[* 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