Ludacris The Potion Lyrics:
What up aye shawty what it is [Repeat 3x]

[Chorus]
Lil Buddy whatcha want some violent shit 2 steppin
laid back still wildin shit what up Aye baby I got
the potion Take a sip of this and put yo back in
motion [Repeat 2x]

[Verse 1]
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 Matta fact erase that cause I'm
this late track getcha face slapped and I'm
Straight so don't taste that try somthin different
and shit I'm listenin and shit speakin about What
hip-hop missin and shit I'm bout to fill a void
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's light-skinded with braids in His
hair don't mean that nigga look like me trick
getcha mind right livin in a limelight so Picture
what they'll do for my jimmy and a Klondike Bar
Bar hardy hard tell yo mama imma ghetto Superstar

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
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Only 75 I 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, and I'm sayin' hello 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 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 or we
winners today, Now just that and theres Really
nothin missin to say but

[Chorus]
Lyrics: The Potion, Ludacris [end]