What up
ay shawty what it is
What up
ay shawty what it is
What up
ay shawty what it is

(Chorus X 2)
Little buddy what you on
some violent shit
Two steppin laid back, still wylin' shit
What up... hey baby i got the potion
Take a sip of this and put your back in motion

Man im like a needle in a haystack, so face that
Go back to the drawin board connect dot but cant trace that
Matter fact erase that
Cuz on this base track get your face slapped
and im straight so dont chase that
try somethin different n shit
so listen n shit
speakin about what hip-hop is missin n shit
Im about to fill a void
Ludacris born in Illinois, raised in Atlanta
Tote hammers since I was a little boy
Aint nobody like me, say they wanna bite me
Fight me, step to me now but it aint like me
People swear they sight me
Just cuz hes light skinned with braids in his hair
dont mean that nigga look like me'
Trick get your mind right, livin in the lime life
So picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a klondike
Bar, bar, hardyhar, tell your momma im a Ghetto Superstar

(Chorus X 2)

Only stand 5 '8, but still a big shot
Plus i got a big {cock}
Clean every day, stay fresher then whats in a zip-lock
Tell your man to kick rocks, when i make my pit stops
Im in, then its hard to get me out like im a slipnot
Wanna be a leader and not, no not a follower
Only hang with chicks that got more twist then Oliver
Not much of a hollara but i like to borrow her lips
Bringin out the best in me, specially if shes a swollowa
Freaky deaky yellow man, and im 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 aint no ass where I'm at then im 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 your momma im a Ghetto Superstar

(Chorus X 2)

Jump Down turn around pick a bale of cotton
Jump down turn around pick a bale a ***HAY***
Ohh lordy pick a pail of cotton
Ohh lordy pick a pail of hay
( X 2 )

Still workin like a slave learnin tricks of the trade
In a ghetto state of mind say im rich and im paid
Pickin records like cotton in the thick of the day
Till im spoiled and im rotten in a sinister way
Life no different then those all minimum wage
More money but still locked in a similar cage
Either losers of tomorrow, or we winners today
Now just that and theres really nothin missin to say but

(Chorus X 2)
Little buddy what you on
sum violent shit
Two steppin laid back, still wylin' shit
What up... hey baby i got the potion
Take a sip of this and put your back in motion
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Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 1:]
I ain’t never seen nuthin that’ll make me go,
this crazy all night spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do i see what I think I
Whoa
Did I think I seen shorty get low
Ain’t the same when it’s up that close
Make it rain, I’m makin it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
Imma say that I prefer them no clothes
I’m into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain’t a problem, I know where it goes

She had them

[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
[Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 2:]
Hey
Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks that’ll make you moan

One stack (come on)
Two stacks (come on)
Three stacks (come on, now that’s three grand)
What you think I’m playin baby girl

I’m the man, I’ll bend the rubber bands

That’s what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a Soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn’t control her
So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover
Shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her,
Like a pornography poster
She showed her

[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 3:]
Whoa
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash,
and I ain’t want it back,
The way she bit that rag,
got her them paper stacks,
Tattoo Above her crack,
I had to handle that,

I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin
They be want it two in the mornin
I’m zonin in them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn’t stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock,
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock

[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
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Ladies and Gentlemen
You already know what it is
Ok, Yea, Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww shit
Im tryin to run in this mutherfcka
Im tryin to anyways
Got two hard lookin mutherfckers
Ca mon

I was tryin to enjoy ma night but you then came here
Turned around looked mighty happy fore you came here
I then turn into a rude dude
Why you had to fuck up the night now we got to fight ima knock out ya lights

You aint doin nuthing but runnin ya yapp yapp
You got to got to go get a couple homeboy i am strapped strapped
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you had to fuck up the night now we got to fight ima knock out ya lights

Dope little lady tryin to hold you back you better listen to her
She better not talk that shit ima have to put some piss right through her
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you had to fuck up the night now we got to fight ima knock out ya lights...Ca mon

[Chorus]
Yea, damm, You think you cool, you think im not you think you tough
Damm, you think you hard, you think im soft, you think you rough
Damm,You talkin shit, betta close your lips, you need to hush
Before the end of the night im gunna have to take your ass to church
[x2]

Its a Sunday at the park im chillin trying to get ma swerve on
Some little lane trying to run that game trying to get his serve on
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you gotta fuck up the park ima put you in the dark clap on clap off

You aint doin nuthing but runnin your pie hole
You gon' make me do somethin thatta get eye swolln'
I dont wanna be a rude dude man
Why you gotta fuck up the park ima put you in the dark clap on clap off

If thats your car you need to go ahead and get into it
Better not talk that shit you gonna get bust something through it
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you gotta fuck up the park gotta put you in the dark lights on lights off

[Chorus x2]

[Bridge]
Those niggas think they hard, so why they think im not
Until i put it hard and i show them what i got kinda like [gun shot] [mumbling]
Im like those niggas think they hard, so why they think im not
Until i put it hard and i show them what i got kinda like [gun shot] [mumbling]
Those bitches think they hard, so why they think im not
Until i put it hard and i show them what i got kinda like [gun shot] [mumbling]
Those bitches think they hard, so why they think im not
Until i put it hard and i show them what i got kinda like [ gun shot] [mumbling]....lets do it

[Chorus x2]
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