Ludacris- 
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 
Yall 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 
Cuz 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 wanna 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 
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) 
Yea 

(Chorus 1) 
Timbaland (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) 
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) 

Ludacris- 
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 
Punan' Don happy 
Givin' up that nappy dug out 
Get the cut up, then I cut out 
Why you standin there wit yo' butt out (whoo) 
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 light in yo' life I'll make the roaches scatter 
The wetta the betta, 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 dog a bone Jack 
Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes 
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) 
Yea 

(Chorus 2) 
Timbaland (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) 
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) 

Yo' love is supa-cala-fragalistic 
You don't know how bad I missed it 
If it broke then don't fix it 
Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit 
Reminisce like Mary 
I gotta pop that cherry 
Kinda like that coochie 
You wanna be my hoochie 
Better than my advesary 
Don't be so scary 
I, never thought that you could act up 
Make a nigga wanna back up 
Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up 
So we can slip and slide 
Make you wanna 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 
Cuz ain't a damn thing changed 
Kick back, relax and take off yo shoes 
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) 
Yea 

(Chorus 2) 

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