I go on and on Can't understand how I last so long I must have super powers Rap two hundred twenty five thousand hours Get it calculated do the math I made a thousand songs that made you move your ass And for the last three hundred months I made sixteen albums with me on the front and the bump Where you get your beats? I heard ninety three rappers say bitch like me Two singers and ten comedians And I'm still gon' yell it every time you see me in What's my favorite word? Bitch! Why they gotta say it like $hort? Bitch! You know they can't play on my court Can't hang with the big dogs Stay on the porch Blow the whistle [x4] Where you get that from? Grab the mic, spit one, let me hit that blunt Pimp-c, 8-ball, and Mjg Keep spittin' that p to the I-m-p Bun-b that's Texas baby Ball and g that's Memphis baby $hort dog that's Oakland baby Ain't nothin' but pimpin' these days g My nigga c got locked up But these real hoes still know they gots to fuck Give a fuck nigga what you say $hort dog fuck with Ugk Do you really wanna be like me? Spit game like snoop and tip Pretty girls in the vip They came with Dre they don't need id Blow the whistle [x4] Your mind is gone Your brain is blazed You've been wide awake for the last 3 days Poppin' pills It goes down for real Don't stop, just keep rollin' down hill Crash and burn, can't stand, fall back You're doin' too much you can't handle all that Man it's been way too long Time to let the whole world play your songs Like me my shit gets around Leave the country come back and hit the town I'm in Miami, New York, and Atl Houston and L.A. ask Dave Chappelle, about my rich bitch He got her from me And made fifty million dollars I'm proud of you d But I'm crazy you don't wanna be like me I come from east Oakland where the yougstas get hyphy Blow it! Blow the whistle [x3] Biacth! Too $hort Up all night baby Album number sixteen Y'all can't fuck wit that

Uh, uh uh uh It's big pimpin baby It's big pimpin, spendin G's Feel me uh-huh uhh, uh-huh Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don't fuckin' need em Take em out the hood, keep em lookin' good But I don't fuckin' feed em First time they fuss I'm breezin' Talkin' bout, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust than believe em In the cut where I keep em 'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin' em up Let em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks want to put Jigga fist in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, I'm a break bread So you can be livin' it up? Shit I Parts with nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience And I hate waitin' Hoe get yo' ass in And let's ride, check em out now Ride, yeah And let's ride check em out now Ride, yeah We doin, big pimpin, we spendin' cheese Check em out now Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s We doin big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B Yo yo yo big pimpin, spendin' cheese We doin' big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s We doin' big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air Legs movin' side to side, smack you in the air Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air Smack it, smack it in the air Legs movin' side to side, smack it, smack it in the air Smack it, smack it in the air Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air Clap, clap, clap like you don't care Smack that, clap, clap, clap like you don't care (I know you care)

Ooh, baby, ooh Dolls Fellas Are you ready? Let's dance Ooh baby I know you like me (I know you like me) I know you do (I know you do) That's why whenever I come around She's all over you I know you want it (I know you want it) It's easy to see (it's easy to see) And in the back of your mind I know you should be fucking me (babe) Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha Don't cha Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha Don't cha Fight the feeling (fight the feeling) Leave it alone (leave it alone) 'Cause if it ain't love It just ain't enough to leave my happy home Let's keep it friendly (let's keep it friendly) You have to play fair (you have to play fair) See I don't care But I know she ain't gonna want to share Hmm, don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? (like me) Don't cha (don't you, baby) Don't cha (alright, sweety) Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? (raw) Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha Don't cha, don't chat, don't chat, don't chat, don't chat

Uh, thinkin' out loud I must have a quarter million on me right now Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money Two things I'm 'bout is talkin' blunt and staying blunted Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh? We should all disappear right now Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh? You see the fleet of all the new things Cop cars with the loose change All white like I move things Niggas see me rollin' and their mood change Like a motherfucker New flow, I got a dozen of 'em I don't trust you, you are undercover I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other Talkin' filets with the truffle butter Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it Yeah, they all get what they desire from it What, tell them niggas we ain't hidin' from it You used to call me on my cell phone Late night when you need my love Call me on my cell phone Late night when you need my love And I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing And I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing Ever since I left the city you Got a reputation for yourself now Everybody knows and I feel left out Boy, you got me down, you got me stressed out

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up? Young Money Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back Them AMG 63’s (Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga) I tell all my hoes, rake it up Break it down, back it up Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up I tell all my hoes, rake it up Break it down, back it up Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr) 20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I'm that nigga (I am) I said I'm that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it) I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I'm a storm (aye) VVS in my charm, that's a Roc-A-Fella chain I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame I'm at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay) Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr) She gon' fuck it up, fuck it up, she don't need makeup (makeup) She gon' rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up) She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait) Ask God to forgive me (why) 'cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy I tell all my hoes, rake it up Break it down, back it up Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up I tell all my hoes, rake it up Break it down, back it up Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up Yo, yo Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China Lil' bad trini bitch but she mixed with China Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo) I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check) Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound I'mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I'm a bad bitch, I'mma throw fits on it (fits) I'mma bust it open, I'mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)

Oh, hey Yeah, it's Breezy Yeah, yeah, yeah Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'Rari Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party When I'm with my clique, we know how to party How to party, yeah, we know how to party How to party, yeah, we know how to party How to party, yeah, we know how to party How to party, yeah, we know how to party Bitches dancin' naked in my livin' room She straight out of college, just turned 22 Girl, get your money up, I ain't even mad at you Got you all on me, makin' these niggas catchin' attitudes Tell 'em don't start it, my niggas retarded Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin' It's my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'Rari Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party When I'm with my clique, we know how to party How to party, yeah, we know how to party How to party, yeah, we know how to party How to party, yeah, we know how to party How to party, yeah, we know how to party How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go? How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go? How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go? How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go? [sped up] HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO? [Ludacris - Verse 1] Hahaha, LUDA! She can go lower than I ever really thought she could - Face down - {ASS UP!} The top of yo' booty jigglin outcho' jeans, baby pull yo' pants up! I like it when I see you do it, better than I've ever seen I done befo' A lot of, women, drop it to the ground, but HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? Lower, than yo', mama's, ever, seen it, in her, life-time Never, would of i-magined it, not even in her right mind Practice in front of that mirror, now you, doin it, on the dance flo' Mad 'cause I can't get wit you, "Chick, just show me how to dance" {OHH!!!} I may not wanna get low, so I'm posted up kinda like a playa do But if you come to the crib, then I'll might show you girls a thang or two Yeah, I think you a superstar, wit a ass like that you GOTTA blow Befo' you make it big, there’s just one thing that I gotta know

Let's Go Bounce that ass up and down to the floor Shake that shit till you can't no more Twerk that monkey, lemme see you get low Freak that nigga till your shit get sore Bounce that ass up and down to the floor Shake that shit till you can't no more Twerk that monkey, lemme see you get low Freak that nigga till your shit get sore Bounce that ass till you can't no more Make your ass touch the floor like your legs are broke Take that big ol' booty girl and scrub the ground You can do it up and down and round and round As long as that pussy ain't stiff Dance and make all the niggaz look at that shit Like a stripper at a club in the ATL Lil bitch tore it up and started raisin hell I remember Magic City before the freakness Before the police started all the weak shit All them big hoes, get loose with it All them skinny hoes, let Bruce Bruce hit it Let a nigga fuck tonight Damn right bitch, fuck my wife You my slut for life You know all I do, is count that cash I won't charge you as long as you bounce that ass Bounce that ass up and down to the floor Shake that shit till you can't no more Twerk that monkey, lemme see you get low Freak that nigga till your shit get sore Bounce that ass up and down to the floor Shake that shit till you can't no more Twerk that monkey, lemme see you get low Freak that nigga till your shit get sore Biatch Biatch Shake that monkey I bet she can't wiggle like with a dick in her Have a motor booty contest and pick a winner When she runnin', you never see a hoe come in last She's so fast she's got a 454 in her ass You never gonna win that race Put on a seatbelt and don't let her sit on your face She might kill you in the morning at 2:14 Doin' the pussy pop like she from New Orleans It's been a while more than 10 years past When you close your eyes you can still see her ass Her momma used to dance like that Bouncin' that ass with her hands on her back I saw her grandmomma do it with a baby in her arms Put her hand on a car and started swingin' it hard Every nigga at the party want to get with the bitch Look like she was fucking an invisible dick Bounce that ass up and down to the floor Shake that shit till you can't no more Twerk that monkey, lemme see you get low Freak that nigga till your shit get sore Bounce that ass up and down to the floor Shake that shit till you can't no more Twerk that monkey, lemme see you get low Freak that nigga till your shit get sore You don't have to be naked to dance like a stripper Just wiggle that tail like your name is flipper Do it like a dolphin on top of the water Take it down to the ground and pop it harder You been hangin' around them pimps again Got ya gangsta walkin' like in Memphis, Tenn Get it girl, I like the way you bounce She must have learned that deep down way in the south You from the west coast where you learned to do that dance I'm about to stick my dick through the back of your pants I wouldn't pass up a chance to grip your cheeks Fall in that ass and keep me for a week Now all that booty, is that for me It's lookin' so fat, we at the party Lets hit the bar and drink, Tequilla shots Find a spot on the floor, lemme see it drop Bounce that ass up and down to the floor Shake that shit till you can't no more Twerk that monkey lemme see you get low Freak that nigga till your shit get sore Bounce that ass up and down to the floor Shake that shit till you can't no more Twerk that monkey lemme see you get low Freak that nigga till your shit get sore Now put your ass on his dick Let him know you the baddest lil bitch Put your hand on your clit Ask him do he like that shit The way you move your butt All he want to do is fuck Outside him and you in the truck Sex so good you can't do it enough Now put your ass on his dick Let him know you the baddest lil bitch Put your hand on your clit Ask him do he like that shit The way you move your butt All he want to do is fuck Outside him and you in the truck Sex so good you can't do it enough Bounce that ass bitch Bounce that ass bitch Bounce that ass bitch Short dog in the house Just bounce that ass Bounce that ass Shake that monkey, hoe Shake that monkey, hoe Shake that monkey, hoe Shake that monkey Biatch

Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (yeah, yeah, yeah) Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (it's lit) Whatever I downed, it got me goin' crazy (yah) Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (alright) I was hot as hell up in the heat (yeah, yeah) Then this storm came in to save my life Meditate, just got down on my knees (straight up) Out of nowhere, you came here to stay the night In the nighttime (woo, yeah) Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (rollin') Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (oh no) Niggas femalin', they excelling (yeah) Are they intelli'? (what you tellin'?) We propellin', up top with Ellen, uh (with the choppers) Kill the jealous with propane repellent Got me goin' crazy (it's lit) On tour, we'll tell 'em, we bought the section (gang) They keep on callin' up, it's getting hectic like we projected So we cut the plug, he's interjected (got me goin' crazy) Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (yeah, yeah, yeah) Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (it's lit) Whenever I’m down, it got me goin' crazy (yah) Psychedelics got me goin' crazy I was hot as hell up in the heat (yeah, yeah) Then this storm came in to save my life Meditate, just got down on my knees (straight up) Out of nowhere, you came here to stay the night In the nighttime (woo, yeah) Got me goin' crazy Ok, I been up for some days, I ain't got time to lay Just to drown out all these thoughts, I tried all kind of things If I take you to my past you will be traumatized Got a thousand kids outside that's tryna come alive '99, took AstroWorld, it had to relocate Told the dogs I'd bring it back, it was a seal of faith Before no car note, baby girl, she played the tourist guide Got the keys into my city, now she know the rides Got new money, got new problems, got new enemies When you make it to the top, it's the amenities Packin' out Toyota like I'm in the lead And it ain't a mosh pit if ain't no injuries I got 'em stage divin' out the nose bleeds And she hit that booger, sugar 'til her nose bleed Bounce that shit forever, she on both knees She was talkin' 'bout forever got a whole week But she know my baby mama is a trophy She be throwing up them B's feel like we both bleed She keep my dick jumpin up, feel like I'm Moby I'm way too gold for this beef, feel like I'm Kobe Yeah, this right here is astronomical I see you picked up all my ways, I feel responsible They tryna say that all my problems is improbable They keep itching at my spit, I’m diabolical You feel me?