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Ludacris - The Potion lyrics
What up ay shawty what it is What up ay shawty what it is What up ay shawy what it is (Chorus X 2) Little buddy what you want sum violent shit Two steppin layd back still wild n shit What up... hey baby i got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back in motion Man im like a needle in a haystack, so face that Go back to the drawin board connect dot but cant trace that Matter fact erase that Cuz on this big track get your face slapped and im straight so dont chase that try somethin different n shit so listen n shit speakin about what hip-hop is missin n shit Im about to fill a void Ludacris born in Illinious, raise in Atlanta Tote hammers since I was a little boy Aint nobody like me, say they wanna bite me Fight me, step to me now but it aint like me People swear they sight me Just cuz hes light skinned with braids in his hair dont mean that nigga look like me' Trick get your mind right, livin in the lime life So picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a klondike Bar, bar, hardyhar, tell your momma im a Ghetto Superstar (Chorus X 2) Only stand 5 '8, but still a big shot Plus i got a big Clean every day, stay fresher then whats in a zip-lock Tell your man to kick rocks, when i make my pit stops Im in, then its hard to get me out like im a slipnot Wanna be a leader and not, no not a follower Only hang with chicks that got more twist then Oliver Not much of a hollara but i like to borrow her lips Bringin out the best in me, specially if shes a swollowa Freaky deaky yellow man, and im sayin hello man To all the lovely ladies that like to jiggle like jello man Biger booty, small waste, put em' in a small place And if aint no ass where I'm at then im in the wrong place Bail like a bondsman, but keep em dancin Got pop potential stay black like Bob Johnson Who the hell is that in that fancy car Tell your momma im a Ghetto Superstar (Chorus X 2) Jump Down turn around pick a pail of cotton Jump down turn around pick a pail of hay Ohh lordy pick a pail of cotton Ohh lordy pick a pail ofhay ( X 2 ) Still workin like a slave learnin tricks of the trade In a ghetto state of mind say im rich and im paid Pickin records like cotton in the thick of the day Till im spoiled and im rotten in a sinister way Life no different then those all minimum wage More money but still locked in a similar cage Either losers of tomorrow, or we winners today Now just that and theres really nothin missin to say |
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