Whattup? Hey shawty what it is?
Whattup? Hey shawty what it is?
Whattup? Hey shawty what it is?
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Lil` buddy what you want? Some violent shit!
Two step and lay back, still whylin shit
Whattup? Hey baby I got the potion
Take a sip of this and put your back in motion
[Ludacris]
Man I`m like a needle in a haystack, so face that
Go back to the drawin board, connect dot, but can`t drink that
Matter fact erase that, cause on this great track
Get your face slapped, and I`m straight so don`t take that
Try somethin different and shit, so listen and shit
Speakin about what hip-hop is missin and shit
I`m bout to fill a void, Ludacris born in Illinois
Raised in Atlanta, tote hammer since I was a little boy
Ain`t nobody like me, say they wanna fight me
Fight me, step to me now but it ain`t likely
People swear they psych me, just cause he`s light-skinneded
with braids in his hair don`t mean that nigga looks like ME
Trick get your mind right, livin in the limelight
So picture what they`ll do for my jimmy and a Klondike
Bar, bar, hardy har
Tell yo` momma I`m a ghet-to su-per-star
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Only standin five eight but still a big shot, plus I got a big..
Clean everyday, stay fresher than what`s in a Ziplock
Tell your man to kick rocks, when I make my pitstops
I`m in, then it`s hard to get me out like I`m a slip knot
Born to be a leader and not, no not a follower
Only hang with chicks that got mo` twists than Oliver
Not much of a hollerer, but I`d like to borrow her lips
Bringin out the best in me `specially if she a swallower
Freaky deaky yellow man, and I`m sayin hello man
To all the lovely ladies that like to jiggle like Jello man
Bigger booty small waist, put `em in a small place
And if it ain`t no ass where I`m at, then I`m in the wrong place
Bail like a bondsman, but keep `em dancin
Got pop potential, stay black like Bob Johnson
Who the hell is that in that fancy car?
Tell yo` momma I`m a ghet-to su-per-star
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
And jump down turn around, pick a bail of cotton
Jump down turn around, pick a bail of hay
Oh lordy, pick a bail of cotton
Oh lordy, pick a bail of hay
Jump down turn around, pick a bail of cotton
Jump down turn around, pick a bail of hay
Oh lordy, pick a bail of cotton
Oh lordy, pick a bail of hay
Still workin like a slave, learnin tricks of the trade
In a ghetto state of mind, say I`m rich and I`m paid
Pickin records like cotton in the thick of the day
`til I`m spoiled and I`m rotten in a sinister way
Life no different than those on minimum wage
More money but still locked in a similar cage
Either losers of tomorrow or we winners today
Digest that and there`s really nothin missin to say but
[Chorus]
