Yeah, come see this nigga Come see this ol' light-skinned motherfucker I seen him and I'm addicted Disturbing tha Peace is the clique Please tell these fake-ass niggas who you are I be that nigga named Luda Alert! Alert! it's the ATLien intruder College Park Waterboy, spit in the c-cooler I Jam till they Def, they call me Slick Dick the Ruler Women, indeed! Keep yo' eyes closed 'Bow blows, come on out them clothes, hoes Low-pros, low blows, watch out for the po-pos And I chose to be that number-one contender Southern offender, fucking up your whole agenda When I walk, you try to run; when I run, you try to hide You skate at the snap of my fingers; call me Golden Glide It's you and I, do or die, who am I? I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm Sly Oh, why try? You one of them niggas that like to cheat death And I'm one of them niggas That rip out Excursions till there's no seats left You shit out wheat Chex, and fart out deep breaths While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks Who, that nigga 'Cris? Aww, that nigga's aight That nigga can't fuck with me, though! Let me get on the mic Nigga, who the fuck are you, nigga? I be that nigga Bronze Bridges Players wanna ball but go on strike 'cause of my pitches They think I want they bitches But I don't want no pigeons; yeah, pigeons can scrub my dishes And y'all don't want no scrubs till y'all pull out y'all extensions Y'all in school detention and'll never come out Man, I'll cut your Achilles tendon and put a sock in your mouth 'Cause we the shit in the South, Fate know what I'm talking about You see we Jack and we Daniel, y'all Earl and Ralph 4-Ize, twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames Not even Joshua can come to war with these games These bitch niggas is lame and comin' down with the rain You all wet behind the ears but it's a drought in your brain And that's the simple and plain mayne, three-W dot, sh- "Man, that dude Luder's got some hotter-than-hot sh-" Well sh-sh-sh-shut the fuck up Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut the fuck up Hold on man, hold on, lil buddy Y'all talkin' 'bout shorty, man? Shorty up at the radio station, man? Shorty be popping, man! I'm saying, let the name be known! Who y'all talkin' 'bout? I be that nigga the Lova-Lova I'm nastier than thinking about your parents sex each other No glove, no love; better tell your dick to run for cover So when lightning strikes, you'll be safe on a few rubbers If you know what I mean! Not everybody's Mr. and Mrs. Clean Some get burnt like Freddy Krueger, sweet dreams Girls "Backin' they ass up," now they 400 Degreez, ha Hot girl, trying to give it to niggas up on the block, girl Have you screaming, "Stop, girl!" I rock worlds with my nine-inch Louisville slugger Still wonder why they call me Lova-Lova? Self-explanator-ium, ass valedictorian I bring 'em Back to the Future like a '85 DeLorean The Luda drug emporium; on the counter prescriptions You like my diction and my doctor nurse convention I place the stethoscope quite close to your titty And have your buttcheeks red, man, like Uncle Quilly See me! See me! CEO, D.T.P Infamous 2-0, Fate Forrester 4-Eezy Shondreezy on da beat Playaz Circle,Tity Boi College Park, nigga! Virgo, nigga! What-what! Ah, ah-ah, ah Ah, ah