GOSSIP FOLKS(FEATURING LUDACRIS)

When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mama jamma god dammit muthafucka You ain't gotta like me I ain't stuntin these hoes Need to talk what ya know And stop talking bout who I'm stickin and lickin Just mad it ain't yours I know ya'll pull ya rope Ya'll job just hangin up coats Step to me get burnt like toast Muthafuckas adios amigos Ah ha pos los I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast... When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit I'm drivin I'm glidin I'm slidin These muthafuckas ask did you see it I'm grippin these curves Skert Did ya heard My leathers and and butters together like feathers Awk like a bird Chicken heads on the prowl Who you tryin to fuck now No ya ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack ya ass down I need my drum, bass, hi hats I need my snare, strings, horn yes I need my Tim side right left lzzy Gizzy look at here You don't go out my house shorty you just waitin to see Who I'm gone roll up in the club wit then report that next week Just wanna see who I am Or sniffin some coke I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio Once upon a time in college park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Chris Nobody paid him any mind nobody gave a shit Knowin he could rap nobody lent a hand So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD then he hit the block 50,000 sold 7 dollars a pop 0 to four Three years later Stepped out the swamp wit 10 an a half gators Now all around the world on the microphone He leave the booth smellin like Burberry cologne Still ridin chrome Got bitches in the kitchen never home alone And he's on the grind Please let me know if he's on ya mind And respect you'll give me Ludacris I live loud like Timmy Ugh I had to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not a tumor Gat up on my lad keep my head tucked tight Spray so I never let the bed bugs bite I'm hard to the core Core to the rotten We jumped down turn around pick up hella cotton Yah Yah