[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
  I hate it when it's too many niggaz, not enough hoes
  Too many rookies, not enough pros
  The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
  So all y'all can suck my dick, BEOTCH!!
    [Verse 1]
  I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOL
  We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels
  No holds barred but obey the block rules
  Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
  Are there anyone like ya (HELL NAW!!)
  I treat humans like students (FAIL Y'ALL)
  So turn ya books to page 69 and start suckin
  When Organized drop the tracks then start duckin
  When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin
  [Girl:] You wanna be startin some'n
  Get out the booth
  and lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down do's
  Save all the H20 for front rows
  Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes
  Stay chromed out and that's on or off road
  If you know what I mean proceed to stay clean
  Light skinded nigga turn red but get green
  Inhale some of that 'dro but blow steam
  Love a combination big ass and tight jeans
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 2]
  [Girl:] Boy you done lost yo' mind
  No I've lost my virginity
  And I shot click like that fool shot Kennedy
  What's the remedy Hennessey Coke
  If you cut all your money you'd still be half broke
  Ashes to ashes smoke or get smoked
  We come by the masses you come and get choked
  If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke
  Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope
  So now we eatin lobster shrimp and things
  And watch for imposters that's been in the game
  We invented the game and y'all just got hip
  [Dude:] Man what's that smell
  PROBABLY YO UPPER LIP
  Cause I love to walk around like my shit don't stank
  Even if it's cigars and that purple color dank
  Chillin in the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks
  So put this in yo' jaw like weiners and beef franks
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3]
  I put too much sugar in my Kool..Aid
  And party like a kid wit a high top fade
  Arrive to a show and I like to get paid
  Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid
  Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats
  I'm on the right page but what's my format
  I wave to the ocean cause I'm where shores at
  And women go nuts just like my bozack
  Did you know that? Man I'm the gift of change
  Electric stoves so give me the keys to the Range
  Shagadelic, beautiful but strange
  Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flames
  Rearrange, same broad different night
  Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right
  The bomb threaten dude that's on yo same flight
  The highlight's that I live a high ass life
    [Chorus - 3X (w/ minor variations)]