The Potion

歌手: Ludacris • 专辑:The Red Light District • 发布时间:2004-01-01
作词 : Tim Mosley/Chris Bridges
 作曲 : Tim Mosley/Chris Bridges
What  up  hye  shawty  what  it  is
repeat 3x]
CHORUS]
Lil Buddy what you want some violent shit 2steppin laid back still wildin shit what's up
aye  baby  I  got  the  potion  Take  a  sip  of  this  and  put  yo  back  in  motion
repeat 1x]
VERSE 1]
Man  I'm  like  a  needle  in  a  haystack  so  face  that  goin  back  to  the  drwing  board  connect  dots
but  can't  trace  that  Matta  fact  erase  that  cause  I'm  this  late  track  getcha  face  slapped  and  I'm
straight so don't taste that try somethin different and shit I'm listenin and shit speakin about
what hip-hop missin and shit I'm bout to feel aboard Ludacris born in illinois raisd in Atlanta
taught  hamma  since  I  was  a  little  boy  ain't  nobody  like  me  so  they  wanna  fight  me  fight  me  step
to  me  now  but  it  ain't  like  me  people  swear  they  sike  me  just  cause  he  like  skippy  wit  braids  in
his hair don't mean that bitch 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  imma  ghetto
superstar
CHORUS]
VERSE 2]
Only 75I  make  but  still  a  bigshot  plus  i  gotta  big  clean  everyday  stay  fresher  than  whats  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  slip  not  Born  to  be  a  leader  and  not  no  not  a  follower  only  hang  wit  chicks  that  got  mo
twist  than  Oliver  And  imma  tell  my  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  ladys  that  like  to
jiggle  like  jello  man  bigger  booty  small  waist  put'me  in  a  small  place  and  if  it  ain't  no  ass
where  im  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  imma  ghetto  superstar
CHORUS]
VERSE 3]
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
repeat 1x]
Still  workin  like  a  slave
Learnin  tricks  in  da  trade  in  da  ghetto  state  of  mind  till  im  rich  and  I'm  paid  pickin  records
Like  cotton  in  the  thick  of  the  day
Till  I'm  spoiled  and  I'm  rotten  and  they  send  us  away  life  no  different  that  ozar  minimum  wage
mo  money  but  still  locked  in  a  similar  cage  either  losers  of  tomorrow  Now  just  that  and  theres
really  nothin  missin  to  say  but
CHORUS]
📥 下载LRC歌词 📄 下载TXT歌词

支持卡拉OK同步显示,可用记事本编辑