One more again head down poppin on a handstand [Hook]Head down booty booty poppinHead down booty booty poppinHead down booty booty poppinHead down booty poppin on a handstand On a handstandOn my american banstandsSummersalts cartwheels ~ just keep on dancingChinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-poleAnd feel this ~ getin outa control-trolOh no keep goin till ~ and me say stoooopLet it kiss the sky and then make it droooopCut and twist if you don't like it you can ~ crisIm rubbin ~ so stay in catch don't try to duck and missDo your stretches don't pull no handspringsYou got me movin infact your doin the damn thangStronger muscles exersize every body your body hurtsLets do this sweatin thank god your bath and body worksI like a woman who makes her own doe don't need a lot of helpBut your heart'll melt if I put a thousand in your garder beltLipgloss traces your pierced in 11 placesAnd your lips down town just made some familiar faces like WOAH! [Hook (x2)] Imma send a chapter to this ~ poppin legacy China be that ~ cant no ~ don't ~ wit meWhen I pop that cris im on that buisnes and bubblyWhen im in that 6 wit 20s spinin on luxuryCuz I got that head gamePickin up that bed frameBut don't get me wrong now shawty gon' let that led hangBetter learn that game shawty Better get yo' man shawtyFoe he endup tamed and be gone all in the brain shawtyThis here be futuristicThis business so explicitThe way I brake it down for you ~ so explicitLet it go now front back watch me drop it like thatShow me where that money atBoy come wit them 100 stacksNow break in wit that ~ poppinThat ~ poppin to the floeAnd got these ~ he wantin moeWit out that doe popi aint nuttin happenCuz that's the show im from the go u get that ~ poppinStopin that ~ dropin GONE [Hook (x2)] Every time we hit the clubWut we need is 50 deepPurple coat and grichi got everybody keedAt the club 7 days a week party be be off in this ~More hight poppin dropin ~ damn shawty who is thisRedbone wit a scorpio tatted on her tummy Im sittin slouched back in the chair stuntin waving moneyAnd shawty start zig zaggin a dariair for meA bowlegged darbreded said her name was strawberryUp ~ pushed in a whole lota want moeReached in my pocket grabbed a G and then threw it on the floeHere u deserve this doe now jump on stage and work the poleFace down ~ up ~ hands on thoseNow pop that ~ you know the procedureIf you want this cash gotta make that ~ shake like a sedgureEither magic or pleasas Find me spending cheese upMaxin out my visaTrickin on stip teasers [Hook (x3)]

Hi, my name's Ludacris and I'm high as girrafes (yeah)And im close to the edge so your parents can come push meI curse so much just to get on they nervesI got kids actin a fool from the traps to the birbsMy filthy mouf it wont fight cavities or beat plaqueSo i shot the tooth fairy (aahhh) and took my old teeth backI'll take a shit on the equator, the size of a craterAnd make Government officials breath harder than Darth VaderIts the chicken & the beer that make Luda keep rappinBut no pork on my fork i dont even speak pig LatinI go fishen on my lake wit some bitches to bakePlus i eat many MC's but i dont gain no weightThe number 1 cheif rocker clean out your rap lockersIm as stiff as a board your more shook than maracasBut my tricks aint for kids if you dig em' you'll get smakedI'll clock yah, i'll spring forward you far back (whoo)Every album that i drop has got more than ten bangers (yeah)Thats cause im a shot caller ya'll fools are crank yankers (bells)Aint a damn thing changed but the ice on my chainI get chicks from Portland Oregan to Portland Mayne Now i role up torpedoes, get blunted wit rastasFor a hefty fee im on your record like Bob Castas (yeah)I own so many jerseys, im a throw-back messI hit the cleaners an tell em' "i want a full court press" (owe)So mama toast yah glass while im countin my cashCause every single is a smash, im hot as a camals ass (ha)The competition never just wanna admit that they lostAnd that they last about as long as my part in The WashFrom your car to crap game no one roles witchu One of MiniMe's shoes got more soul than you (ok)So by the time you figure out why your record aint spinnin Im in the strip club smokin, wit Presedent Clinton (cough cough cough)So stay of the long side-burns and gold teeth (teeth)They make the mold of the penis and larger off me (me)I'll be in another when i hit from the back (back)Not to mention my refridgerators taller than Shaq (yeah)So yippie ka ye yippie ya ya yo (yo), if you cant swim dont smoke my hydro (dro)I've been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp onBut alotta ya'll are more stuck up than tampons (whoo)So wash all you sins away and stop playin (yeah)If God's line is busy you might have to two way him (uh hmm)And catch me in your back yard playin crokayAnd when im drunk im tellin kids "drugs are bad umm-kay"Or watch me swing my chains at the Rascals of PekoGot seven cars get on my rims at chrome depoAnd people think im bad they say "ooh he's so evil"Cause i go on blind dates with actual blind people (owe)But my albums out the store, yours be on the shelf (uh hmm)I heard you masterbate alot so ya'll keep to yourselfCause these women want a man to stay up and stay strongLike the NBA, you gotta play hard or go homeAll that shit that ya'll talkin ya'll can pop it to themCause Ludacris will beat you down with a prosthetic limbI'll put so deep in your ass that you can smell itAnd your breath'll turn to Footlocker water repelantIm the man i got money far as the eyes can seeAnd im in a group i split do wit me me and meSo much money in my jury that im damn near sorrySo ima trade my earings in, and get a Ferrari (whoo)I buy cars wit straight cash, have meetins wit Donald TrumpYall meet wit Honda, no payments for 12 months (uh huh)Take a look at your life and no wonder your so sadYa'll put up wit more shit than a colostomy bag ha ha ha

[Ludacris] And now brothas and sistaswe present the black man's struggle... (Straining groans and moans followed up withfarting sounds a splash and a toilet flushing)

(feat. Snoop Dogg) Hey! Thank all yall for comin' out tonightIt was a beautiful night tonight and The ShizznitWhere pimpin' and dead, these hoes just scaredThanks Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, all the players from the LBCIt was a beautiful night tonightOh, look at these fools, Ay! Security! Come get these niggaz! [Verse 1 - Luda (Snoop)]Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long BeachReady to relax, kick up my feetMaybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I wanna doBroke out and called up the homeboy Snoop (What happenin' nephew?)Oh, nothin' just called, lookin' for some women that can fondle my balls(Well you hit the right dogg, I can help you with thatGimme 15 minutes, and I'll hit you rite back)Off to the hotel, I was ready indeedSlapped the button in the 'llac to control the speedPut one up in the air, the cops just staredWaved my hands out the roof like I just ain't careGot to the tele and I slid thru the do'On to the elevator, hit the penthouse flo'And what would happen next only time could tellCuz I got up to my room, and I was mad as hell (Aaah! Damn!) [Chorus]Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes)Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?)Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes)Who let these hoes in my room? [Verse 2 - Luda]Now it was five B.A.P hoes and they look like trashBut one was midget, so we'll just say four and a halfI was stuck speechless, couldn't believe my eyesWhat'd I do to deserve this unpleasant surprise?And I was thinkin' to myself, "This is just my luck"Then my nigga bust in like "What the fuck!?"(Oh shit it's Snoop!) [Snoop (Luda)]Who in the hell let them booger bears out they cell (Not me)And what they doin' in ya' room? Nigga make 'em bail (Yeah)Got some fine bitches, dime bitches on they way (Okay)And told security, "Let 'em in, with no delay" (Ha Ha!)So when they get here, they'll probably be like half nakedDon't mean to trip out, but bitch yall got to dip out (Dip Out!)Catch the elevator on more floorPresidential with the slidin' key for the door (Oh No!)What the fuck goin' on? Shit, all around the world Luda, then its the same songThem bitches was so ugly, I told 'em to go home [Chorus]Who let these hoes in my room?(Man who let these hoes in my room?)Who let these hoes in my room? (Oh no!)(Did you let 'em in?)Who let these hoes in my room?(Well who let 'em in then?)Who let these hoes in my room? (Get out!) [Verse 3 - Luda (Snoop)]Now, these chicks wouldn't leave, they was ready to clownOne was 5'6 and weighed three hundred pounds(No she didn't come thru with a thong onShe did for the hell of it, big fat whale of it)You can't seperate me, Ima seperate youBitch ya' pussy smell like Pepe Le Pew(You filthy, nasty, sick in the headSittin' in my dressin room with dick on ya' bread)She said "I want you to climb in this underwear, silly"But I was turned off by her tupper-ware titties(Fake bitches, break bitches, make bitchesKick rocks, when they fucked up in they faceTick-tock, you gots to get up out my spaceHey Ludacris let's get the fuck up out this place, let's bounce)Then it got to my head, and somethin' reminded meI know who let 'em in, it was Bill O'Reilly (Faggot)(Ya' white bread, chicken-shit nigga!) [Chorus]Who let these hoes in my room?(Who let these hoes in my room?)Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?)Who let these hoes in my room?(I need to know, who let these hoes in?)Who let these hoes in my room? [Snoop, Talking]Ay, ay yall gotta goYall gotta get the fuck up outta here, ugly ass bitchesI dont understand how these bitches always get in my dressin' roomYou know what I'm sayin'?Soon as I get off stage, it's 7 or 8 ugly ass bitches posyed up in my dressin roomAnd security act like they dont know who did itI know you feel what I'm sayin', I'm my nigga around the whole worldWe need to form a society or somethin'Fat, gorilla, monkey mouth bitches cant get in our mothafuckin' dressin room or backstageAnd if they do, we kindly put our foot up their assesAnd re-direct them bitches to security dressin' room, you dig?Sick of these ugly ass bitches bein' my dressin' room

"Chorus:Hey we gon' be havin' some funAnd... cu-cu-cu-cu-cuz 2 is better than 1And... s-s-s-s-somebody kill the lightsWe doin' freaky freaky freaky freaky shit tonight. Double the pleasure, like double the funHow many licks does it take to the center of a luda popDouble the tounge,Who knowsPlus I gotta' undress 'em caress 'em bless 'em steady keep 'em guessin'If that dudn' impress 'em then slowly move on to the 2nd lesson.Woah! panties droppin' body rockin' magnum poppin'It's 8 cheeks and 4 titties ya'll betta' hand me somethin'!Hey ladies, woah! On your mark get ready get set go!Play for hours in and out the shower this dick power we in controll! Chorus x2 6 hands grippin' the sheets 30 toes a'curledWhat in the world is goin' on to the breaka' breaka' dawn with that man and them girlsCuz 3 hearts are beatin' fast and only 2 people screamin'We comin' together for one cause other than hear ourselves breathin'Get in the game start workin' it out diggin' it outI lean to the side throw a dick in your mouthYou gotta' get in the groove you got nothin' to loseSo don't move till ya've figured it outNow keep makin' that face while I'm rubbin' them spotsWe can take turns while the other one watchAnd see how good she be takin' them shotsAnd wake up the 'hood 'till they callin' them cops MAYN! Chorus x2 Now I'm ready to rock so you can get yo' tools and you can start the igni-tionI'm grabbin' perms, wigs, weaves, pony tails and ex-tensionsNot to mention it's gonna get hhhhot!Betta' come ready ta' SWEAT!I make women cum harder than ja-cu-zi jets!And I'm willin' ta' bet that I'll be keepin' ya' wetCuz I feel ya' little bit a ringin' tha' neck it won't keel ya'Bang it on the top or tha' bottom and I'll drill ya'? how ya' wanta' get ? to ?And I'll peel ya' back ta' backSo get ready for the mac attackThey got me thinkin' they some acrobatsthey way they hoppin' in from sack ta' sack? and I'm gone! Chorus x3Beat fades until song ends."

[Music plays in background] Man 1: Aye man, don't I know you from somewhere before? Man 2: Yeah, uhh. Man 1: You went to Washington, didnt' you? Man 2: Uhh, yeah I did go to Washington. Man 1: Your name's Will Beamen? Man 2: Yup, that's my name. Man 1: Yeah, Will Beamen, yeah man, what's goin' on folk? Man 2: Yeah, what's up man, you James right? Man 1 [James]: Yeah, James man, James...You remember me right? You used to beat me up and throw me down the stairs and shit. Man 2 [Will Beamen]: Well you know that was funny. James: You was on the wrestlin' and football team and yall ran train on my sister. Will Beamen: Well you know, uh, she had some good stuff yo. James: Aye man, aye aye man, watch yourself. Will Beamen: But it's all good. James: So what you been doin' folk? Will Beamen: Just chillin', you know I got an internet business now. James: Oh for real? What you doin', what you doin', oh you doin' them womenfolk, whatt it be, freaky hoz online? Will Beamen: Yeah you know how it is, www. uhhh... James: Aww shawty, shit, shawty I had a computer shop, I'd hit that shit up. Will Beamen: Yeah. James: Damn folk, so what else you been doin', you be flossin' that big Cartier watch man? Will Beamen: You know how I spend big money. James: Shit man, I feel you, you probably got that new SC too, don't you man? Will Beamen: Sc, well you know, it's parked in the back. James: I see that thang, it's sittin' on dem 20's, ain't it? Will Beamen: You seen it? Yeah... James: Damn shawty, that shit nice man, I like that. Will Beamen: You like that? James: I like it folk. Will Beamen: Yeah...So what you doin' wit yourself these days? James: Shit man, I got myself a little internet business myself. Willy Beamen: Oh yeah? What's that? James: Ridin', muthafucka. Will Beamen: Ooh shit he's got a gun!! (Crowd screaming in background)

[Ludacris]DTP we got them guns that go... [I-20]Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killaNiggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealerYou better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm niceIll shoot up yall white shirts until yall look like diceBut I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggazI 2-0, I'm like J-Lo...going through niggazDTP we aint plying if you try to get our penA.K's get ta spraying like...Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any nigga want it, doubt itBust you in the broad day, on the street that's fully crowdedFind our hole and fagots there, just for thinking its rapAnd tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gatsChaka say I'm shot out, and I tend to agreeSo you should what you saying if it's intended for meSo be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walkingAnd that Uzi get to talking like... [Tity Boi]Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'emCan the an and fuck 'em, damn 'emPress him, man him, scared him, teared him, kneed him upBake him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him upA-B-C-E-F shorty is you a G or whatNow it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this worldI'm pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them bitches up like earlServing the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'emI'm 38, hot with a pearl handle...And I'm throwing Techs like a NBA refI got, all gold guns like they came from IraqArtillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistolsI point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit yaAnd aint taking no more pictures, if you snap ima clickAnyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil FateAnd I'm webbing choppers like heli-coptersYou gon' need hella doctors, when the Glok go... [Chingy]Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that Tech be quick20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, aint no exit trickUs you don't mess with, we got them guns like action flicksReload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitchCome on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shitPut a bullet in (in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitchLook at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this cliqueMy pistol grip sound like this...now whatWho want that they fucked, when I cock and load the cake, bust butYall cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff upYall lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up brahWe'll suit you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nutI'm wrist rocky, like Sylvester StalloneSo thurr for you should invest, in a vest for ya domeCause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landingBeast the nick, but my cannon go... [Ludacris]Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cabBleedin so hard you'll need a life sized Maxi padSo flip the script and tell your woman its your time on the monthA.K. 47 for the niggaz who's really looking for heaven and a 9 for you chumpsGot killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my groupBut I got bananas for you niggaz and I aint talking bout fruitIll pay your CAB BACK with the BLACK MACKTill your BACK CRACK, got the GAT BACK like...CLAK CLAK CLAKSwallow a hollow make 'em digest a 50 caliberYo futures not looking so good, tomorrows not on your calendarI, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too longIll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this songMy Shotguns are cold and hard, but my Desert is easyAnd my triggers are always talking about some squeeze me, squeeze meAnd for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the showMy Uzi got a drum roll, it goes...

[Ludacris]YeahGotta feel me on this oneAin't none of this shit happen overnightWe talking about a long time coming motherfucker [Chorus 2X: Dolla Boy + (Tity Boi)]It ain't clean on these streets(uh, uh)It's mean on these streets(yeah)Blocks up, hats downFiends on these these streets(So please pay attention when you coming aroundCause the blocks got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me) [Verse One: Ludacris]I'm still back for the first damn timeSo grab a hold of your seat while I OPEN YOUR MINDAnd take you back from when I dropped down from heavenAnd I came on my moms and I had a MIC as my fucking weaponWhen I was three I was just a little GBut if you looked in my eyes you would see the future of a real MCAnd at the age of nine I wrote my first ryhmeSoon rapping became one of my favorite pasttimesEverywhere that I went spitting and dabblingShowing my ass growing up and started travelingFrom one city to the next luda landed in the ATLWhere the pimps and the players dwellI made a tape did shows and got EX-PO-SUREAnd kept learning as my black ass got OLDERNo matter what I just kept at my tradeI made mistakes but still stayed sharper than a GINSUI BLADE [Chorus X2] [Verse Two: Ludacris]Age 14, my talent show, a beast out of cageWould have won, but got disqualified for JUMPING OFF STAGEBut I didn't care cause this game started to open it's armsWhen I was at Banaker High School pulling fire alarmsSo I could get a crowd around me make a name for my BLOCKPeople told me keep flowing they didn't want me to STOPBack when big nose John was my human beatboxSkipped out on school hit open campus and look out for street COPSNow I'm known around the town as that "Nigga that raps"From the hill of Maze high to them G roll trapsAnd I was still making demos perfecting the craftSome said I wouldn't make it they would giggle and laughSo I picked up a couple books from DONALD GOINESAbout the busimess of this shit and how to FLIP A FEW COINSBy the age of eighteen I was destined to MAKE ITMy bank account read DISTURBING THE PEACE INCORPORATED [Chorus X2] [Verse Three: Ludacris]Age 18, I'm struggling just to surviveBut I got a gig working for change at 97.5Now I'm rapping on the radio increasing their NUMBERSStill Ludacris, but Alias was Chris LOVA, LOVALate nights I'm in the studio using they toolsMe and Poon was smoking weed and breaking all of they rulesAnd I was krunk, ALL THE BIG WIGS WAS HEARING MY SONGSBut nobody did SHIT and they was taking too longThree years went past and I saved enough cashTo make my own record company and put my self on BLASTthe album was independent it was just for the streetsI sold one thousand albums in my first fucking weekThen went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my handAll the record companies biting, but I chose Def JamThe main reason that I made it and I love the A townWas because the BLOCK had it's EYEBROWS DOWN, ya heard me [chorus X2] [Outro: Ludacris]Yah, Ive' been waiting a lifetime to get what the fuck I gotIt's real manHardest working nigga in show businessBelieve thatShout out to Lil fate, I dub, Titi Boi, Chaka ZuluYah WooThe people's music I used to play some happy and some jealousCause I'm showered with cash and they can't remove they umbrellasThe people's music I used to play some happy and some jealousCause I'm showered with cash and they can't remove they umbrellasUh[music fades]You hear it raining don't yaYou hear it rain

[Ludacris]OWWWWWWW!!! [Verse - Ludacris]I never used to snore in my sleep till this rap shit startedWarm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-heartedYour whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart itAnd y'all think I'm gon stop?! BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!In one year I got rich, now life's movin so fastBut bein broke with no food is just a thing of the pastPlus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with assAnd y'all prayin that I flop?! BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get greenIn Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip leanAll these rappers wanna know what I'm gettin for sixteensTry 80, want a discount? BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!See in just six months I infiltrated the systemIf you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed himNiggaz hate givin me props cause I might use it against themC'mon, get Ludacris out! BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! [Chorus - Ludacris] (2x)If you mad I'm on top, then wish me goneIf you mad I'm on the road, then wish me homeAnd if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrongBut after your three wishes - BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! [Verse - Ludacris]It's time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone RangerI eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangersI'm just a few albums from filling your disc changerIf you ever think of stoppin me - BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by lawAny charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tallNext year I'm lookin into buyin Greenbriar MallYou probably own a lot of proper-ty! BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic balls!Plus his money keeps flowin like Niagara FallsWe all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdrawsI'm bout to go on vacation - BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'm a throw you a curveYou mad cause I'm a THIEF and got away with wordsI'm a start my own beverage, it'll calm your nervesPepsi's the New Generation? - BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! [Chorus] [Verse - 50 Cent]These niggaz be frontin, they hate it when we stuntingThey see us in Caddy's and coupes and Benz's and it's nothingThey act like they got something, we don't deserve - somethingNigga hate it, like it or love it or - BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!It's simple, top of the charts, number one wit a bulletDisturbin Tha Peace and G G G G Unit!Got it locked boy, get ya shot boyYou don't like that we're on top boy, okay - BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!From NY to ATL, we get it crunk bitchSemi-auto on my waist, I don't play that pump shitMotherfuckers think that I blew up real fastBut I've been underground a long time so BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!I got candy paint, on my '65Impala holla at my shorty if you ready to rideWhacha mean your ass ain't got money for gas?Then get the fuck out, you're mad? so what, BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS! [Chorus] [Outro - Ludacris]Yeah! History has been made!Ludacris and 50 Cent! real recognize realIf you're feeling a little awkward about the situationDon't hesistate to just BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!

The royal penis is clean your highnessThank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America.Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses.Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay.Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royaltywhen you hear it. The throne has been taken, so kiss thisnigga's earring. Luda throw some grapes on these bitches! [Ludacris]These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn!They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty;what I'm 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thangWork that track, whip 'em like KuntaThat's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of ZamundaBy way of A-T-L; if you disagreedon't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jailWith no probation or bail, but this ain't MonopolyIt's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoliUh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodlesAnd testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodlesMy rap career goes back further than yo' father hairlineIt's Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta AirlinesI'm fly, even when I get high I work cashAnd even got my coats bumped up to first classI'm boss to all employees - and I'm here to teach the principleCause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired ofthis shit man. Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to geta nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit. Man for real.Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga;man that nigga garbage. Man I got talent too, the nigga ain'thearin me. Man iii-iiiis this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris.'Cris, f'real man. FUCK YOU NIGGA, MAN FUCK YOU! [Ludacris]Fuck you too! What you wanna do, scrawny niggaBut I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twosKnow how to use 'em, fight dirty as SHITI throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a CLIQUEYou see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedosAnd comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitosI'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than FritosWith five strippers, four wives and three amigosI go scuba divin in Bays at MontegoI find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm DeeboBut I'm the light-skinteted version of MandingoI've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than RingoI used to run numbers in line they caled me BINGOCause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkleOld asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkledAnd I stay with more BULLETS than yo' Billboard singles Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applausehe is definitely all f'real - yaseeI'msayin? Ha ha I befuckin with him all the time, yahhmean? I'm sayin, I usedto just (?) now home come through he want filters a purple,he want quarters a purple now. I want y'all to trip with itman, I woulda sold him a Coupe (?) we coulda played with,yaseewhatI'msayin? [Ludacris]Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sackSee piece of the bigger trap look at that God be rollin on thatWhere they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't knowShady Park you heard just don't goQuick to flip the bird up po'-po'Makin the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the peopleI gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go?Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clakTons of fun with gunsFuck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get thatWho knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa BearStop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flareCome on, FIRE! And you know I can't stop 'til I re-TIRE!Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin on Vogue TIRES!Right down the avenue, passin you rapidly stackinIn the back of the Cadillac and packin emergency actionCamera, LIGHT LIGHTS, throwin a punch and then FIGHT FIGHTPackin a lunch and then BITE BITE, A-T-L stay TIGHT TIGHT I'm just tryin to save ya shorty. I'ma let you knowit's real down heah. When you ride down that two-eighty-five,and you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Roadfo' you get it cut free shorty just shave; cause dat where demreal niggaz at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossindown Clintwood, Cambleton Road or (?) Boulder to shave!Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. When you're goin down thatol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you getto the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz at!Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga.