[Ludacris]
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Hi, my name's Ludacris and I'm high as girrafes (yeah)
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And im close to the edge so your parents can come push me
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I curse so much just to get on they nerves
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I got kids actin a fool from the traps to the birbs
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My filthy mouf it wont fight cavities or beat plaque
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So i shot the tooth fairy (aahhh) and took my old teeth back
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I'll take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater
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And make Government officials breath harder than Darth Vader
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Its the chicken & the beer that make Luda keep rappin
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But no pork on my fork i dont even speak pig Latin
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I go fishen on my lake wit some bitches to bake
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Plus i eat many MC's but i dont gain no weight
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The number 1 cheif rocker clean out your rap lockers
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Im as stiff as a board your more shook than maracas
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But my tricks aint for kids if you dig em' you'll get smaked
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I'll clock yah, i'll spring forward you far back (whoo)
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Every album that i drop has got more than ten bangers (yeah)
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Thats cause im a shot caller ya'll fools are crank yankers (bells)
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Aint a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain
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I get chicks from Portland Oregan to Portland Mayne
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Now i role up torpedoes, get blunted wit rastas
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For a hefty fee im on your record like Bob Castas (yeah)
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I own so many jerseys, im a throw-back mess
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I hit the cleaners an tell em' "i want a full court press" (owe)
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So mama toast yah glass while im countin my cash
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Cause every single is a smash, im hot as a camals ass (ha)
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The competition never just wanna admit that they lost
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And that they last about as long as my part in The Wash
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From your car to crap game no one rolls with you
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One of MiniMe's shoes got more soul than you (ok)
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So by the time you figur out why your record aint spinnin
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Im in the strip club smokin, wit Presedent Clinton (cough cough cough)
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So stay of the long side-burns and gold teeth (teeth)
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They make the mold of the penis enlarger off me (me)
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I'll be in another when i hit from the back (back)
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Not to mention my refridgerators taller than Shaq (yeah)
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So yippie ka ye yippie ya ya yo (yo), if you cant swim dont smoke my hydro (dro)
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I've been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on
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But alotta ya'll are more stuck up than tampons (whoo)
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So wash all you sins away and stop playin (yeah)
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If God's line is busy you might have to two way him (uh hmm)
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And catch me in your back yard playin crokay
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And im drunk im tellin kids "drugs are bad umm-kay"
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Or watch me swing my chains at the Rascals of Peko
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Got seven cars get on my rims at chrome depo
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And people think im bad they say "ooh he's so evil"
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Cause i go on blind dates with actual blind people (owe)
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But my albums out the store, yours be on the shelf (uh hmm)
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I heard you masterbate alot so ya'll keep to yourself
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Cause these women want a man to stay up and stay strong
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Like the NBA, you gotta play hard or go home
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All that shit that ya'll talkin ya'll can pop it to them
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Cause Ludacris will beat you down with a prosthetic limb
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I'll put so deep in your ass that you can smell it
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And your breath'll turn to Footlocker water repelant
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Im the man i got money far as the eyes can see
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And im in a group i split do wit me me and me
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So much money in my jewelry that im damn near sorry
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So ima trade my earings in, and get a Ferrari (whoo)
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I buy cars wit straight cash, have meetins wit Donald Trump
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Yall meet wit Honda, no payments for 12 months (uh huh)
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Take a look at your life and no wonder your so sad
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Ya'll put up wit more shit than a colostomy bag
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ha ha ha
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