| To all the chicks with they asses thick | 
| Out the whole click, she the baddest bitch | 
| Dose-doh, round your partner, switch | 
| Clan in Da Front, we be starting shit | 
| No don’t trip, dog, spark 'em, quick | 
| Holla when a real nigga talkin', trick | 
| We got grip, but we ain’t spendin' shit | 
| You and your friends, stop pretendin' trip | 
| Let a nigga get nut pushed, better yet let a nigga get some head | 
| I work 'em, work 'em or feed 'em, burp 'em, then jerk 'em, instead | 
| I get my nuts pushed, on the bottom to the top of your gums | 
| I feel your slurpin', slurpin, I’m skeetin' and squirtin' your tongue | 
| And I got about 5 grand, but I won’t be spendin' a dime | 
| See cuz overspendin’s a crime and I can’t be spendin' my time | 
| If you get your guts pushed, could be of cuz Luda and Meth | 
| Could be of cuz we do it best, could be of cuz we screw 'em to death | 
| Come up out of them dirty clothes (bend on over and touch them toes) | 
| Uh-oh, we-oh, we-oh! | 
| (Come on and ride this rodeo) | 
| (Meth & Luda we lock and load) Round your partner, now dose-doh | 
| Uh-oh, we-oh, we-oh! | 
| (Come on and ride this rodeo) | 
| I wonder where about five bottles of gin, models that wanna swallow | 
| And wobble, gobble again, tell a couple of friends | 
| I slap that ass, bitch, take a look and see what you got in | 
| Cuz I’ve been schemin' and plottin', to have you breathin' and stoppin' | 
| What we talkin' bout? | 
| Pussy poppin', car hoppin' women | 
| See 'em watchin', clockin', pigeons | 
| Flockin' Luda they jockin', lightin' buddha, and boots is rockin' | 
| Nameless hoes, take 'em brainless with painted toes | 
| Famous, she code, twerkin' pussy, hurtin', workin' that pose | 
| They wanna raise that pussy tab, price and position | 
| Enticin' these women, given the proper juice | 
| Life that they livin', hope that they double deuce | 
| Shifted ass cheeks, last week and Ludacris is backseat | 
| Afraid so, ask son, taste them | 
| Now watch me, dog 'em, freak 'em | 
| Out every weekend, she puttin' APB’s on my dick | 
| I keep on bettin' and breathin', where’s my pants, I’m leavin' | 
| I’m speakin' facts, mamies creepin' and they cheatin' | 
| They even sleepin' with mats, some be eatin' that cat | 
| I’m teasin', indecent expose, Method be tweakin' | 
| Keep pussies leakin' through pantyhoes, marijuana smell on my clothes | 
| This evening, these bunnies got me on swoll, I bust and reload | 
| Honey, break out the 'dro and give me some mo', on the rodeo |