Get off me but I'm on you all day
Up in that 2000 excursion
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
'Cuz I make you wanna call time-out
But you tell your folks to hold
And rusty, and busted
Okay, come on, what
Then I make your mom cry-out
A, a watch out watch out, boom
It's the DSGB foreva'
(UN, huh)
You're jack up to back up
(I, I, I, I)
I stuck or did I fake punk? I'm in dea
Get off me but I'm on you all day
Or you can pretend to be homey
Ridein' on 22's, I hear da' boom
You should give up now for talkin' shit like that
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
(What? What? What? What?)
It's the pastor, [unverified] her, showin' my move
I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room
Get off me but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
You wanna rush me
I, I, I, I
And shake ya', and break ya'
I think I take a [unverified]
And see you on hold until you make her
'Cuz you weigh too dusty
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Unverified] as soon they get off me
When I take your ho fine-out
Get off me but I'm on you all day
Call me the hit man
Make you pop up from lock up
Get off me but I'm on you all day
You betta' shop that
But booms just get more crunk
What? What? What? What?
Songwriters: Chris Bridges, Jermaine Dupri, Mikah Troy
Publishers: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., LUDACRIS MUSIC PUBLISHING INC, SO SO DEF MUSIC
But then you noting, you garbag
It ain't nothin'
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
We ridein' on pump
(Okay, okay, now)
(To back up)
You betta' watch ya' back
Then watch me take ya' and fake ya'
You can't touch me, trust me
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
What? What? What? What?
(Oh, oh, oh, oohh)