Apparently Ludacris' restaurant called Straits in Atlanta apparently failed their health inspection miserably. We were having some fun rewriting his lyrics to talk about the restaurant. So dir-ty, can't clean that! Me and my homees, are out back! Ol' Trout Ol' Trout It's my biz-ness, my biz-ness, my nasty rest-raunt bizness! Anyone want to give us your CLEAN lyrics?