Текст: Ludacris. Incognegro. Get Off Me (Incognegro Album).

What, what, what?
I, I, I
Ok, come on, what
What, what, what?
Oh, oh, oh

Get off me, but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
Get off me, but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play

You wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me
'Cause you way too dusty, and rusty, and musty
You betta shop that make you pop up from lock up
But you tell your folks to hold you're jack up to back up
To back up, I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room
It ain't nothin', aea, aea, watch out watch out, boom

Call me the hit man, 'cause I make you wanna call time-out
Then I make your mom cry-out, when I take your whole spine out
Then watch me take you, and fake you, and shake you
And break you and see you on home to your maker
You should give up now for talkin' shit like that
But then you nothing, you garbage, you betta' watch your back

Get off me, but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
Get off me, but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play

Ok, ok now
Now it's the Pastor, shook 'em, showin' my moves
I'm in that 2000 excursion
Ridin' on 22's, I hear the boom
But booms just get me more crunk
It's the D. S. G. B forever

We ridin' on pump
I stunk, or did I say stunk, I meant stank
I think I'll take it please, or in another coffee break
You ain't, but you can pretend to be homey
I'm stiff arming these busters
Just as soon they get on me

Get off me, but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
Get off me, but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play

Get off me, but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
Get off me, but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play