[Ludichris Verse One]

I be that nigga named Ludi

a k a L O V A L O V A

Fuck that shit

Nigga what you wan say one time

Southside let's ride (say what)

And if you love what you do do what you feel

Then I know you gonna mark my words

y'all drop shit like birds

Then it's about the time for yo ass to get served

Just lay it on down

Just lay it on down

While we relax to the tight raps

And the phat tracks

That that nigga Timbaland put down

Oh yes, let's get it on down to the nitty grit

Don't have no time for the patient

'cause I got more dick than a lil' bit

And time flies, when I'm havin' fun

I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just “run baby run”

I guess that they can't handle this

Brothers just to scandalous

If you don't want to get freaked

then get out my way like an ambulance (say what)

Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the fake

And tell you boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hate

Kick back relax, and just take off yo shoes

'cause I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)

Yea



[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS]

Let me touch it (let me touch it)

Let me feel it (let me feel it)

Let me grab it (let me grab it)

That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)

Let me touch it (let me touch it)

Let me feel it (let me feel it)

Let me grab it (let me grab it)

That-that rabbit (ohhh, c'mon)

Let me touch it (let me touch it)

Let me feel it (let me feel it)

Let me grab it (let me grab it)

Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)

Let me touch it (let me touch it)

Let me feel it (let me feel it)

Let me grab it (let me grab it)

That-that fat rabbit (uh oh)



[Ludichris - Verse Two]

Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack

Showin' them where that love's at

So open up your eyes and get a surprise like in CrackerJacks

Punada happy

Givin' up that nappy dug out

Get the cut up, then I cut out

Why you standin' ther wit' yo Bud out (wha)

And it's always in the back of my mind

Wherever the place, whenever the time

Even in College Park, after dark, I'ma get my sunshine

Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in ya

Beginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner

And let dinner be served

Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder

And put so much lighter in yo life, make the roaches scatter

So what does it matter, I'm ready to get ya

Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar

So I can freak ya like I just met ya

Hot like a sauna, get comfy like in a Cadillac

Nick nack paddy wack, give a dong a bone, wack

Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes

'cause I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)

Yea



[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS TWO]

Let me touch it (let me touch it)

Let me feel it (let me feel it)

Let me grab it (let me grab it)

That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)

Let me touch it (let me touch it)

Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)

Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)

That-that rabbit, girl (ohhh, c'mon)

Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)

Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)

Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)

Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)

Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)

Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)

Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)

That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh)





[Ludichris]

Yo love is supa, kinda fragilistic

You don't know how bad I fist it

Broke and don't fix it

Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit

Reminisce like Mary

I gotta pop that cherry

Kinda like that coochie

You want to be my hoochie

Better than my advesary

Don't be so scary

Never thought that you could act up

Make a nigga want to back up

Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up

So we can slip and slide

Make you want to dip and dive

Trippin' while we rip and ride

Til I get to the coming side

Got you where I want yo ass

In the case of an emergency, break the glass

Keep yo eyes on the President, erase the past

We be happy if we had more blunts to pass

Get done up and run up

And the guts of yo butt don't shake like they used to

I wake ‘em up like a rooster

Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster

No worry, no hurry

No pain, no gain

Keep yo eyes on strain

'cause ain't a damn thing changed

Kick back, relax and take off yo shoes

'cause I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)

Yea



[Repeat CHORUS TWO]



[Crowds]

Let me touch it, let me touch it

Let me feel it, let me feel it

Let me grab it, let me grab it

Fat rabbit, fat rabbit

(repeat x4)



[Timbaland]

Wha, uh huh

Yea

Dirty South, can y'all really feel me

East Coast, feel me

West Coast, feel me

Dirty South, can y'all really feel me

East Coast, feel me

West Coast, feel me

Dirty South, (uh huh) can y'all really feel me

East Coast, feel me

West Coast

Writer : MOSLEY, TIMOTHY / BRIDGES, CHRIS
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.