[Ludacris]

                    High my name's Ludacris and im high as girrafes (yeah)



                      And im close to the edge so your parents can come push me



                      I curse somuch just to get on they nerves



                      I got kids actin a fool from the traps to the birbs



                      My filthy mouf it wont fight cavities or beat plaque



                      So i shot the tooth fairy (aahhh) and took my old teeth back



                      I'll take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater



                      And make Government officials breath harder than Dark Vader



                      Its the chicken & the beer that make Luda keep rappin



                      But no pork on my fork i dont even speak pig Latin



                      I go fishen on my lake wit some bitches to bake



                      Plus i eat many MC's but i dont gain no weight



                      The number 1 cheif rocker clean out your rap lockers



                      Im as stiff as a board your more shook than maracas



                      But my tricks aint for kids if you dig em' you'll get smaked



                      I'll clap yah, i'll spring forward you far back (whoo)



                      Every album that i drop has got more than ten bangers (yeah)



                      Thats cause im a shot caller ya'll fools are crank yankers (bells)



                      Aint a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain



                      I get chicks from Portland Oregan to Portland Mayne 



                      Now i role up torpedoes, get blunted wit rastas



                      For a hefty fee im on your record like Bob Castas (yeah)



                      I own somany jerseys, im a throw-back mess



                      I hit the cleaners an tell em' "i want a full court press" (owe)



                      So mama toast yah glass while im countin my cash



                      Cause every single is a smash, im hot as a camals ass (ha)



                      The competition never just wanna admit that they lost



                      And that they last about as long as my part in The Wash



                      From your car to crack no one roles witchu 



                      One of MiniMe's shoes got more soul than you (ok)



                      So by the time you figur out why your record aint spinnin 



                      Im in the strip club smokin, wit Presedent Clinton (cough cough cough)



                      So stay of the long side-burns and gold teeth (teeth)



                      They make the mold of the penis and larger off me (me)



                      I'll be in another when i hit from the back (back)



                      Not to mention my refridgerators taller than Shaq (yeah)



                      So yippie ka ye yippie ya ya yo (yo), if you cant swim dont smoke my hydro (dro)



                      I've been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on



                      But alotta ya'll are more stuck up than tampons (whoo)



                      So wash all you sins away and stop playin (yeah)



                      If God's line is busy you might have to two way him (uh hmm)



                      And catch me in your back yard playin crokay



                      And im drunk im tellin kids "drugs are bad umm-kay"



                      Or watch me swing my chains at the Rascals of Peko



                      Got seven cars get on my rims at chrome depo



                      And people think im bad they say "ooh he's so evil"



                      Cause i go on blind dates with actual blind people (owe)



                      But my albums out the store, yours be on the shelf (uh hmm)



                      I heard you masterbate alot so ya'll keep to yourself



                      Cause these women want a man to stay up and stay strong



                      Like the NBA, you gotta play hard or go home



                      All that shit that ya'll talkin ya'll can pop it to them



                      Cause Ludacris will beat you down with a prosthetic limb



                      I'll put so deep in your ass that you can smell it



                      And your breath'll turn to Footlocker water repelant



                      Im the man i got money far as the eyes can see



                      And im in a group i split do wit me me and me



                      Somuch money in my jury that im damn near sorry



                      So ima trade my earings in, and get a Ferrari (whoo)



                      I buy cars wit straight cash, have meetins wit Donald Trump



                      Yall meet wit Honda, no payments for 12 months (uh huh)



                      Take a look at your life and no wonder your so sad



                      Ya'll put up wit more shit than a colostomy bag 



                      ha ha ha