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Ludacris & pastor troy-
What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
I (I ), I (I ), I (I ), I (I )
Pastor troy-
Ok, come on, what
Ludacris & pastor troy-
What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
Oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oohhhh)
(chorus) x2
Ludacris-
Get off me, but I’m on you all day
Get off me, I don’t think you wanna play
Ludacris-
You wanna rush me, you can’t touch me, trust me
’cuz you weigh too dusty, and rusty, and busted
Pastor troy-
You betta’ shop that make you pop up from lock up
But you tell your folks to hold you’re jack up to back up (to back up)
Ludacris-
I’m ready, so sit down or go ta’ your room
Pastor troy-
It ain’t nothinnnnn’
Ludacris-
A a watch out watch out, boom
Call me the hit man, ’cuz I make you wanna call time-out
Then I make your mom cry-out, when I take your ho fine-out
Then watch me take ya’, and fake ya’, and shake ya’, and break ya’
And see you on holdddddd until you make her
Pastor troy-
You should give up now for talkin’ shit like that
But then you noting, you garbage you betta’ watch ya’ back
(chorus)
Pastor troy-
(ok, ok now)
It’s the pastor, ? her, showin’ my move
Ludacris-
Up in that 2000 excursion
Pastor troy-
Ridein’ on 22’s
I hear da’ boom
Ludacris-
But booms just get more crunk
Pastor troy-
It’s the dsgb foreva’
Ludacris-
We ridein’ on pump
Pastor troy-
I stuck, or did I fake punk, I’m in dea (un huh)
I think I take a ? ? ?
Or you can pretend to be homey
Ludacris-
? ? ? as soon they get off me
(chorus) x2
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Lyrics: Ludacris
