text: Yea, special edition. Rock and roll, its Ludacris. Yea
  And Sum 41, baby! Heres another one
  Get back, live studio audience
  Its another one
   I aint playin around
  Make one false move, Ill take you down
  Get back, motherfucker, you dont know me like that
  Get back, motherfucker, you dont know me like that
  So, so, come on, come on
  DONT get swung on, swung on
  Its the knick-knack-patty-whack, still riding Cadillacs
  Family off the streets, made my homies put the baggies back
  Still snaggin plaques, still action-packed
  And dope, I keep it flippin like acrobats
  Thats why I pack a Mac, thatll crack a back
  Cause on my waist theres more heat than the Shaq Attack!
  But I aint speaking about ballin, ballin
  Just thinkin about brawlin til yall start ballin
  We all in together now, birds of the feather now
  Just bought a plane so we changin the weather now
  So put your brakes on, Caps put your capes on
  And knock off your block, get dropped, and have your face blown
  Cause Ill prove it, scratch off the music
  Like hey little stupid, dont make me lose it!
   Why you all in my ear
  Talkin a whole bunch of shit I aint tryin to hear?
  Get back, motherfucker, you dont know me like that
  Get back, motherfucker, you dont know me like that
   I aint playin around
  Make one false move, Ill take you down
  Get back, motherfucker, you dont know me like that
  Get back, motherfucker, you dont know me like that
  I came , I saw , I hit him right dead in the jaw 
  I came , I saw , I hit him right dead in the jaw 
  I came , I saw , I hit him right dead in the jaw 
  I came , I saw , I hit him right dead in the jaw 
  Ya see, I caught him with a right hook, caught him with a jab
  Caught him with an upper cut, kicked him in his ass
  Sent him on his way cause I aint for that talk
  And no trips to the county, I aint for that walk
  We split like two pins at the end of a lane
  Well knock out your spotlight and put end to your fame
  Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo chain
  And put the booty of a Swisha at the end of a flame
   Why you all in my ear
  Talkin a whole bunch of shit I aint tryin to hear?
  Get back, motherfucker, you dont know me like that
  Get back, motherfucker, you dont know me like that
   I aint playin around
  Make one false move, Ill take you down
  Get back, motherfucker, you dont know me like that
  Get back, motherfucker, you dont know me like that
  Ho, hey, you want WHAT with me?
  Im gonna tell you one time, dont FUCK with me
  Get down! Cause I aint got nothing to lose
  And Im having a bad day, dont make me take it out on you
  Ho, hey, you want WHAT with me?
  Im gonna tell you one time, dont FUCK with me
  Get down! Cause I aint got nothing to lose
  And Im having a bad day, dont make me take it out on you
  Man, cause I dont wanna do that
  I want to have a good time and enjoy my Jack
  Sit back and watch some women get drunk as hell
  So I can wake up in the morning with a story to tell
  I know its been a little while since Ive been out the house
  But now Im here, you want to stand around running yo mouth?
  I cant hear nothing you saying or spitting, so whats up?
  Dont you see we in the club? Man, shut the fuck up!
   Why you all in my ear
  Talkin a whole bunch of shit I aint tryin to hear?
  Get back, motherfucker, you dont know me like that
  Get back, motherfucker, you dont know me like that
   I aint playin around
  Make one false move, Ill take you down
  Get back, motherfucker, you dont know me like that
  Get back, motherfucker, you dont know me like that
  Uh oh, we in the Red Light District!
  What! We in the Red Light District!
  Sum 41! Red Light District!
  Yes! And Ludacris! We in the Red Light District!
  Its the rock and roll version! Red Light District!
  Its the Red Light District!
  The Red Light District
  So yeah, get back
  Its the Red Light District
  Disturbin the Peace
  The Red Light District
  And we out