[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....
