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Greg Street: Beat Box (feat. Ludacris) lyrics



f/ Ludacris







[* People talking in the background *]







[Ludacris talking]



Yeah, they never seen that shit comin'



Greg Street and Ludacris, Georgia to Texas



All over y'all ass



Dirty South nigga, check it







[Ludacris]



Now I'm an honest ho and all my hoes is honest



Luda make you brace yourself like orthodontist



I'm hooked on chronic and Smirnoff twist



But know ass in spandex is a turn-off bitch



It's not right like chapped lips if you givin' some mouth



Niggas want me on a song so I give em' the South



Thirty a verse, cars just for sixteen bars



And that's before I did this, so it probably went up



Eighty thousand dollar bonds, I ain't givin' a fuck



Cause that's change in my pocket, 45 I cock it



Click before I spit then it's time to scram



Bought a Cutlass on dubs, colored candy yams



And that's bowling ball paint so I roll the lane



Keep a poker face bitch and I fold the game



On a come up, get done up and it's time to creep



Freestyle motherfucker, nightmare on Greg Street