| What up, ay shawty what it is |
| What up, ay shawty what it is |
| What up, ay shawty what it is |
| 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 yo back in motion |
| 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 yo back in motion |
| Man I’m 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 I’m straight so don’t chase that |
| Try somethin' different n shit, so listen n shit |
| Speakin' about what hip-hop is missin' n shit |
| I’m about to fill a void |
| Ludacris born in Illinois, raised in Atlanta |
| Tote hammers since I was a little boy |
| Ain’t nobody like me, say they wanna bite me |
| Fight me, step to me now but it ain’t like me |
| People swear they sight me |
| Just 'cuz hes light skinned with braids in his hair |
| Don’t 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 I’m a Ghetto Superstar |
| 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 yo back in motion |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| I’m in, then its hard to get me out like I’m 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 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 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 your momma I’m a Ghetto Superstar |
| 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 yo back in motion |
| 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 yo back in motion |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Till I’m spoiled and I’m 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 there’s really nothin' missin' to say but |
| 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 yo back in motion |
| 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 yo back in motion |