I never used to snore in my sleep till this rap shit started Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it And y'all think I'm gon' stop? (Blow it out ya ass) In one year, I got rich, now life's moving so fast But being broke with no food is just a thing of the past Plus, I'm the new phenomenon, like white women wit' ass And y'all prayin' that I flop? (Blow it out ya ass) In New York, I buy clothing, in Cali, I get green In Atlanta, I get sleep, in Texas, I sip Lean All these rappers wanna know what I'm gettin' fo' sixteen Try eighty, want a discount? (Blow it out ya ass) See, in just six months, I infiltrated the system If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed 'em Niggas hate givin' me props 'cause I might use it against them C'mon, get Ludacris out (blow it out ya ass) If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home And if you mad that I'm right, punk, wish me wrong But after your three wishes (blow it out ya ass) If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home And if you mad that I'm right, punk, wish me wrong But after your three wishes (blow it out ya ass) It's time to saddle up the Tontos 'cause I'm the Lone Ranger I eat dinner with Jews, but don't talk to strangers I'm just a few albums from fillin' your disc-changer If you ever think of stoppin' me (blow it out ya ass) I'm a hustler by nature, but criminal by law Any charges set against me, choke it up 'n stand tall Next year, I'm lookin' into buyin' Greenbriar Mall (You probably own a lotta property) (blow it out ya ass) C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic balls Plus, his money keeps flowin', like Niagara Falls We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws I'm 'bout to go on vacation (blow it out ya ass) Shoutout to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a curve You mad 'cause I'm a thief and got a way with words I'ma start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves Pepsi's the New Generation (blow it out ya ass) If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home And if you mad that I'm right, punk, wish me wrong But after your three wishes (blow it out ya ass) If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home And if you mad that I'm right, punk, wish me wrong But after your three wishes (blow it out ya ass) My black people show me love when I'm up on the block And Latinos always waitin' for my CD's to drop White people love the flow, they say: Dude, you fucking rock Yo, fans are my fans, right? (Blow it out ya ass) So, find my album in the stores, and look for the white steam Rip it open, play it, and yo' mama might scream It's hard, other albums are softer than ice cream Your scans are my scans, right? (Blow it out ya ass) Now, Luda's throwin' up A's, and I'm lightin' up L's Around the globe getting paid, you home, bitin' yo' nails DTP, the only label that practice fightin' ourselves We probably gettin' on your nerves, huh? (Blow it out ya ass) I been eatin' and gettin' fat while y'all dyin' of hunger I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer Watch out, my album's puttin' up McDonald's numbers Yo, over 6 million served, huh? (Blow it out ya ass) If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home And if you mad that I'm right, punk, wish me wrong But after your three wishes (blow it out ya ass) If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home And if you mad that I'm right, punk, wish me wrong But after your three wishes (blow it out ya ass)