[Chorus (Ludacris)]
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Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
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(Eastside, eastside nigga what?)
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I'm talk bout da Westside, westside nigga wha?
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(Westside, westside nigga wha?)
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Northside, northside nigga wha?
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(Northside, northside nigga wha?)
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Southside, southside nigga wha?
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(Southside, southside nigga wha?)
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[Ludacris]
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Good luck, time to get hood stuck
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Caldasac trap, Mr. Good Stuff
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Ludacris give me 20 push-ups
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Last summer, got da hook up
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You know what I did
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Who'd eva thought up they grew up on one of the BeBe Kids
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Type of rat, sat on my ass
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And fiendin' for cash
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Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pass
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Now what we got 'round here is a 20-20 twins
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and whats up in my hand, is a bottle of Gin
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I love women so I'm in it to win it
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In it to green
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In it to get in it and get in it again
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You got two booties so you whippin yo chin
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And I don't blame you
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I lay in da sand, ya'll lay in da snow and make angels
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My ice piece dangle
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make my chest look older
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Touch it and fall apart like yo High school folder
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I'ma Trojan man, BHS hall supplier
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Shady park resident and southside Rider
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[Chorus]
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[Ludacris]
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Get back, time to get hood jacked
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Gold chain, took dat
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World of Ghetto fabolous Dopeboys and Hoodrats
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Becareful what you look at
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cause you lookin to long
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You might go blind in my briefs cause my dick is too long
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I'm gettin nutt while I'm singin this song
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and there is enough for everybody in da party
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while ya'll hittin da bong
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But ya'll be hittin my schlong
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you play the flute quite nicely
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When teeth interrupt, you can watch as I get fiesty
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Oh no, you suckas didn't request back up
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Broads I seem to rack up
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When I pull da gold acta
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Get slapped up
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Drove up da wall
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Put it in Reverse
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you can hope for the best, but expect the worst
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You at a place like some D's on a Hurst
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Its quite funny
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Phat Rabbit, playboy bunny
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It seems as if thats what I need
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Filthy south and Ds
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Thats why I roll in from da Southside breeze
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Give it to me now
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[Chorus]
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[Ludacris]
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Your pick time to get hood sick
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Hit'em wit a good lick
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Clean out yo house from da couch to da toothpick
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EastSide Ruthless
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WestSide leave 'em clueless
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my Northside mackers got dis broads actin foolish
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And do this for a living
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while you stuck up in yo cubicle
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Nightlife runnin dis streets, it sounds beautiful
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Women break a cuticle
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Ballas break bread
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Southside, I represent it till I'm dead
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What wha
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[Chorus x2]
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Hood Stuck
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Ludacris |