Yea, special edition
Rock and roll, it's Ludacris, yea
It's Sum 41 baby, here's another one
Get back, it's another, (studio audience) it's another one
(Yeek-yeek-woop-woop) Why you all in my ear?
Talkin' a whole bunch a shit that I ain't tryin to hear
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
(Yeek-yeek-woop-woop) I ain't playin' around
Make one false move, I'll take you down
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
S-s-so, come on, come on, Don't get swung on, swung on
It's the knick-knack-patty-whack still riding Cadillacs
Family off the streets, made the homies put the baggies back
I'm still stackin' plaques (yep)
Still action-packed (yep)
And dope, I keep it flippin' like acrobats
That's why I pack a mack, that'll crack a back
'Cause on my waist there's more heat than the shaq-attack
But I ain't speakin' about ballin-ballin
Jus' thinkin' about brawlin' 'til y'all start ballin'
We all in together now, birds of a feather now
Jus' bought a plane so we change in the weather now
So put your brakes on, caps put your capes on
And knock off your block, get dropped, and have your face blown
'Cause I'll prove it, scratch off the music
Like hey little stupid, don't make me lose it
(Yeek-yeek-woop-woop) Why you all in my ear?
Talkin' a whole bunch a shit that I ain't tryin to hear
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
(Yeek-yeek-woop-woop) I ain't playin' around
Make one false move, I'll take you down
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
I came (I came)
I saw (I saw)
I hit him right dead in the jaw (in the jaw)
I came (I came)
I saw (I saw)
I hit him right dead in the jaw (in the jaw)
I came (I came)
I saw (I saw)
I hit him right dead in the jaw (in the jaw)
I came (I came)
I saw (I saw)
I hit him right dead in the jaw (in the jaw)
You see I caught him with a right hook, caught him with a jab
Caught him with an upper cut, kicked him in his head
Sent him on his way 'cause I ain't for that talk
And no trips to the county, I ain't for that walk
We split like 2 pins at the end of a lane
We'll knock out your spotlight and put an end to your fame
Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo' chain
And put the booty of a swish at the end of a flame
(Yeek-yeek-woop-woop) Why you all in my ear?
Talkin' a whole bunch a shit that I ain't tryin to hear
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
(Yeek-yeek-woop-woop) I ain't playin' around
Make one false move, I'll take you down
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
Hey, you want what with me
I'm a tell you one time, don't fuck with me!
Get down 'cause ain't got nothin' to lose
And I'm havin a bad day don't make me take it out on you
Hey, you want what with me
I'm a tell you one time, don't fuck with me
Get down 'cause ain't got nothin' to lose
And I'm havin a bad day, don't make me take it out on you
Man, 'cause I don't wanna do that
I wanna have a good time and enjoy my Jack
Sit back and watch the women get drunk as hell
So I can wake up in the morning with a story to tell
I know it's been a little while since I've been out the house
Now I'm here, you wanna stand around runnin' yo' mouth?
I can't hear nothing you sayin' or spittin', so whassup?
Don't you see we in the club, man shut the fuck up!
(Yeek-yeek-woop-woop) Why you all in my ear?
Talkin' a whole bunch a shit that I ain't tryin to hear
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
(Yeek-yeek-woop-woop) I ain't playin' around
Make one false move, I'll take you down
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
Get back mother fucker, you don't know me like that
We in the red light district
(What) We in the red light district
Sum 41 (in the red light district)
Yes, and Ludacris (in the red light district
It's the rock and roll version (red light district)
It's the red light district (the red light district)
So here, sit back (it's the red light district)
I'll be done today
It started a piece (the red light district)
Lil' faith, baby! What up!
That should be cool man
All you gotta do is mix it down
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