| Whattup? |
| Hey shawty what it is?
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| Whattup? |
| Hey shawty what it is?
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| Whattup? |
| Hey shawty what it is?
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| Lil’buddy what you want? |
| Some violent shit!
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| Two step and lay back, still whylin shit
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| Whattup? |
| Hey baby I got the potion
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| Take a sip of this and put your back in motion
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| Man I’m like a needle in a haystack, so face that
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| Go back to the drawin board, connect dot, but can’t drink that
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| Matter fact erase that, cause on this great track
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| Get your face slapped, and I’m straight so don’t take that
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| Try somethin different and shit, so listen and shit
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| Speakin about what hip-hop is missin and shit
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| I’m bout to fill a void, Ludacris born in Illinois
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| Raised in Atlanta, tote hammer since I was a little boy
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| Ain’t nobody like me, say they wanna fight me Fight me, step to me now but it ain’t likely
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| People swear they psych me, just cause he’s light-skinneded
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| with braids in his hair don’t mean that nigga looks like ME
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| Trick get your mind right, livin in the limelight
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| So picture what they’ll do for my jimmy and a Klondike
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| Bar, bar, hardy har
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| Tell yo’momma I’m a ghet-to su-per-star
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| Only standin five eight but still a big shot, plus I got a big.
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| Clean everyday, stay fresher than what’s in a Ziplock
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| Tell your man to kick rocks, when I make my pitstops
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| I’m in, then it’s hard to get me out like I’m a slip knot
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| Born to be a leader and not, no not a follower
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| Only hang with chicks that got mo’twists than Oliver
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| Not much of a hollerer, but I’d like to borrow her lips
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| Bringin out the best in me 'specially if she a swallower
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| Freaky deaky yellow man, and I’m sayin hello man
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| To all the lovely ladies that like to jiggle like Jello man
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| Bigger booty small waist, put 'em in a small place
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| And if it ain’t no ass where I’m at, then I’m in the wrong place
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| Bail like a bondsman, but keep 'em dancin
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| Got pop potential, stay black like Bob Johnson
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| Who the hell is that in that fancy car?
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| Tell yo’momma I’m a ghet-to su-per-star
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| And jump down turn around, pick a bail of cotton
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| Jump down turn around, pick a bail of hay
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| Oh lordy, pick a bail of cotton
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| Oh lordy, pick a bail of hay
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| Jump down turn around, pick a bail of cotton
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| Jump down turn around, pick a bail of hay
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| Oh lordy, pick a bail of cotton
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| Oh lordy, pick a bail of hay
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| Still workin like a slave, learnin tricks of the trade
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| In a ghetto state of mind, say I’m rich and I’m paid
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| Pickin records like cotton in the thick of the day
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| 'til I’m spoiled and I’m rotten in a sinister way
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| Life no different than those on minimum wage
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| More money but still locked in a similar cage
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| Either losers of tomorrow or we winners today
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| Digest that and there’s really nothin missin to say but |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Potion , by - Ludacris. Song from the album The Red Light District, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп