Beat Box lyrics

f/ Ludacris



[* 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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