????????? the potion – ludacris

???? : the potion

?????? : ludacris

????????? :

What up..

ay shawty what it is

What up

ay shawty what it is

What up

ay shawty what it is

(Chorus X 2)

Little buddy what you want

sum violent shit

Two steppin layd back still wild n shit

What up… hey baby i got the potion

Take a sip of this and put your back in motion

Man im like a needle in a haystack, so face that

Go back to the drawin board connect dot but cant trace that

Matter fact erase that

Cuz on this base track get your face slapped

and im straight so dont chase that

try somethin different n shit

so listen n shit

speakin about what hip-hop is missin n shit

Im about to fill a void

Ludacris born in Illinious, raise in Atlanta

Tote hammers since I was a little boy

Aint nobody like me, say they wanna bite me

Fight me, step to me now but it aint like me

People swear they sight me

Just cuz hes light skinned with braids in his hair

dont mean that nigga look like me’

Trick get your mind right, livin in the lime life

So picture what they’ll do for my jimmy and a klondike

Bar, bar, hardyhar, tell your momma im a Ghetto Superstar

(Chorus X 2)

Only stand 5 ‘8, but still a big shot

Plus i got a big

Clean every day, stay fresher then whats in a zip-lock

Tell your man to kick rocks, when i make my pit stops

Im in, then its hard to get me out like im a slipnot

Wanna be a leader and not, no not a follower

Only hang with chicks that got more twist then Oliver

Not much of a hollara but i like to borrow her lips

Bringin out the best in me, specially if shes a swollowa

Freaky deaky yellow man, and im sayin hello man

To all the lovely ladies that like to jiggle like jello man

Biger booty, small waist, put em’ in a small place

And if aint no ass where I’m at then im in the wrong place

Bail like a bondsman, but keep em dancin

Got pop potential stay black like Bob Johnson

Who the hell is that in that fancy car

Tell your momma im a Ghetto Superstar

(Chorus X 2)

Jump Down turn around pick a bale of cotton

Jump down turn around pick a bale of hay

Ohh lordy pick a bale of cotton

Ohh lordy pick a bale of hay

( X 2 )

Still workin like a slave learnin tricks of the trade

In a ghetto state of mind say im rich and im paid

Pickin records like cotton in the thick of the day

Till im spoiled and im rotten in a sinister way

Life no different then those all minimum wage

More money but still locked in a similar cage

Either losers of tomorrow, or we winners today

Now just that and theres really nothin missin to say but

(Chorus X 2)

Little buddy what you want

sum violent shit

Two steppin layd back still wild n shit

What up… hey baby i got the potion

Take a sip of this and put your back in motion

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