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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 2x]
[Verse 1]
Man I`m like a needle in a haystack so face that goin back to the drawing 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 fill a void 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`s light-skinded with 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 Klondike 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, and I`m sayin` hello man to all the lovely ladies 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 or we winners today, Now just that and theres
Really nothin missin to say but
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