| Song | Get Off Me |
| Artist | Ludacris |
| Album | Incognegro |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Chorus: | |
| Get off me | |
| But I on you all day | |
| Get off me | |
| I don think you wanna play | |
| Verse 1: | |
| You wanna rush me | |
| You cant touch me trust me | |
| Cause you way too dusty and rusty and musty | |
| Just hold this shop up Ima make you pop up and lock up | |
| Betta tell your friend to hold your jock up | |
| You back up | |
| You back up I? ready so sit down or go to your room | |
| It ain nothing | |
| A watch out boom | |
| Call me the hitman cause Il make you | |
| Wanna call time out | |
| Then Il make your mom cry out | |
| When I take your whole spine out | |
| Then watch me take ya | |
| And fake ya | |
| And shake ya | |
| And break ya | |
| And send you on home to your maker | |
| You should give up now for talking shit like that | |
| Brother your nothing, your garbage better watch your back | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Verse 2: | |
| OK now it the pastor jookin m | |
| Showin my moves | |
| Up in that 2000 Excursion riding on 22 | |
| I hear the boo | |
| But boo just get me more crunk | |
| DSGB forever | |
| We riding on punks | |
| I thunk oh did I say thunk I meant thank | |
| I think Il take the bleezo and another cup to drank | |
| You ain but you can pretend to be homie | |
| I stiff arming this busters just as soon as | |
| They got on me | |
| (Chorus) |
| Chorus: | |
| Get off me | |
| But I on you all day | |
| Get off me | |
| I don think you wanna play | |
| Verse 1: | |
| You wanna rush me | |
| You cant touch me trust me | |
| Cause you way too dusty and rusty and musty | |
| Just hold this shop up I ma make you pop up and lock up | |
| Betta tell your friend to hold your jock up | |
| You back up | |
| You back up I? ready so sit down or go to your room | |
| It ain nothing | |
| A watch out boom | |
| Call me the hitman cause I l make you | |
| Wanna call time out | |
| Then I l make your mom cry out | |
| When I take your whole spine out | |
| Then watch me take ya | |
| And fake ya | |
| And shake ya | |
| And break ya | |
| And send you on home to your maker | |
| You should give up now for talking shit like that | |
| Brother your nothing, your garbage better watch your back | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: | |
| OK now it the pastor jookin m | |
| Showin my moves | |
| Up in that 2000 Excursion riding on 22 | |
| I hear the boo | |
| But boo just get me more crunk | |
| DSGB forever | |
| We riding on punks | |
| I thunk oh did I say thunk I meant thank | |
| I think I l take the bleezo and another cup to drank | |
| You ain but you can pretend to be homie | |
| I stiff arming this busters just as soon as | |
| They got on me | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus: | |
| Get off me | |
| But I on you all day | |
| Get off me | |
| I don think you wanna play | |
| Verse 1: | |
| You wanna rush me | |
| You cant touch me trust me | |
| Cause you way too dusty and rusty and musty | |
| Just hold this shop up I ma make you pop up and lock up | |
| Betta tell your friend to hold your jock up | |
| You back up | |
| You back up I? ready so sit down or go to your room | |
| It ain nothing | |
| A watch out boom | |
| Call me the hitman cause I l make you | |
| Wanna call time out | |
| Then I l make your mom cry out | |
| When I take your whole spine out | |
| Then watch me take ya | |
| And fake ya | |
| And shake ya | |
| And break ya | |
| And send you on home to your maker | |
| You should give up now for talking shit like that | |
| Brother your nothing, your garbage better watch your back | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: | |
| OK now it the pastor jookin m | |
| Showin my moves | |
| Up in that 2000 Excursion riding on 22 | |
| I hear the boo | |
| But boo just get me more crunk | |
| DSGB forever | |
| We riding on punks | |
| I thunk oh did I say thunk I meant thank | |
| I think I l take the bleezo and another cup to drank | |
| You ain but you can pretend to be homie | |
| I stiff arming this busters just as soon as | |
| They got on me | |
| Chorus |