So Thoro Ludacris

[Intro: Ludacris, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Haha
New York City, what up
Haha
New York City, what up (Gangsta!)
Haha (WeMix.com!)
New York City, what up (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Tri-State! (GangstaGrillz.com!)
Ha… (Talk to ‘em!)

[False Starts: Ludacris, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Ayo, I buy clothes, kicks, million-dollar whips (Yeah! Dr—Dr—)
Kimora Lee blew Chris a million-dollar ki—  (Ill!)
Ayo, I buy clothes, kicks— (Dr—Dr—Dr—)
I buy clothes, kicks, million-dollar— (DJ Drama, fuck these niggas up!)

[Verse 1: Ludacris, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
I buy clothes, kicks, million-dollar whips (Yeah)
Kimora Lee blew Chris a million-dollar kiss (Oh!)
Hug the street looking for a baby-fat booty (Woo)
I’m up in Magic City on baby-fat duty (Yeah)
Working like a slave (Slave), working like a Mexican
Theater of the Mind mixtape, here’s a specimen (Yeah)
Album coming soon (Soon), right around the corner (Oh)
They say that it’s a drought, like in Southern California (Woo)
I say that I’m here, no need to fear (Nope)
I give ‘em eargasms—stick my dick in they ear (Haha)
Cum through your speakers (Yeah), skeet on your stereo
Luda got chicks from Dallas to Ontario (Hey)
Just shot the movie Max Payne up in T-Dot (Yeah)
Hit Rasta P. like, “Nigga, where the weed spot?” (What up [?])
Show me to the green, show me to the scene (Yeah)
Roll up some maple leaves and show it to the team (Woo)
Smoking that kush, but never smoke cigarettes
Smoke so much weed, my mouth needs an emissions test, nigga!