[Chorus]
I hate it when it's too many n***as (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)
Too many n***as (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)

[Verse 1]
I got a whip like Miracle; Ludacris lyrical, fool
We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels
No holds barred, but obey the block rules
Cock tools, put chlorine in record pools
("Are there any more like ya?") Hell naw
I treat humans like students—fail y'all
So turn ya books to page 69 (And start suckin')
When Organized drop the track (Then start duckin')
When Ludacris get in the bed (Start fuckin')
(You wanna be startin' sum'n') Get out the booth and lemme tell y'all the truth—we kick down doors
Save all the H2O for front rows
Live in the bank, and watch for stank hoes
Stay chromed out, and that's on- or off-road
(If you know what I mean) Proceed to stay clean
Light-skin'd-ed n***a turn red, but get green
Inhale some of that 'dro, but blow steam
Love a combination: big ass and tight jeans
[Chorus]
'Cause it's too many n***as (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)
Too many n***as (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)

[Verse 2]
(Boy, you done lost yo' mind) No, I lost my virginity
And I shot click like that fool shot Kennedy
What's the remedy Hennessy, Coke
If you cut all your money, you'd still be half-broke
Ashes to ashes, smoke or get smoked
We come by the masses, you come and get choked
If you take me for a fool, I'll take you for a joke
Tired of fast food, so they cooked up dope
So now, we eatin' lobster, shrimp and things
And watch for imposters that's been in the game
We invented the game and y'all just got hip
(Man, what's that smell?) Prolly your upper lip
'Cause I love to walk around like my shit don't stank
Even if it's cigars and that purple-color dank
Chillin' in the gump with no trace of Tom Hanks
So put this in your jaw like weiners and beef franks
[Chorus]
'Cause it's too many n***as (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)
Too many n***as (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)

[Verse 3]
I put too much sugar in my Kool-Aid
And party like a Kid with a high-top fade
Arrive to a show and I like to (Get paid)
Arrive to a hoe and I like to (Get laid)
Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats
I'm on the right page, but what's my format?
I wave to the ocean, 'cause I'm where shores at
And women go nuts, just like my bozack
(Did you know that?) Man, I'm the gift of change
Electric stoves, gon' and give me the keys to the Range
(Shagadelic!) Beautiful but strange
Went to Magic City, saw Nikki and Blue Flames
(Rearrange!) Same broad, different night
Pass the E&J, and let a n***a get right
The bomb-threaten dude that's on your same flight
The highlight's that I live a high-ass life
[Chorus]
'Cause it's too many n***as (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)
Too many n***as (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)
'Cause it's too many n***as (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)
Too many n***as (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)
'Cause it's too many n***as (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)
Too many n***as (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)
'Cause it's too many n***as (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)
Too many n***as (Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies (Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)