?Girl, we might has well see what's up wit these niggas? ?Hello?, ?Hello?, ?Yeah, what's, oh, oh, what's up?? ?Hey? ?Yo, this is 20/20, hey, hey, Cris
Listen to instructions carefully While bumpin' this album in your jeeps Aaliyah's got a ninety's swing So be careful with The volume please Yeah Hmm
What, what, what? I, I, I Ok, come on, what What, what, what? Oh, oh, oh Get off me, but I'm on you all day Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
Ludacris shit So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch! Too many niggaz (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris
got his own Since I was a juvenile makin' cash money at home I'm from a boy to a man, I've reached the end of my road It's Ludacris signin' off till the
They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that Shit like that, maybe because I get like that Kick like that, rip like that They wanna know why I
all this smokin' gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Get it right, Ludacris,
and Shondrez It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1 Ludacris, Fake Feeze and that nigga I-Twain It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1 Ludacris, Fake Feeze and that nigga
t work cause I'm steady gettin' jerked By my neighborhood, up to no good, where bad niggas lurk They urk me, leavin' effects that's too negative So Ludacris
