Pastor Troy - Get Off Me lyrics

What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what) I (i), i (i), i (i), i (i) OK, come on, what [Ludacris & Pastor Troy] What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what) Oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh) [Chorus: x2] Get off me, but I'm on you all day Get off me, I don't think you wanna play You wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me Cause you way too dusty, and rusty, and musty You better shop that make you pop up from lock up But you tell your folks to hold you're jack up to back up (to back up) I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room It ain't nothing A a watch out watch out, boom Call me the hit man, cause I make you wanna call time-out Then I make your mom cry-out, when I take your whole spine out Then watch me take ya, and fake ya, and shake ya, and break ya And see you on home to your maker You should give up now for talking sh** like that But then you nothing, you garbage you better watch ya' back [Chorus] (OK, OK now) Now it's the Pastor, shook 'em, showing my moves I'm in that 2000 excursion Riding on 22's, I hear the boom But booms just get me more crunk It's the DSGB forever Riding on pump I stunk, or did I say stunk, I meant stank I think I'll take it please, or in another coffee break You ain't, but you can pretend to be homey I'm stiff arming these busters just as soon they get on me [Chorus: x2]