| Lyrics: | (feat. Ludacris, Wildstyle)
[Intro: Twista (Ludacris)]
Yeah, you know
it's about to go down right?
(Yeeah!) Got to let them know who is this? (Ludacris!)
And who
else nigga? (Twista, wooo, ahhh!)
Uh, uh (check it out)
[Verse 1:
Ludacris]
Sometimes I think that I got to see a little bit of brighter days
Cause I confine
myself to a city near you in a solid cage
And you could look to the left or the right but I'm
trapped on center stage
And I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my
ways
I still hear a fool and I track them, distract them, and whack them
Jack a nigga for
the day to days and I yak them, attack them, and sack them
Get a weapon and I crack his brain
cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
And it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters, and
crawlers, and hoes
But I'm a pimp at night, so talk shit and I'm a lift them up off of they
toes
With a street sweeper regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's
In a two-seater, Ludacris
and Twista with bags of dro
Smoking, choking, get them open, croaking
It's so potent - I'm
hoping to keep on floating
Soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm high
I'm seeing lions,
and tigers and bears - oh my!
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm felling
good
I'm weapon-concealing, stealing my neighborhood
Would, could, and should break a nigga
off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough)
You caused some
vapors and I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm home
Give me the microphone, and fools is
like, "leave me alone!"
[Chorus: Twista]
Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
drunk
If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it
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