Текст (слова) песни: Greg Street f Ludacris - Beat Box

 
[* 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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