What up aye shawty what it is
[repeat 3x]
[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
[CHORUS]
[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
[CHORUS]
[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
[CHORUS]

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