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[Intro]- Yeah come see this niggacome see this ol' light-skinned motherfuckerI seen him and I'm addictedDisturbin Tha Piece is the clickPlease tell these fake-ass niggaz who you are[Ludacris]I be dat nigga named Luda'Alert Alert! It's the ATLlien intruderCollege Park waterboy, spit in the c-coolerI +Jam+ till they +Def+, they call me Slick Dick Da RulerWomen indeed, keep ya eyes closedKeep yo' eyes closed, 'bow blows, come on out dem clothes hosLow pros, low bows, watch out for the po-poAnd I chose, to be dat numba one contenderSouthern offender, fuckin up ya whole agendaWhen I walk you try to run, when I run you try to hideYou 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 deathAnd I'm one of dem niggazthat rip out Excursions til there's no seats leftYou shit out wheat chex, and fart out deep breathsWhile we toss darts at the bottom of y'all v-necks[Skit]- Who, that nigga 'Cris?Aw dat nigga is aightDat nigga can't fuck wit me though!Let me get on the micNigga, who the fuck are you nigga?[Ludacris]I be dat nigga Bronze BridgesPlayaz wanna ball but go on strike cause of my pitchesThey think I want they be-itchesBut I don't want no pigeons yet pigeons can scrub my dishesAnd y'all don't want no scrubs til y'all pull out y'all extensionsY'all in school detention that'll neva come outMan I'll cut yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo' mouthCause we da shit in the South, they know what I'm talkin boutYou see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph4-Ize twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flamesNot even Joshua can come to +War+ wit dese +Games+These bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reignsYou all wet behind the ears but its a drought in ya brainand 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 upBefore you get cu-cu-cut-cut the fuck up[Skit]- Hold on man, hold on lil buddyY'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 otherNo glove, no love, betta tell yo' dick to run for coverSo when lightnin strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbersif you know what I mean!Not everybody's Mr and Mrs. CleanSome get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreamsGirls "backin dey ass up" now they +400 Degreez+, haHot girl, tryin to give to niggaz up on the block girlHave you screamin "STOP GIRL!"I rock worlds with my nine inch Louisville sluggaStill wonder why they call me Lova Lova?Self-explanitorium, ass-valedictorianI bring 'em "Back to the Future" like a '85 DeloreanThe Luda drug emporium, ON the counter prescriptionsYou like my diction and my doctor/nurse conventionI place the stethoscope quite close to yo tittieand have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly[Ludacris]See me, see me ha ha haCEO, D.T.P.Infamous 2-0, Fate Forsta4-ize-zy, Shondrez-zy on da beatPlaya Circle to ya boy, College Park niggaVirgo nigga, what wha?ahh ahh ahh....more