Game Got Switched Ludacris

[Chorus]
I hate it when it's too many niggas (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)
Too many niggas (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)

[Verse 1]
I got a whip like Miracle; Ludacris lyrical, fool
We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels
No holds barred, but obey the block rules
Cock tools, put chlorine in record pools
("Are there any more like ya?") Hell naw
I treat humans like students—fail y'all
So turn ya books to page 69 (And start suckin')
When Organized drop the track (Then start duckin')
When Ludacris get in the bed (Start fuckin')
(You wanna be startin' sum'n') Get out the booth and lemme tell y'all the truth—we kick down doors
Save all the H2O for front rows
Live in the bank, and watch for stank hoes
Stay chromed out, and that's on- or off-road
(If you know what I mean) Proceed to stay clean
Light-skin'd-ed nigga turn red, but get green
Inhale some of that 'dro, but blow steam
Love a combination: big ass and tight jeans