Greg Street - Beat Box lyrics

[* People talking in the background *] [Ludacris talking] Yeah, they never seen that sh** comin' Greg Street and Ludacris, Georgia to Texas All over y'all a** Dirty South n***a, check it [Ludacris] Now I'm an honest ho and all my hoes is honest Luda make you brace yourself like orthodontist I'm hooked on chronic and Smirnoff twist But know a** in spandex is a turn-off b**h It's not right like chapped lips if you givin' some mouth n***as want me on a song so I give em' the South Thirty a verse, cars just for sixteen bars And that's before I did this, so it probably went up Eighty thousand dollar bonds, I ain't givin' a f** Cause that's change in my pocket, 45 I co*k it Click before I spit then it's time to scram Bought a Cutla** on dubs, colored candy yams And that's bowling ball paint so I roll the lane Keep a poker face b**h and I fold the game On a come up, get done up and it's time to creep Freestyle motherf**er, nightmare on Greg Street