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    By: $$BAB$$

    What up
    ay shawty what it is
    What up
    ay shawty what it is
    What up
    ay shawty what it is

    (Chorus X 2)
    Little buddy what you want
    sum violent shit
    Two steppin layd back still wild n shit
    What up... hey baby i got the potion
    Take a sip of this and put your back in motion

    Man im 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 im straight so dont chase that
    try somethin different n shit
    so listen n shit
    speakin about what hip-hop is missin n shit
    Im about to fill a void
    Ludacris born in Illinious, raise in Atlanta
    Tote hammers since I was a little boy
    Aint nobody like me, say they wanna bite me
    Fight me, step to me now but it aint like me
    People swear they sight me
    Just cuz hes light skinned with braids in his hair
    dont 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 im a Ghetto Superstar

    (Chorus X 2)

    Only stand 5 '8, but still a big shot
    Plus i got a big
    Clean every day, stay fresher then whats in a zip-lock
    Tell your man to kick rocks, when i make my pit stops
    Im in, then its hard to get me out like im 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 im sayin hello man
    To all the lovely ladies that like to jiggle like jello man
    Biger booty, small waist, put em' in a small place
    And if aint no ass where I'm at then im 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 im a Ghetto Superstar

    (Chorus X 2)

    Jump Down turn around pick a pail of cotton
    Jump down turn around pick a pail of hay
    Ohh lordy pick a pail of cotton
    Ohh lordy pick a pail of hay
    ( X 2 )

    Still workin like a slave learnin tricks of the trade
    In a ghetto state of mind say im rich and im paid
    Pickin records like cotton in the thick of the day
    Till im spoiled and im 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 theres really nothin missin to say but

    (Chorus X 2)
    Little buddy what you want
    sum violent shit
    Two steppin layd back still wild n shit
    What up... hey baby i got the potion
    Take a sip of this and put your back in motion

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