[Intro: Ludacris, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Haha
New York City, what up
Haha
New York City, what up (Gangsta!)
Haha (WeMix.com!)
New York City, what up (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Tri-State! (GangstaGrillz.com!)
Ha… (Talk to ‘em!)

[False Starts: Ludacris, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Ayo, I buy clothes, kicks, million-dollar whips (Yeah! Dr—Dr—)
Kimora Lee blew Chris a million-dollar ki—  (Ill!)
Ayo, I buy clothes, kicks— (Dr—Dr—Dr—)
I buy clothes, kicks, million-dollar— (DJ Drama, fuck these n***as up!)

[Verse 1: Ludacris, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
I buy clothes, kicks, million-dollar whips (Yeah)
Kimora Lee blew Chris a million-dollar kiss (Oh!)
Hug the street looking for a baby-fat booty (Woo)
I’m up in Magic City on baby-fat duty (Yeah)
Working like a slave (Slave), working like a Mexican
Theater of the Mind mixtape, here’s a specimen (Yeah)
Album coming soon (Soon), right around the corner (Oh)
They say that it’s a drought, like in Southern California (Woo)
I say that I’m here, no need to fear (Nope)
I give ‘em eargasms—stick my dick in they ear (Haha)
Cum through your speakers (Yeah), skeet on your stereo
Luda got chicks from Dallas to Ontario (Hey)
Just shot the movie Max Payne up in T-Dot (Yeah)
Hit Rasta P. like, “N***a, where the weed spot?” (What up [?])
Show me to the green, show me to the scene (Yeah)
Roll up some maple leaves and show it to the team (Woo)
Smoking that kush, but never smoke cigarettes
Smoke so much weed, my mouth needs an emissions test, n***a!
[Break: Ludacris & DJ drops]
Hahahaha
I’m so thorough, coming to your borough
Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Luda got skills (Yeah), Luda got paper (Paper)
Luda drink Hen’ but don’t use no chaser (Nope)
Straight to the gut (Yeah), liver all janky (Haha)
But Luda got some frozen Grey Goose on his pinky (Sip it!)
Diamonds on my wrist (Yeah), diamonds on my tube socks
In the G4, I get around like 2Pac
I ain’t mad at cha (Nope), I ain’t mad, period
But haters get mad like women on they period (Woo!)
Period! (Yeah) Back-slash, back-slash (Hey)
I’d rather throw a house party watching that ass (Hahaha)

[Outro: Ludacris, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Haha! “That ain’t Ninja Turtles, that’s ass!” (Yes, it is)
Def Jam Street Team, what up! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz! [?])
Go hard for your boy
[?] what's the biz? (Steve-O)
Disturbing tha Peace, n***a! Woo! (Uh-huh)
Aphilliates, n***a! Pay attention, biatch!
MVP, n***a
Hahahaha (Gangsta!)
Next!
DJ Drama, “Return of the Gangsta Grillz” on the way!