[CHORUS] Lil Buddy whatcha want some violent shit 2 steppin laid back still wildin shit what up aye baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion [repeat 1x]
[VERSE 1] Man I´m like a needle in a haystack so face that goin back to the drwing board connect dots but can´t trace that Matta fact erase that cause I´m this late track getcha face slapped and I´m straight so don´t taste that try somthin different and shit I´m listenin and shit speakin about what hip-hop missin and shit I´m bout to feel aboard Ludacris born in illinois raisd in Atlanta taught hamma since I was a little boy ain´t nobody like me so they wanna fight me fight me step to me now but it ain´t like me people swear they sike me just cause he like skippy wit braids in his hair don´t mean that nigga look like me trick getcha mind right livin in a limelight so picture what they´ll do for my jimmy and a kondike Bar Bar hardy hard tell yo mama imma ghetto superstar
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[VERSE 2] Only 75 I make but still a bigshot plus i gotta big clean everyday stay fresher than whats in a ziploc tell yo man to kick rocks when I make my pit stops I´m in then its hard to get me out like imma slip not Born to be a leader and not no not a follower only hang wit chicks that got mo twist than Oliver And imma tell my hollower would i like to borrow her lips bringing out the best in me specially if she´s a swallower freaky-deaky yellow man to all the lovely ladys that like to jiggle like jello man bigger booty small waist put´me in a small place and if it ain´t no ass where im at then I´m in the wrong place bells like a bondsman but keep´em dancin like Bob Johnson who da hell is that in that fancy car tell yo mama imma ghetto superstar
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[VERSE 3] Jump down turn around Pick a bell of cotton Jump down turn around Pick a bell of hay Oh Lordy pick a bell of cotton Oh Lordy Pick a bell of hay [repeat 1x]
Still workin like a slave Learnin tricks in da trade in da ghetto state of mind till im rich and I´m paid pickin records Like cotton in the thick of the day Till I´m spoiled and I´m rotten and they send us away life no different that ozar minimum wage mo money but still locked in a similar cage either losers of tomorrow Now just that and theres really nothin missin to say but
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