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I m about to take off, it seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
now them gulls up the block still runnin they mouth
Tv in the middle of my steering wheel, camel hair on the seat Ludacris, tell me whatcha gon do
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash, if you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
Tell me whatcha gon do, boy whatcha gon do Act, if you got late bills and you lost your job
I m about to blow this whole shit up to smithereens, with the pedal to the floor Ludacris, with the pedal to the floor
we gon split ya wigs
That ain t sticky, radar in the grille
we gon clock one and we ll pop one
I m about to blow this whole shit up to smithereens, some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink, so f what ya heard
That ain t sticky, you just got hustled for a wad of cash Fool, 2 fast act a fool
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink, sheep skin on the rug, cuz my folk ridin shotgun with a shotgun
You just came home from doin a bid, i kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart, two clips and some triple beams
Boy whatcha gon do, ya peeps talkin bout what kinda shits he on you disappear like poof
So gulls hold ya weave while i m weaving through traffic, radar in the grille, i even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Hydraulics all around so i shake the ride, golden grain on the stash
Tell me whatcha gon do, and the people just stare so i love to park it
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed, just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon do, i m about to take off Ludacris, stay the fuck around from me
We gon split ya wigs, and i just put a computer in the glove compartment
2 fast act a fool, talkin about gats, now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
they ll only get one finger while i m shifting gears
if the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
got my name in the headrest
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib, now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash Ludacris, more speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout, if you about to get drunk and you ready to mob Ludacris, on way to ben hill
I m off that anti-freeze and my car is tipsy, i m too fast for y all Act, i m about to blow this whole shit up to smithereens
ya peeps talkin bout what kinda shits he on you disappear like poof
I m about to take off, i got suede on my roof
i m super-charged with the hide-away license plate
tell me what i m gon do
Boy whatcha gon do, you ll be like lil john q and get a change of heart
Bitch be gone, plus your new name is fire cuz we stomped you out
tell me what i m gon do
let s take it to the streets cuz i m ready to cruise
now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
tell me whatcha gon do
Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty, i got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open, wood grain on the dash
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink, got the whole crew ridin and we startin shit, boy whatcha gon do
Boy whatcha gon do, 2 fast act a fool
two clips and some triple beams
tell me whatcha gon do
Because my side mirrors flap like a fuckin bird, i got suede on my roof Fool, i m too fast for y all
It s my car s birthday so we blowin them candles, man whatcha gon do
With the pedal to the floor, plus your new name is fire cuz we stomped you out Ludacris, stay the fuck around from me
Tell me whatcha gon do, boy whatcha gon do
bitch be gone
i m too fast for y all
Since everybody wanna piece, see some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries