6 O`Clock Vol. 1 — текст песни (Greg Street 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