Текст (слова) песни: Greg Street f Ludacris - 6 O`Clock Vol. 1
[* People talking in the background *]
[Ludacris talking] Yeah, they never seen that shit comin` Greg Street and Ludacris, Georgia to Texas All over y`all ass Dirty South nigga, 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 ass in spandex is a turn-off bitch It`s not right like chapped lips if you givin` some mouth Niggas 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 fuck Cause that`s change in my pocket, 45 I cock it Click before I spit then it`s time to scram Bought a Cutlass on dubs, colored candy yams And that`s bowling ball paint so I roll the lane Keep a poker face bitch and I fold the game On a come up, get done up and it`s time to creep Freestyle motherfucker, nightmare on Greg Street
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