Ludacris - Potion lyrics
What up aye shawty what it is What up aye shawty what it is What up aye shawty what it is Lil Buddy whatcha want Some violent sh** 2 stepping laid back still wildin' sh** What up Aye baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion Man I'm like a needle in a haystack so face that goin back To the drawing board connect dots But can't trace that Matter fact erase that cause I'm this late track Get ya face slapped and I'm Straight so don't taste that try somthin Different and sh** I'm listenin and sh** Speaking about What hip-hop missin and sh** I'm bout to feel a void Ludacris born in illinois Raised in Atlanta Taught hamma since I was a little boy Ain't nobody like me So they want to bite me fight me step To me now but it ain't like me People swear they sike me Just cause he's light-skinded with braids in His hair don't mean that n***a look like me Trick getcha mind right livin in a limelight So Picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a kondike Bar Bar hardy hard tell yo mama I'ma ghetto Superstar Lil Buddy whatcha want Some violent sh** 2 stepping laid back still wildin' sh** What up Aye baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion Only standin 5'8 I make but still a bigshot Plus I gotta big Clean everyday stay fresher than what's in A ziploc Tell yo man to kick rocks When I make my pit stops I'm in then its hard to get me out Like imma slipknot Born to be a leader and not no not a follower Only hang wit chicks that got mo Twist than Oliver Not much of a hollower Would I like to borrow her lips Bringing out the best In me specially if she's a swallower Freaky-deaky yellow man To all the lovely ladies that like to Jiggle like jello man Bigger booty small waist Put'me in a small place And if it ain't no a** Where I'm at then I'm in the wrong place Bells like a bondsman But keep'em dancin Like Bob Johnson who da hell is that in that fancy car Tell yo mama I'ma ghetto superstar Lil Buddy whatcha want Some violent sh** 2 stepping laid back still wildin' sh** What up Aye baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion Jump down turn around Pick a bell of cotton Jump down turn around Pick a bell of hay Oh Lordy pick a bell of cotton Oh Lordy Pick a bell of hay Jump down turn around Pick a bell of cotton Jump down turn around Pick a bell of hay Oh Lordy pick a bell of cotton Oh Lordy Pick a bell of hay Still working like a slave Learnin tricks in da trade In da ghetto state of mind till I'm rich and I'm paid Picking records Like cotton in the thick of the day Till I'm spoiled and I'm rotten in a sinister way Life no different than those of minimum wage Mo money but still locked in a similar cage Either losers of tomorrow Now just that and there's Really nothing missing to say but Lil Buddy whatcha want Some violent sh** 2 stepping laid back still wildin' sh** What up Aye baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion