[Intro]
- Yeah come see this ^!$$%

come see this ol' light-skinned mother$#&@er
I seen him and I'm addicted
Disturbin Tha Piece is the click

Please tell these fake-ass ^!$$%z who you are

[Ludacris]

I be dat ^!$$% named Luda'
Alert Alert! It's the ATLlien intruder
College Park waterboy, spit in the c-cooler

I +Jam+ till they +Def+, they call me Slick Dick Da Ruler
Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed
Keep yo' eyes closed, 'bow blows, come on out dem clothes hos

Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po
And I chose, to be dat numba one contender
Southern offender, $#&@in up ya whole agenda

When I walk you try to run, when I run you try to hide
You skate at the snap of my fingers call me +Golden Glide+
Its you and I, Do or Die, who am I?

I got a pocket full of +Family Stone+, cats think I'm +Sly+
Ohh why try? You one of dem ^!$$%z that like to cheat death
And I'm one of dem ^!$$%z

that rip out Excursions til there's no seats left
You %#@! out wheat chex, and fart out deep breaths
While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all v-necks


[Skit]
- Who, that ^!$$% 'Cris?

Aw dat ^!$$% is aight
Dat ^!$$% can't $#&@ wit me though!
Let me get on the mic

^!$$%, who the $#&@ are you ^!$$%?

[Ludacris]

I be dat ^!$$% Bronze Bridges
Playaz wanna ball but go on strike cause of my pitches
They think I want they be-itches

But I don't want no pigeons yet pigeons can scrub my dishes
And y'all don't want no scrubs til y'all pull out y'all extensions
Y'all in school detention that'll neva come out

Man I'll cut yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo' mouth
Cause we da %#@! in the South, they know what I'm talkin bout
You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph

4-Ize twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not even Joshua can come to +War+ wit dese +Games+
These (*##$ ^!$$%z is lame and come down wit da reigns

You all wet behind the ears but its a drought in ya brain
and that's the simple and plain mayne, three w dot shhhh
(Man that dude Luder's got some hotter than hot shhh)

Well sh-sh-sh-shut the $#&@ up
Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut the $#&@ up


[Skit]
- Hold on man, hold on lil buddy
Y'all talkin bout shorty man?

Shorty up at da radio station?
Shorty be poppin man?
Let the name be known who y'all talkin bout


[Ludacris]
I be dat ^!$$% da +Lova Lova+

I'm nastier than thinkin about yo' parents sex each other
No glove, no love, betta tell yo' dick to run for cover
So when lightnin strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers

if you know what I mean!
Not everybody's Mr and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams

Girls "backin dey $$# up" now they +400 Degreez+, ha
Hot girl, tryin to give to ^!$$%z up on the block girl
Have you screamin "STOP GIRL!"

I rock worlds with my nine inch Louisville slugga
Still wonder why they call me Lova Lova?
Self-explanitorium, $$#-valedictorian

I bring 'em "Back to the Future" like a '85 Delorean
The Luda drug emporium, ON the counter prescriptions
You like my diction and my doctor/nurse convention
I place the stethoscope quite close to yo tittie
and have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly


[Ludacris]
See me, see me ha ha ha
CEO, D.T.P.
Infamous 2-0, Fate Forsta

4-ize-zy, Shondrez-zy on da beat
Playa Circle to ya boy, College Park ^!$$%
Virgo ^!$$%, what wha?
ahh ahh ahh....