Ludacris - Jump Off The G4 lyrics

Jump off the G4 we can meet out side What you gon' do? Jump off the G4 we can meet out side What you gon' do? Jump off the G4 we can meet out side What you gon' do? Jump off the G4 we can meet out side [Ludacris] I say look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane It's Luda and a hawk at 700 getting brain Automatic pilot automatic dough Jump off the G4 we can meet out side I said look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane It's Luda and a hawk at 700 getting brain Automatic pilot automatic dough b**hes on a**ignment automatic hoes Press the start bu*ton let the games begin Real recognize real let the lames pretend What you see is what you get when Luda's rapping If I say then I've done or it's about to happen But I've said that before now I'm back to snapping I'm an eight figure n***a and that's just off rapping So Imma tell you something different and I just might slap'em Pour belvy on the n***a then I just might jack'em Get it? A little deeper than the average mind My watch lasts a little longer than the average time ‘Cause I never been average I'm further above If you've got chicks on your dick mines are further in love You got a crew that be snapping? Yeah me too n***a you like rapping? Yeah me too You got a wad full of cash? Yeah me too Got a blunt full of hash? Yeah me too [I-20] You keep a squad in the hood n***a? Yeah me too You got a dash full of wood n***a? Yeah me too You got a pocket full of stones n***a? Yeah me too You keep on repping for your zone n***a? Yeah me too Dealer b**h yeah I'm back ignorant rap sh** And I got hype man but they ain't here to do adlibs So go ahead and judge a n***a ‘cause I say I so white Life's a craps game I stay screaming out hold dice Tell G bet the house on me you heard what I said Tell these n***as down on border man I can cover the spread Yea they coming for my head but I ain't made it that big I got a hair trigger n***a that can split your wig Right! Ya'll the et cetera whatever I can brag about All that local bullsh** ya'll love to hear us rap about n***as got a drought so ya'll can't serve it at home Tell ya shooters we can cover it we got us a zone And yea I'm good with this f**ing shorty that's no lie I make a straight girl cry, turn a dyke b**h bi Twenty-eight no backpacking but I'll flip this pack My desert eagle is a puncher ‘cause it push sh** back