The Potion
Ludacris Song Lyrics

What up aye shawty what it is

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[Chorus]

Lil buddy watch you want some violent shit 2 stepping laid back still wilding shit what up

Aye baby I got the potion take a sip of this and put yo back in motion

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[Verse 1]

Man I'm like a needle in a haystack so face that going back to the drawing board connect dots

But can't trace that matta fact erase that cause I'm this late track get you face slapped and I'm

Straight so don't taste that try something different and shit I'm listening and shit speaking about

What hip-hop missing and shit I'm bout to fill a void ludacris born in illinois raised 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-skinned with braids in

His hair don't mean that nigga look like me trick get you mind right living in a limelight so

Picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a klondike bar bar hardy hard tell yo mama I'm a ghetto

Superstar

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[Verse 2]

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 I'mma slip not born to be a leader and not no not a follower only hang wit chicks that got mo

Twist than oliver and I'mma 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 I'm at then I'm in the wrong place bells like a bondsman but keep 'em dancing got pop potential stay black

Like bob johnson who the hell is that in that fancy car tell yo mama I'm a ghetto superstar

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[Verse 3]

Jump down turn around

Pick a bale of cotton

Jump down turn around

Pick a bale of hay

Oh lordy pick a bale of cotton

Oh lordy pick a bale of hay

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Still working like a slave

Learning tricks in the trade in the 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 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 nothing missing to say but

[Chorus]