(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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