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Yeah come see this nigga Come see this ol' light-skinned motherfucker I seen him and I'm addicted He serving a piece of the click Please tell dis fake ass niggas who you are [Ludacris] I be that nigga named Luda' Alert Alert it's the ATLlien intruder College Park waterboy, spitting in ya cooler I jam till they deaf, they call me Slick Dick Da Ruler Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed Bowl closed, come out them clothes hoe Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po And I chose, to be that number one contender, Southern offender Fucking up ya whole Agenda When I walk you try to run When I run you try to hide You skated the snap of my finger Call me Golden Gley It's you and I, Do or Die, who am I? I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm sly Why try, you one of them niggas that like to cheat death And I'm one of them niggas that rip up Excursions Til there is no seats left You shit out weed checks and fart out deep breaths While we talk dirt till the bottom of ya'll v-necks Who, that nigga Chris? Oh that nigga is alright That nigga can't fuck wit me thou Let me get on the mic Nigga, who the fuck called you nigga [Ludacris] I be dat nigga bronze Bridges Players want to ball or go on strike cause of my pitches They think I want they bitches But I don't want no pigeons Yet pigeons can scrub my dishes And ya'll don't want no scrubs till ya'll pull out ya'll extensions Ya'll in school detention that'll neva come out Man I'll catch 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 For I swerl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames Not even Joshua can come to +War+ wit dis +Games+ These bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns You all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya brain And dats tha simple and plain man Three W Dot Shhhh (Man dat dude Ludacris got dat hotter than hot shhh) Well sh-sh-sh-shut da fuck up Before you get see you-see you-cut-cut da fuck up -Hold on man Hold on lil buddy Ya'll talkin bout shorty man Shorty up at da radio station? Shorty be poppin man? Let the name be known Who ya'll talkin bout [Ludacris] I be that nigga that love a lover I'm asking if you think bout yo parents sex each other No glove, no love, better tell yo dick to run for cover So when lightening strikes, you can be safe from a few rubbers If you know what I mean Not everybody is Mr and Mrs. Clean Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams Girls backing they ass up now they 400 degrees Ha Hot girl, trying to give to niggaz up on the block girl Have you screaming "STOP GIRL" I rock worlds with my 9 inch Louisville slugger Still wonder why they call me lova lova Self Explainatruim Ass Valedictorian I bring 'em back to the future like a '85 Delorium The Luda drug emporium On the counter prescription You like my diction And my Doctor nurse convention I put the stethoscope quite close to yo tittie Have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly [Ludacris] See me, see me ha ha ha See E O D T P Infamous 2-0 Fate Forsta 4-ize Shondrez on the beat Playa circle College park Virgo nigga, what what