I hate it when it's too many niggaz

(Not enough hoes)

Too many rookies

(Not enough pros)

The game got switched on some Ludacris ***

So all ya'll can ***, bitch! Too many niggaz

(Not enough hoes)

Too many rookies

(Not enough pros)

The game got switched on some Ludacris ***

So all ya'll can ***, bitch! I got a real life miracle Ludacris lyrical fool

We dirty south shut yo mouth we rock tools

No holds barred but obey the block rules

Cock tools put chlorine in record pools

Are there anyone like ya?

(Hell naw!)

I treat humans like students

(Fail ya'll)

So turn ya book 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' something) Get out the booth and lemme tell you the truth

We kick down doors

Save all the H20 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 skinded nigga turn red but get green

Inhale some of that dro but blow steam

Love a combination big ass and tight jeans 'Coz it's too many niggaz

(Not enough hoes)

Too many rookies

(Not enough pros)

The game got switched on some Ludacris ***

So all ya'll can ***, bitch! Too many niggaz

(Not enough hoes)

Too many rookies

(Not enough pros)

The game got switched on some Ludacris ***

So all ya'll can ***, bitch! (Man you done lost yo mind)

No I've lost my virginity

And I shot quick

Like that nigga shot Kennedy

What's the remedy Hennessey Coke

If you cut all your money you'd still be half broke

Ashes to ashes, smoke or get smoked

We come by the masses you come and get choked

If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke

Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope So now we eatin' lobster shrimp and things

'N watch for impostors that's been in the game

We invented the game and ya'll just got here

(Man what's that smell)

Probably yo upper lip

'Cause I love to walk around like my *** don't stink

Even if it's cigars and that purple color dank

Chillin' in the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks

So put this in yo jaw like wieners and beef franks 'Coz it's too many niggaz

(Not enough hoes)

Too many rookies

(Not enough pros)

The game got switched on some Ludacris ***

So all ya'll can ***, bitch! Too many niggaz

(Not enough hoes)

Too many rookies

(Not enough pros)

The game got switched on some Ludacris ***

So all ya'll can ***, bitch! I put too much sugar in my kool-aid

And partied like a kid with a high top fade

Arrive to the show and I like to get paid

Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid

Ride up on my back like rugs and floor mats

I'm on the right page but what's my format

I wave to the ocean cause I'm where shores at

And women go nuts just like my bozack Did you know that?

Man I'm the gift of change

Electric stoves so give me the keys to the range

Sagadelic, beautiful but strange

Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flame

Rearrange same broad different night

Pass the E and J and let a nigga get right

The bomb threat dude that's on the same flight

The highlight's that I live a high ass life 'Coz it's too many niggaz

(Not enough hoes)

Too many rookies

(Not enough pros)

The game got switched on some Ludacris ***

So all ya'll can ***, bitch! Too many niggaz

(Not enough hoes)

Too many rookies

(Not enough pros)

The game got switched on some Ludacris ***

So all ya'll can ***, bitch!