Ludacris Get Off Me (feat. Pastor Troy) lyrics

What? What? What? What?
(What? What? What? What?)
I, I, I, I
(I, I, I, I)

Okay, come on, what
What? What? What? What?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oohh)

Get off me but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
Get off me but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play

You wanna rush me
You can't touch me, trust me
'Cuz you weigh too dusty
And rusty, and busted

You betta' shop that
Make you pop up from lock up
But you tell your folks to hold
You're jack up to back up
(To back up)

I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room
It ain't nothin'
A, a watch out watch out, boom
Call me the hit man
'Cuz I make you wanna call time-out
Then I make your mom cry-out
When I take your ho fine-out


Then watch me take ya' and fake ya'
And shake ya', and break ya'
And see you on hold until you make her
You should give up now for talkin' shit like that
But then you noting, you garbag
You betta' watch ya' back

Get off me but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play

(Okay, okay, now)
It's the pastor, [unverified] her, showin' my move
Up in that 2000 excursion
Ridein' on 22's, I hear da' boom

But booms just get more crunk
It's the DSGB foreva'
We ridein' on pump
I stuck or did I fake punk? I'm in dea
(UN, huh)

I think I take a [unverified]
Or you can pretend to be homey
[Unverified] as soon they get off me

Get off me but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
Get off me but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play