one false move I'll take ya downGet back mothafucker! You don't know me like that!(Get back mothafucker!! You don't know me like that!!) Ah! We in the Red Light District!!Ah! We in the Red Light District!!WHOO!! We in the Red Light District!!Ah! We in the Red Light District!!WHOO!! We in the Red Light District!!WHOO!! The Red Light District!!WHOO!! The Red Light District!!Ah, we in The Red Light District

(feat. DMX) [dice rolling][DMX] Grrrrrrrr.. [Chorus 2X: Ludacris] + (DMX)Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK)Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is)Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK)Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is) [Ludacris]Let it rush through your veins, cause I'ma be the oneto step up and put a hundred thousand dollars on the gameGot a pocket full of change and they C-note stacksBustin dominoes, spades, cee-lo, crapsWe shootin pool at the Luda-plex; I slap a hundred on the tablejust to see if any fools wanna do it nextI got games galore, I got game for sureAnd when I win I spit game to whores (yep)Or double it back, I'll double the stacksThrow a dub, a big face or double the stack (boy)And we can 'bout anything that you wanna doBut come up short and OH THE THANGS that the gun'll doThrow in the towel cause I'm makin 'em sweatOr put your house on the line and I can cover the betSo hurry up and come get some, if you want someYou know the phrase - scared money don't make none! [Chorus] [Ludacris]Throw some money on the books, cause I know how to call 'emSomebody tell my fam I got a gamblin problemI don't know when to STOP, maybe when somebody'sdrug away by the COPS, or when I'm blowin steamCountin green in the DROP, because whether legal or illegalall my people bring the strength to the blockYessir, I thought you knew it, we locoWe'll bet on anything, just to see if anybody's gon' do itIt's people livin they LIFE comin up off changeAnd hustlers payin they bills comin up off gamesWhether it's Madden or it's Live, tell 'em pick up the sticksThey call me Mr. Put-Down-Two-And-Pick-Up-SixThen walk away with a clean slate; catch me out in A.C.Callin yo' bluff with Puff eatin cheesecakeSo all my ramblers, runners and money scramblersPut your drinks up to all compulsive gamblers [Chorus] [Ludacris]I'm up in Vegas with a stack of black chipsBreakin the whole casino and doin backflips, manCameras eyein us, sidebetters tryin usThe more chips we stack, the more drinks they buyin usTryin to get me off my grind, but it won't workCause I can drink a fifth of gin and it don't hurtI'm still breakin 'em, and dice still shakin 'emI'll step in any place, just ask X what I say to 'em [Chorus - 2X]

(feat. Sleepy Brown) [Luda] Yeah, Um, I think ima try somthin that i aint, that i aint neva did before on this one, lets go [Hook]Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher) Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fireGet ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher) Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire [Luda] Got a lil bit of Blueberry Yum Yum and I neva would of thought that they could eva taste this gooooooodThank God for the man who put it in my hooooooodIts got me singin melodies I neva thought i woooouuuuldIm feelin sorry for the homies that be smokin woooodChop Chop, break it down for a playa like me me me me meIm bout to find me a women that skeet skeet skeet skeetIma keep smokin till i reach my peak peak peak peakOr till im stuck and my body feel weak weak weak weak weakheaded down to the doungeon woundren, if they got, some mooreand if they dont then ima have ta settle for some drooooand it just aint cool cuz I dont have ta, ima have ta goooooand continue on my mission fishin for tha Yum Yum but im movin sloooo [Hook]Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher) Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fireGet ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher) Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire [Luda]Yess, fire fire got me so tired ima stop drop and rooooooolllPut a wet towel under the doooooooorDont pass it I cant take it no moooooreSomebody take a trip down to the stoooooorehurry please cus i need some snacks snacks snacks snacksand how long will it take to get back back back backYes indeed ima lil off track track track track trackOff this weed and im full of that yac yac yac yac yacGet on in that stinkin Lincoln crank it up and riiiiideand it aint enuff room to fit the other chicks insideIm so hungry wit tha munchies ima eat everyting insiiiiiideMe and my blueberrys together and everythings all right [Hook]Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher) Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fireGet ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher) Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire [Luda]Get the propane, rollin things and lets blow this place uuuuuupYou already know whats uuupI mighta had to pay some extra buuuuuucksBut I really dont give a fuuuuuckCuz a brotha feels great great great great greatBut im barely awake wake wake wake wakeAll bent outa shape shape shape shape shapeSo stomp on ya brake brake brake brake brakeIf u token good, then all my smokas, let me see ya flamesDont know what ya got but my bag will, put yo stuff, ta shameAll tha different kinds of otha flavors, they dont mean a thingYou cant compare it dont stare cuz i got the ultimate Mary Jane [Hook]Get ya lighters roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher) Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fireGet ya lighters roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher) Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire

(feat. Nate Dogg) [Chorus 2X: Nate Dogg]It's gonna get in ya, child of the night.. and the hood rolls onHow do I begin to, do this shit right.. get my hustle on [Ludacris]Look here!Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my wordBut on my path to see the light sometimes my vision gets blurredIt's all a part of growin up and seein life at it's worstThen tryin to iron out my wrinkles, puttin family firstIt seems like the whole world is out for sinkin my boatBut with God as my navigator I'll be stayin afloatAnd I admit to bein caught by many foolish distractionsThen I'm forced to pay the price as the result of my actionsI'm battlin with MYSELF and every DAY it's a warCuriosity killed the cat, why am I Curious George?Gotta keep my nose up outta thangs that ain't none of my bizAnd just cause somethin looks don't really mean that it isGet through the agony and anger, the pain and strifeAnd take the necessary steps to try to change my lifeI got some questions for you Lord cause my mentality's hoodSo why is everything that's bad for me feel so good? [Chorus] [Ludacris]Now I'm a only child, so excuse some of my selfish waysI got spoiled when I was young, spoil myself todayOh but I feed at least a thousand stomachs and how I've done itis from the ground up a hundred miles and runninDodgin and duckin everybody tryin to hammer me downA self-made millionaire, baby look at me nowCan't tell me nothin still hungry as the day I beganCause all I ever really needed was a pen in my handAnd a, pad in my lap, didn't matter in factMe and my momma lived in one room, and what's badder than thatwas a young man forced to grow up at the age of 12Tryin to get in where I fit, streets givin me hellBut yet I give it right - back, so how you like - thatContinue doin wrong 'til I was on the right - trackTell me 'bout heavy money I might give it a PUSHBut a, bird in the hand is worth two in the bushCome on [Chorus] [Ludacris]No matter how much older we get man, we all still children at heartWe all make mistakes, it's all good Now I've tried plenty of times to get rid of my bad habitsLivin life on the cuttin edge, takin a stab at itAnd learnin from my mistakes, try not to make 'em twiceJust admittin when I'm wrong, tryin hard to make it rightAnd baby, nobody's perfect in this world of oursThere's plenty people gettin stitches in this world of scarsBut over time, pray to God that he can heal your woundsTry to love and love again until they seal your tombCause life is short if you don't know this it'll pass you byThat's why my head is in the clouds tryin to pass the skyNever blinkin for a minute, keep my eyes on my foesThey wanna catch me in the open, bring my life to a closeMeanwhile that's why I'm bringin so much life to my showsI've seen smiles I'm makin changes turnin glitter to goldDon't let these devils play you down or belittle your soulJust be happy with yo'self and it's so simple to growCome on [Chorus - to fade w/ ad libs]

What upay shawty what it isWhat upay shawty what it isWhat upay shawty what it is (Chorus X 2)Little buddy what you wantsum violent shitTwo steppin layd back still wild n shitWhat up... hey baby i got the potionTake a sip of this and put your back in motion Man im like a needle in a haystack, so face thatGo back to the drawin board connect dot but cant trace thatMatter fact erase thatCuz on this base track get your face slappedand im straight so dont chase thattry somethin different n shitso listen n shitspeakin about what hip-hop is missin n shitIm about to fill a voidLudacris born in Illinious, raise in AtlantaTote hammers since I was a little boyAint nobody like me, say they wanna bite meFight me, step to me now but it aint like mePeople swear they sight meJust cuz hes light skinned with braids in his hairdont mean that nigga look like me'Trick get your mind right, livin in the lime lifeSo picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a klondikeBar, bar, hardyhar, tell your momma im a Ghetto Superstar (Chorus X 2) Only stand 5 '8, but still a big shotPlus i got a big Clean every day, stay fresher then whats in a zip-lockTell your man to kick rocks, when i make my pit stopsIm in, then its hard to get me out like im a slipnotWanna be a leader and not, no not a followerOnly hang with chicks that got more twist then OliverNot much of a hollara but i like to borrow her lipsBringin out the best in me, specially if shes a swollowaFreaky deaky yellow man, and im sayin hello manTo all the lovely ladies that like to jiggle like jello manBiger booty, small waist, put em' in a small placeAnd if aint no ass where I'm at then im in the wrong placeBail like a bondsman, but keep em dancinGot pop potential stay black like Bob JohnsonWho the hell is that in that fancy carTell your momma im a Ghetto Superstar (Chorus X 2) Jump Down turn around pick a pail of cottonJump down turn around pick a pail of hayOhh lordy pick a pail of cottonOhh lordy pick a pail of hay( X 2 ) Still workin like a slave learnin tricks of the tradeIn a ghetto state of mind say im rich and im paidPickin records like cotton in the thick of the dayTill im spoiled and im rotten in a sinister wayLife no different then those all minimum wageMore money but still locked in a similar cageEither losers of tomorrow, or we winners todayNow just that and theres really nothin missin to say but (Chorus X 2)Little buddy what you wantsum violent shitTwo steppin layd back still wild n shitWhat up... hey baby i got the potionTake a sip of this and put your back in motion

[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out!I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out!So if you with me and you tipsy throw your fist up!If you got diamonds and they shinin throw your wrist up! [Ludacris]Hey heyIt's Luda Luda get it right I'm Mr. Money MachineAnd I'm steady lookin for two women I can come in betweenYou can catch me chillin up in the cut but I'm always ready for ac-tionI'm stunt, like Jackie Chan and lay low, like Reebie Jack-sonMa-xin and rela-xin, haters, do they really wanna test me mannnnI got an arsenal waitin, do they really wanna catch me mannnnNo, I, don't, think, soI've, got killers on the pay-roll if there's a, problem then say-soI, make dough until there's none leftI run with plenty gangs that's holdin thangsand rearrange your frame in one breathSo to keep on breathin I suggest you take this beatin'Tis the season for bleedin and we've been lookin for a reason [Chorus] [Ludacris]Hey heyCome holla at me, I'm a star, I got the hood on smashYou know me! My whole car smell like a woodshop classI point 'em out like her, her, that girl with the mouthplus you and your friendsLet me show you some whips that don't come out 'til the year of 2010So I'm flockin 'em in, 'til the droptop is rockin againBoy I got it locked, if you think not, then you'll get popped in the chinAnd I'm clockin these ends, my record sales are blockin 'em inGotta thank those blessed to walk the streets to those that's locked in the penMy entourage is game faces, mean muggin, mean mugginNow the media is convinced that we thuggin, we thugginMomma told me grow up to be somethin, be somethinI went diamond with this album so we buckin, we buckin [Chorus] [Ludacris]I'm so far ahead it's only RIGHT for you to hate on me mayneWhen I'm pushin 90 by myself up in the H.O.B. laneThey tryin to figure how many mo' women that I can take on my planeBein one of the few rappers responsible for changin the gameNow desperate artists tryin to sue but they just makin some claimsCan't get in the spotlight for NOTHIN and it just makes 'em insaneThat's why some of the niggaz resort right back to bakin that 'caineAnd sellin it off to junky monkeys who keep bakin they brainAs they grow older they'll be feelin a lot of achin and painSo right at the head they might as well just be aimin that thangAnd you ain't helpin the process out by always cakin these damesBut it is hard givin up the place where they be shakin they thangs [Chorus]

[Ludacris] You might as well put that down; we on our way to Cali to get some real dough![Girl] Hello?[Ludacris] What's up, girl?[Girl] What's up, baby? I miss you.[Ludacris] I know. [Girl] When you coming out here?[Man] Who the FUCK is dat?[Girl] Aw, damn...[Man]I don't play that shit![Girl] Ow![Man] Get off this goddamn phone! Nigga, who the fuck is this? I'm an OG, nigga [Ludacris] What's up, nigga? This is Luda. [Man] Luda-Who, nigga?[Ludacris] Luda.[Man] Luda.. Luda... Ludacris?[Ludacris] Y-Y-Yeah, nigga.[Man] Aw, snap! A'ight, man, how you know my girl? Man, I got all yo' albums! Back For The FirstTime. Man, you know what I'm sayin'! I even got Incock Negro, man! Aw, man, my bad, baby, get up off thefloor. You didn't tell me it was Luda. Ain't that a bitch. My girl fuckin' Luda...[Girl] H-H-Hello?[Ludacris] Yeah. I'ma call you back.

(feat. DJ Quik) [Quik] Gotta keep it a secret (woo!)[Luda] Ay man let me ask you somethin man[Luda] You ever have one of them days where you felt like[Luda] you mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life?[Luda] Y'knahmean like you just got your paycheck[Luda] Paid off a car note or somethin[Luda] Just jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muh'fucka[Luda] Witcha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkinbout?[Quik] You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note?[Luda] Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party[Luda] Like call e'rybody you know, don't even plan it, just do it[Quik] In Compton we call that "spur of the moment"[Luda] Well let's do it, spur of the moment, whattup? [Ludacris]Well you can bring the drinks a little mo' my wayMore I say, on another hot sunny Cali-for-nye dayJust touched down, called up my 8-1-8fo' a date with some other bust downsAnd I cruised up the block, car losed up the topI take the breeze, quick break the treesFeel good as we flippin through the Robb Repo'tMy baby momma ain't trippin on child suppo't [DJ Quik]Because she can't support that garbage, she should come pay homageWhen we pair 'em, we gon' share 'em, when I'm finished we all switchI ain't really got the time, yo I'm chillin with Luda--cris stop and twist the buddha got me feelin like this is itIf we gon' party, we gon' sip, we got a barWe all in shape, we gon' go far, you can't stop the carWe on the freeway, if you get out you burntYou woulda thought you woulda learned me when my hair was all permedI think y'all bullshittin with it dawg [Chorus]It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight[KJ] And for once in my life everything's gonna be alrightG'd up, my mind is freed up[KJ] From the day through the night everything's gonna be alright [DJ Quik]Arabian Spruce, Seagram's bumpy and juiceWe used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get looseNot the kind of cats that would jump in your bag for your jewelsBut to put some money in it for your drink and your shoesWe get the News like MTV, every ten to the hourWe play Mario Brothers, we eat the 'shroom and get powerNow eat your sour powers, and use your dental flossWhat does bein mental cost? If you ain't knowin you already lost [Ludacris]So stay with me, and let's get tipsyRememberin the days on the block sippin whiskeyRunnin 'round grinnin, runnin 'round sinninGettin lit, then I wonder why my head kept spinninBut I'm all grown up now, less throwin up nowRecord blowed up, so my hood throwed upNow let's break loose cause your boy's aroundAnd tonight we gon' celebrate bein alive riiiiight [Chorus] [Ludacris]It's just one of those days, without a care in the worldYou ain't gotta look mean, I know you care for your girlBut she's lookin this way and I'm gonna come get herFresh haircut, so I'm feelin quite kipperCan't nothin go wrong cause my strap's on my backAnd if fools wanna scrap then my tool will attackBut forget the click-clack, ain't no need for the steelJust a straight house party and some meat on the grill [DJ Quik]If it's Los Angeles, watch a boss handle bizI'ma put this on my kids, stupid it's an outfitIf you ain't been around the world keep yo' mouth zippedCause I do {?} elevationYou see I'm not normal and I'm not a homoI'm mo' apt to shoot a porno with you in cornrowsAnd call it "More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume 6"And show it in the back of my truck, at the picnic [Chorus - repeat 2X]