Here we go!
Surprise nigga
It was bound to happen sooner or later
They ain't ready for this)
History has been made
ATL, yeah
Cuz' I got it
All these hataz wanna grill me
But f**k that I'm bout my money if it kills me
(Yeah baby)
And I'm up to no good
Ay, I wish a mothaf**ka would
This tha A-town, come into my hood
Ay, I wish a mothaf**ka would
Houston, Dallas come into they hood
Ay, I wish a mothaf**ka would
I keep a fresh pair of one's on my feet
And double deuces on da Chevy
3's company the double 4's on my belly
5 hot amps speakers shake like jelly
So many wires in my trunk look like a bowl of spaghetti
Assault and batteries, but my trunk stay ever ready
Assault and battery if you scared you never ready
And yeah I went green, 26s on the hybrid
Smoked so much green that I can't open up my eyelids
Wake up in London, go to sleep on Atlanta time
Still my paint got more candy then your Valentine
For 5 mill I bought a lake front crib
Bentley car cover lookin' like a laced frontwig
Of course they hatin' cause they still ridin' tha marta train
Rename the yacht put the plane in my daughter's name
Now that's karma so call me Daddy Warbucks
If you got money, I got mo' bucks
Cuz I got it
All these hataz wanna grill me
But f**k that I'm bout my money if it kills me
(Yeah baby)
And I'm up to no good
Ay, I wish a mothaf**ka would
New York and Jersey come into they hood
Ay, I wish a mothaf**ka would
L.A. and the Bay come into they hood
Ay, I wish a mothaf**ka would
Luda!
I'm freak like a Scorpio
Custom hood scoops make the coupe look like Pinocchio
I'm rich bitch, I should drop cash
The inside of the 'lac look like a wood shop class
And these women gimme love like it's tennis time
So many shoes that my closet look like Finish Line
So many acres that my crib look like Bermuda
So many diamonds the safe look like Kay jewelers
That spot about to drop my team said Luda get it
Now 50 thou says that I'm the first nigga with it
First round draft pick, later for you imbeciles
The car is all black like it got traded to the Timberwolves
And I keep a little bit of that green up in the lining
But as the weather change my weed adjust to different climates
Green in the summer time, orange in the spring
Now it's black with that purp, I call my whip the Sac King
Cuz' I got it
All these hataz wanna grill me,
But f**k that I'm bout my money if it kills me
(Yeah baby)
And I'm up to no good
Ay, I wish a mothaf**ka would
Chi-town and Detroit, come into they hood
Ay, I wish a mothaf**ka would
D.C. and B-Boy, come into they hood
Ay, I wish a mothaf**ka would
I'm fly enough to fly away, trouble I don't shy away
From it I annihilate suckers in they driveway
In church on Sunday morning praying about what happened Friday
But then the consequences for comin' to pimpin' sideways
Nowadays guess it pays to change
In cahoots with corporations making major change
With magnificent watches and amazing chains
Plush pad in Atlanta and L.A.'s the same
I ball til I'm bored with selections and assortments
Of automotives worth a small fortune of course
There's the 7-2 Chevel hardtop, 69 drop, 60 Campese
You can barely pay your lease
P dude wanna talk new school, tell em go ahead
Drop head double R, Maybachs and koenigsegg
Swag got the ass, stack cash to the hair line
F**k another car, it's time to try an buy an airline
Cuz I got it
All these hataz wanna grill me
But f**k that I'm 'bout my money if it kills me
(Yeah baby)
And I'm up to no good
Ay, I wish a mothaf**ka would
Miami to Alabama, come into they hood
Ay, I wish a mothaf**ka would
Philly and Boston, come into they hood
Ay, I wish a mothaf**ka would
St. Louis to Tennessee, come into they hood
Phoenix to V.A., come into they hood
Ohio and Indiana, come into they hood
Mississippi to Carolinas, come into they hood
Duval and Little Rock, come into they hood
Oklahoma to Louisiana, come into they hood
Kansas City to Seattle, come into they hood
Minneapolis to Milwaukee, come into they hood
[Fate Wilson]
Okay, I remember the days
High Rise, Low Lifts, Even Stevens and Fags
Troops Lotto and BK's those was the days
High tech boots spray paintin' wit'cha names
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
They carryin Bone's chain
One gone but yo we miss ya'
Harris photos school shots can you remember
Bury him told his bitch go to the prom and die
Didnt lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5
When she disobeyed hand off clated craze
Just to reiterate dog those was the days
Fo' da invasions of hatas I aint cool to mile around
Use to get down at True Flavas bumpin Key Lo
Walkin' damage cross colored and Paco
While play more step than talent shows
Prom nights tux and cane know its so cool
Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school)
(Chorus)[Keon Bryce]
We were trying so hard
Hard to survive
Cause even though we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And thats how it went
When we were kids
[Fate Wilson]
In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown
Hamwood and Diplomats
Played with Transformers, G.I. Joe's and Thundercats
We was lovin' that
Before to started jackin jacks
For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through
Collis Park after dark
Crown Victorias police armored cars
Be aware...wang wiggas was out there
But we didnt care kids was gettin' stabbed and ditched out there
To busy playin'...Double Dare
You touched shorty on the ass that's a bet
Want ya Kool-Aid and sugar smack ya hands and say sweat
It's mine now place it in my Louie Vaton pouch
Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch
Slout socks box Chevy Caprice
Hot knees cut da holes Disturbing Tha Peace
Wit no conscience broke niggas call em nonsense
No com-mission little faded payin' homage
(Chorus)[Keon Bryce]
We were trying so hard
Hard to survive
Cause even though we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And thats how it went
When we were kids
[Ludacris]
I had a Long John but no Silver
No gold or plat
I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back
With 2 sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches
And set fires in garbage pales and cabbage patches
A child of the KoRn been wild since I was born
Climbin' over barb wire clothes got torn
Shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy
Wherever I go they went they my buddy's
I brush teef brush naps and cause treats
Dreamin' of Cadillac with wheels and plush seats
Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats
Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf
When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for ACTION!
Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one
Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys
And be with the people makin all that god damn noise
(Chorus)[Keon Bryce](x2)
We were trying so hard
Hard to survive
Cause even though we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And thats how it went
Damn man I cant believe them hoes aint come over here man
Nigga I can, you told them hoes the truth
You never tell hoes the truth ::ring ring::
Man check the caller id, man it's rich girls the Buckhead girls yeah yeah
Now gimme the phone and let me show you how to do it deep voice deep voice
What up
ohhh why you talkin like that
man fuck all that yall coming through
Yeah we might I saw you blinging last night .
Yeah thirty karot, paid for.
Hey hey nigga you wearing my mutherfucking chain again?
Ah this the bodyguard trippin. Nigga imma whup your mutherfucking ass nigga
Get off the phone nigga. Yall coming through though?
I don't know I don't be feeling like drivin
Oh shorty I got you. The new Benz truck
hey hey you took that rent a car back man we need (shut the fuck up) man we need to take that shit back for real.
Shut the..man Look anyway baby yall coming through or what?
Man I don't know who all live there?
Bitch this my house
Mama, mama I'm on the phone.
Hello who on the phone get off the damn phone
And clean yo damn room tell him to stop wearing my damn chain,
and stop wearing your brother's damn chain.. who the hell car is in my driveway
Oh hell no
Ah oooh noo
Rob Quarters skit
(Interviewer)
Whats the deal people?!
It€™s the Natural Disaster: T-Storm comin€™ at you with another hip-hop spotlight.
Since the success of being a radio air personality from back in the day
and later goin€™ on to release his independent album,
Ludacris has inspired other radio jocks to persue careers in Hip-Hop.
Meet Rob Quarters, a 62-year-old air personality from WZZZ in Bus County Georgia.
I was granted the opportunity to holla at Mr. Quarters about his upcoming album
And here€™s what he had to say.
(Rob Quarters)
People keep askin€™ €œwhy Rob Quarter, why Rob Quarter, 62-year-old motherfuckin g?€?
Wanna make an album, that€™s all.
You know, I been, I€™ve been thinking about doin€™ this shit since, you know, back when I was forty, so I figured €œhey fuck it. Ima go ahead and just do the damn thing,
just go ahead and do the damn thing.€?
So, here€™s the first single off my new album €œGet Hard, Or Die Tryin€™€?
Ya€™ll feel that? Feel that nigga.
It€™s called €œViagra Has Been Good To Me€?
Now feel that fuckin€™ nigga!
Hey, ya€™ll holla back at a motherfucker and you know what I€™m always sayin nigga:
If you can€™t earn no motherfuckin€™ cents, you better beg for the quarter.
(Music playz in background)
Nigga 1: Ay man, don't I know you from somewhere befo?
Nigga 2: Yea, uhh
Nigga 1: You went ta Washington, didnt' ya?
Nigga 2: Uhh, yea I did go ta Washington
Nigga 1: Yo name'z Willy Beamen
Nigga 2: Yup, dat'z my name
Nigga 1: Yea, Willy Beamen, yea man, wutz goin on folk?
Nigga 2: Yea, wutz up man, you Jamez right?
Nigga 1 (Jamez): Yea, Jamez man, Jamez...You remember me right? You uze ta beat me up and throw me down tha stairz n shit
Nigga 2 (Willy Beamen): Well you know dat waz funny
Jamez: You waz on tha wrestlin and football team and yall ran train on my sista
Willy Beamen: Well you know, uh, she had some good stuff yo
Jamez: Ay man, ay ay man, watch yaself
Willy Beamen: But itz all good
Jamez: So wutcha been doin folk?
Willy Beamen: Juzt chillin, you know I got an internet buziness now
Jamez: Oh fo real? Wutchu doin, wutchu doin, oh you doin dem womenfolk, wut it be, freaky hoz online?
Willy Beamen: Yea you know how it iz, www. uhhh...
Jamez: Aww shawty, shit, shawty I had a computa shop, I'd hit dat shit up
Willy Beamen: Yea
Jamez: Damn folk, so wut elze you been doin, you be flossin dat big Cartier watch man
Willy Beamen: You know how I spend big money
Jamez: Shit man, I feel you, you probably got dat new SC too, dontchu man
Willy Beamen: Sc, well you know, it'z parked in tha back
Jamez: I see dat thang, it'z sittin on dem 20'z, aint it?
Willy Beamen: You seen it? Yea...
Jamez: Damn shawty, that shit nice man, I like dat
Willy Beamen: You like dat?
Jamez: I like it folk
Willy Beamen: Yea...So wutchu doin wit yoself theze dayz?
Jamez: Shit man, I got myself a lil internet buziness myself
Willy Beamen: Oh yea, wutz dat?
(Gun cockz back)
Jamez: Ridin, motha fucka
Willy Beamen: Ooh shit he'z got a gun!!
(Crowd screaming in background)
- Yeah come see this nigga
come see this ol' light-skinned motherfucker
I seen him and I'm addicted
Disturbin Tha Piece is the click
Please tell these fake-ass niggaz who you are
I be dat nigga named Luda'
Alert Alert! It's the ATLlien intruder
College Park waterboy, spit in the c-cooler
I +Jam+ till they +Def+, they call me Slick Dick Da Ruler
Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed
Keep yo' eyes closed, 'bow blows, come on out dem clothes hos
Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po
And I chose, to be dat numba one contender
Southern offender, fuckin up ya whole agenda
When I walk you try to run, when I run you try to hide
You skate at the snap of my fingers call me +Golden Glide+
Its you and I, Do or Die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of +Family Stone+, cats think I'm +Sly+
Ohh why try? You one of dem niggaz that like to cheat death
And I'm one of dem niggaz
that rip out Excursions til there's no seats left
You shit out wheat chex, and fart out deep breaths
While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all v-necks
- Who, that nigga 'Cris?
Aw dat nigga is aight
Dat nigga can't fuck wit me though!
Let me get on the mic
Nigga, who the fuck are you nigga?
I be dat nigga Bronze Bridges
Playaz wanna ball but go on strike cause of my pitches
They think I want they be-itches
But I don't want no pigeons yet pigeons can scrub my dishes
And y'all don't want no scrubs til y'all pull out y'all extensions
Y'all in school detention that'll neva come out
Man I'll cut yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo' mouth
Cause we da shit in the South, they know what I'm talkin bout
You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph
4-Ize twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not even Joshua can come to +War+ wit dese +Games+
These bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind the ears but its a drought in ya brain
and that's the simple and plain mayne, three w dot shhhh
(Man that dude Luder's got some hotter than hot shhh)
Well sh-sh-sh-shut the fuck up
Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut the fuck up
- Hold on man, hold on lil buddy
Y'all talkin bout shorty man?
Shorty up at da radio station?
Shorty be poppin man?
Let the name be known who y'all talkin bout
I be dat nigga da +Lova Lova+
I'm nastier than thinkin about yo' parents sex each other
No glove, no love, betta tell yo' dick to run for cover
So when lightnin strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers
if you know what I mean!
Not everybody's Mr and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
Girls "backin dey ass up" now they +400 Degreez+, ha
Hot girl, tryin to give to niggaz up on the block girl
Have you screamin "STOP GIRL!"
I rock worlds with my nine inch Louisville slugga
Still wonder why they call me Lova Lova?
Self-explanitorium, ass-valedictorian
I bring 'em "Back to the Future" like a '85 Delorean
The Luda drug emporium, ON the counter prescriptions
You like my diction and my doctor/nurse convention
I place the stethoscope quite close to yo tittie
and have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly
See me, see me ha ha ha
CEO, D.T.P.
Infamous 2-0, Fate Forsta
4-ize-zy, Shondrez-zy on da beat
Playa Circle to ya boy, College Park nigga
Virgo nigga, what wha?
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name (Darren)
This phone call may be monitered and recorded
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up
To my cousin Darren Ranch - stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike - stay up homie
To my cuz J.B. - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
You lookin at a man that would
die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just to see what he's seen
But then I'd take 'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream
I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it
But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cuz
and every week said he wanna hit the streets
But he never struck a deal cause his mouth will never squeal
Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal
Send some pictures of the fam and nasty pics of Shawnna
If you ever have to leave I got your mother AND your daughter
Born in this way of livin and our youth is stuck
To be safe it's safe to say the justice system's FUCKED up!
If you doin 25 to life - stay up homie
I got your money on ice so - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
All my peoples in the pit - stay up homie
And until you hit the bricks - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all
That box, a motherfucker - it could stress a nigga balls
Especially when you broke and home base ain't acceptin your calls
And you don't hear your name when it's mail time
Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin back on your hairline
Fuckin {?} will have you stuck in that pill line
Your bitch miss the V-I this weekend
The food in your locker keeps shrinkin, your celly feet stinkin
The canteen ran out of menthols
Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers
Niggaz play the phone room reckless and get hit with new indictments
Talkin about old connects and new prices
Stress'll take a young nigga, give him an old face
Or stress'll take a dumb nigga, give him a new case
That shit I used to tell my walkie
Lil' Itchy, all he did was smoke weed and drink coffee
I know he miss me
To my man Lil' Nell (stay up homie)
To my man Steve P (stay up homie)
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To my man Paul Selene (stay up homie)
To Abdul McKeith (stay up homie)
Until I see you in the streets keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
Uhh, if your people locked up you need to send 'em some shit
Cause it's never too late to stop bein a bitch
A magazine and some pictures is a nigga's whole world
When I was down them niggaz fell out so I'm ridin with the girls
Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake ass dudes
They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food
Cause commissary is so very necessary
It's so close to bein slavery, in Texas nigga it's scary
I reached out to C-Murder right before I came home
And when him home, let me go I make sure that his books was on
And three months later that nigga came home too
Ain't +No Limit+ to this shit cause now his dream's comin +Tru+
I'ma keep ridin with Bun cause UGK will never stop
And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot (yeah)
Biatch, and I'm as trill as you can be
They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free (here I go)
C-Murder!
Wake up, roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25 I'm still alive
Open the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walkin parkin million dollar cars
It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel
Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real
With a shotgun, burnin at the back of your dome
300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin home
One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine
Almost died, in Camp Jay{?} nigga, ride or cry
Cream has suicide attempts, Precious took his own life
White boys can't handle the pain at night
You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your ass shook
And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook
You all in bitch, sit down when you piss
Sweet ass, you a ho, watch I blow you a kiss (mwah)
To my cousin Jimmy Watson (stay up homie)
To my homeboy Mack (stay up homie)
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To my nigga Pharoahe (stay up homie)
To my nigga Z-Ro (stay up homie)
If you're locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To the king Larry Hoover (stay up homie)
To my partner Shan-O you gotta (stay up homie)
If you're locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To the homeboy Shyne - stay up homie
To my nigga Mystikal - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
It ain't no one to trust but me
And I got to make sure that I take care of my family
And it ain't no choices 'cause it's cold outside (It's cold outside)
And to my niggas on the block
On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks
You hear the voices say it's cold outside (It's cold outside)
I'm hiding out and smokin' herb
because my boss is getting on my motherfucking nerves
But I got to take it 'cause it's cold outside (It's cold outside)
See rappin' is my only way
My mama told me just to save it for another day
But I got to make it cause it's cold outside (It's cold outside)
Man, I can hear that wind blowing
You say it don't get cold in CP
Well niggas it's been snowing
Even though some might disagree
When business is still slowing
Even if we subject to change
Come up out them diamonds and rings
Even all them dollars and change
Nigga we home-grown
And to those that couldn't take the pressure
Nigga they long gone
Skeet 25 lighters on dressers
Or you'll get zoned on
They be puttin' them bodies in bags
They be cuttin' them bodies on slabs
Then go to somebody and brag
Got to keep a straight face
Better keep inside with your know
Got to find a safe place
Better stay in silence or go
Or end up a waste case
Pick figure it's more stuff to do
Pick nigger it's more folks than you
Pick never come close to a clue
I put my life on it
Want to disrespect give me your neck
And I'll put a knife on it
Some say it's slippery when wet
But my Roll got ice on it
It's all about supply and demand
It's all about me buying some land
You folks just don't understand
That uh
Man, I see the clouds coming
Y'all see a man on the moon walking
I see a crowd running
and the APD steadily talking
'Cause we done found something
And it's not as good as it seems
Oh I wish I could get some cream
And get up out of the hood with some dreams
I'm peepin' hard crimes
See the system's fucked up
And they givin' out some hard times
Heard one of these ???
And my people snortin' hard lines
Locked up and they didn't do a thang
Locked up because of the pressure and pain
Locked up because they wouldn't do the same
And I see the case close
I can't ask no questions, and it's over
'Cause they say so
I ain't learned no lessons, but these snitches
Better lay low
Or we gonna be chopping some heads
And we gonna be rocking some beds
And we gonna be dropping some eggs
We walk a long road
Trying to find the essence of self
But I picked the wrong clothes
'Do rag with a gat under my belt
'Cause life's throwing strong blows
But I keep a little hope and some dreams
And I try to stay focused and clean
But I got a little dope and some green
'Cause uh
I can see them shamed faces
Man, y'all look at me like y'all grew up
In the same places
Scams and dirty work came up on
A day to day basis
Now they got to re-up and re-bag
And they got to re-up and re-slab
Then they got to be up and be bad
This game'll NEVER end
Excuse my French, but Goddammit
I got some clever friends
They might get set back by some wench
But that bitch'll never win
It's all about the way of the world
It's all about the way of them girls
It's all about them diamonds and pearls
We waiting too long
But the DEC and Southwest Atlanta
Is too strong
We might bring that soap out and wash up
And throw them suits on
Coming in the court with some pride
'Cause we ain't got nothing to hide
Just didn't know what laws to abide
I play the cards dealt
And I bought a full house and I watched
The woman's heart melt
See my mama's cooled out and she's crying
'Cause it's heart-felt
It's all about supply and demand
It's all about me buying some land
You folks just don't understand
It's gonna get in ya, child of the night
.. and the hood rolls on
How do I begin to, do this shit right
.. get my hustle on
Look here!
Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word
But on my path to see the light sometimes my vision gets blurred
It's all a part of growin up and seein life at it's worst
Then tryin to iron out my wrinkles, puttin family first
It seems like the whole world is out for sinkin my boat
But with God as my navigator I'll be stayin afloat
And I admit to bein caught by many foolish distractions
Then I'm forced to pay the price as the result of my actions
I'm battlin with MYSELF and every DAY it's a war
Curiosity killed the cat, why am I Curious George?
Gotta keep my nose up outta thangs that ain't none of my biz
And just cause somethin looks don't really mean that it is
Get through the agony and anger, the pain and strife
And take the necessary steps to try to change my life
I got some questions for you Lord cause my mentality's hood
So why is everything that's bad for me feel so good?
Now I'm a only child, so excuse some of my selfish ways
I got spoiled when I was young, spoil myself today
Oh but I feed at least a thousand stomachs and how I've done it
is from the ground up a hundred miles and runnin
Dodgin and duckin everybody tryin to hammer me down
A self-made millionaire, baby look at me now
Can't tell me nothin still hungry as the day I began
Cause all I ever really needed was a pen in my hand
And a, pad in my lap, didn't matter in fact
Me and my momma lived in one room, and what's badder than that
was a young man forced to grow up at the age of 12
Tryin to get in where I fit, streets givin me hell
But yet I give it right - back, so how you like - that
Continue doin wrong 'til I was on the right - track
Tell me 'bout heavy money I might give it a PUSH
But a, bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
Come on
No matter how much older we get man, we all still children at heart
We all make mistakes, it's all good
Now I've tried plenty of times to get rid of my bad habits
Livin life on the cuttin edge, takin a stab at it
And learnin from my mistakes, try not to make 'em twice
Just admittin when I'm wrong, tryin hard to make it right
And baby, nobody's perfect in this world of ours
There's plenty people gettin stitches in this world of scars
But over time, pray to God that he can heal your wounds
Try to love and love again until they seal your tomb
Cause life is short if you don't know this it'll pass you by
That's why my head is in the clouds tryin to pass the sky
Never blinkin for a minute, keep my eyes on my foes
They wanna catch me in the open, bring my life to a close
Meanwhile that's why I'm bringin so much life to my shows
I've seen smiles I'm makin changes turnin glitter to gold
Don't let these devils play you down or belittle your soul
Just be happy with yo'self and it's so simple to grow
Baby, I gotta, get you up out of
your clothes, your clothes, your clothes
It's somethin about the way you move
I just cain't let go, let go, let go
Baby, youuuuu've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the niiiiight
It's inevitable and incredible, listen, it's Luda!
By the end of the night you gon' be wantin to marry a nigga
Cause I make 'em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver
Get 'em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillow
Cut 'em up like Jason, just face it that boy Luda's a killer
Half man, half gorilla, beatin all on my chest
Pleasin all of your flesh, squeezin all on your breast
Givin you reasons to rest, and ain't never say no to papi
Wake 'em up like Folgers cause I fold 'em like origami
Hey mami let's get it poppin like Orville Redenbacher
The way you move once you started nothin could ever stop ya
Sweeter than Betty Crocker, and I'm ready to belly flop ya
Just mention today but for now I forever gotcha
(Whoo!) Verse two, it's like this
Gotta get 'em up out of them clothes, if I throw a couple dollars then pose
We could drink a couple bottles and go, and ride off in the Impala on vogues
And Rolls, gold is all on my neck, all on my wrist
So just let go of yo' hoe, don't hog her to death, lend her to Chris
Just for a little while for a little bit
Just wanna see her smile and get the bigger fish
She said that you had a little dick
Now how in the hell can she benefit from somethin like that?
I be up in that cat, make her put a hump in that back
Black, I swing low and sweet chariot, meet me at the Marriott
Key access, I'll be at the very top
Don't hesitate to stop the elevator either
I'll show you the ups and downs, you'll be my elevator diva
All I need is a couple hours baby, for real
Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Loius and Gucci
Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy
Rockin Republic, True Religions and Citizen's jeans
Your Jimmy Choo's are so sexy but Giseppi's is mean
La Pearla lingerie, ya panties and bra matchin
Put down your clothes and I'll put you UP on the latest fashions
Cause with cameras and action, I'm a deadly assassin
I love your clothes but what's underneath I love with a passion
Gotta get you outta them clothes baby
Somethin about the way you move
I cannot let go, whoo!
You know you got me open
I just wanna make you mine, haha
By the end of the night, you gon' be mine
Luda! And Valentin' the dream
Don't leave your girl round me (guard your women fellas)
Said don't leave your girl round me (Disturbin' Tha Peace)
Don't leave your girl round me (yeah, whoo!)
True playa for real, for real, for real, for real
Don't leave your girl round me
Said don't leave your girl round me
Don't leave your girl round me
Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend)
We gon' do another off in right now
We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes
And we gon' do one mo', right after that
Yes, women you lookin so very beautiful here today
Some of you with the same thang on from the club last night
The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away
Oh Lord Jesus I wish you'd taketh away Sister Mary's wig
Oh you disrespectin the House of God with that thing
It don't even look real; aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
Lord, please forgive me for the mistakes I've made
And thanks for keepin my momma safe when she wrecked my Escalade
See I could replace a Cadillac but I can't replace my momma
I'm sorry for the hip-hop beefs, we sorry for the drama
But you gotta understand us rappers ain't never had nothin
And one's loss is another's gain so we gotta grab somethin
Lord, got so many questions I need the answers to
And sorry for the thangs I put my baby's mama through
I feel that women are really the strongest human beings
but why do you make 'em so emotional, and other minor things
I guess it's your way of sayin we gotta love 'em and gotta praise 'em
cause without 'em we'd be nothin, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em
while we, out and about and seein what life has to offer
But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin sense
And I've been...
Searchin so looooong, I was lost in the clouds
I'm tryna stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud
It took me some tiiiiime, but now I see
That Heeeee resiiiiides, in me yeahhhhh yeah
Lord, forgive me for anytime a fan said I was bein rude
I'm only human, I'm not always in the best of moods
But thanks for givin the gift of rap to write my feelings down
And sorry for cursin sometimes but feelings make me shout 'em out
Forgive the people that wanna blame everything on rap music
If they didn't live it they can't relate or even adapt to it
Forgive those who don't think I'm great and wanna see me go
Forgive Oprah for editin most my comments off her show
Don't get me wrong, I know some people got a image to hold
But those who criticize the youth might just be gettin too old
We still travellin through life, findin what's right or wrong
I know some folks may not agree or even like this song
But I'm just speakin MY truth, cause I heard it sets you free
And my conversation's with God, even though he speaks through me
I'm smarter cause of my daughter, and I'm NOT too dense
I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin sense
And I've been...
I've been searchin so long
I admit that I've been lost in them clouds
I'm just tryna stay strong baby
You know I'ma make you proud
I know life is full of contradictions
I'm tryna become a better man
Prayin for redemption, each and every day
(Hallelujah, as the choir sings)
Searchin so looooong (so long) lost in the clouuuuuds (in the clouds)
Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud!
Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee (oh now I see)
Heeeee resiiiides, in me (yeah)
(Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest in the house tonight
Came with some words of encouragement, Bishop Eddie Long)
What you just heard is real life
It's real life for you, it's real life for many
It's about where you been, yet at the same time you
Ay, you find yourself, in the midst of conflict and turmoil
Yes I'm talkin to you, in the midst of conflict and turmoil
Cause you realize HEY - it's, time to change right now
And in the middle of that I wanna say this
The Bible says that when I was a child, I spoke as a child
I understood as a child, I fought as a child
Hey, but when I became a man
I put away those, childish things
Did you not know that your environment has shaped you?
Where you were born, in the projects, in the ghettoes
In the upper downtown, wherever it was
The people around you, the things around you
cause you to do strange things because, you were seeking to learn
But what you learned, was on the streets, and not in the book
God called you a prophet
When you open up your mouth, everything of God comes out
And it commands attention, it commands change
I'm talking about the power, that's inside of you
And in the midst when you're, starting to understand
that I caught the wrong message, and now it's time
I'm hearing from God, what amazing experience, as you hear from God
He said, "Is there forth any man be in Christ, he is a new creation"
Old things are passed away, somebody needs to hear that and behold
Everything becomes new, and when everything becomes new in you
It's time to stop the killing
I said it's time to stop the stealing
It's time to stop disrespecting our women
It's time for us to come home and raise our children
It's time for us, to really mold our communities
It's time for us, not to get hooked up in religion
But to get hooked up in relationship, with God
And the amazing thing about it
is wherever you find yourself right now, you can confess
and you can tell God "I'm sorry;
I had the wrong cue, I was doing the wrong thing
I was going after things that I thought were right, but it wasn't right
And now that I'm getting it right, I'm asking you to forgive me
And I may have done the things, that they said I did
But I'm not, who they say I am; I am who you made me to be
and I'm changing in that, and it takes a few moments
But every time I fall down, I'll get right back up
And every time I make a wrong turn, I'll get myself back in line
Because I recognize, I have been called, for such a time as this!"
You can't resist the change
And you're not condemned by your yesterday
If you can grab hold of your now, and move in your destiny
Move, change, and be, now!
Searchin so looooong, lost in the clouuuuuds
Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud!
Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee
(Ludacris) And now brothas and sistas we present the black man's struggle... (Straining groans and moans followed up with farting sounds a splash and a toilet flushing)
DTP we got them guns that go...
Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice
Ill shoot up yall white shirts until yall look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo...going through niggaz
DTP we aint playing if you try to get our pen
A.K's get ta spraying like...
Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
Bust you in the broad day, on a street that's fully crowded
Find a hole inside your chest, just for thinking its rap
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out, and I tend to agree
So you should watch what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walking
And that Uzi get to talking like...
Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scared him, teared him, kneed him up
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
A-B-C-E-F shawty is you a G or what
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them bitches up like earl
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl handle...
And I'm throwing teáhs like a NBA ref
I got, all gold guns like they came from I-RAQ
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And aint taking no more pictures, if you snap ima click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil Fate
And I'm webbing choppers like heli-copters
You gon' need hella doctors, when the glok go...
Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, aint no exit trick
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a bullet in (in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound like this...now what
Who want that they fucked, when I cock and load the cake, bust bust
Yall cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Yall lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll suit you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
I'm wrist rocky, like Sylvester Stallone
So thurr for you should invest, in a vest for ya dome
Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
Beast the nick, but my cannon go...
Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleedin so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman its your time of the month
A.K. 47 for the niggaz who's really looking for heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I aint talking bout fruit
I'll peel your CAP BACK with the BLACK MACK
Till your BACK CRACK, cock the GAT BACK like...CLAK CLAK CLAK
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrows not on your calendar
I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too long
Ill leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song
My Shotguns are cold and hard, but my Desert is easy
And my triggers are always talking about some squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show
Warning! This album contains Ludacris material
Parental discretion is advised
So kids cover your ears and close your eyes
Otherwise you're about to witness HISTORY
The thoughts and views expressed on THIS album
are a direction reflection of the new generation
So without further ADIEUX
I bring to YOU, that nigga named Luda
HEY! I be that nigga named LUDA give a round of applause
They say I'm up to no good, I'll say I'm down for the cause
Down for whatever goes down, I'm strapped down to my drawers
So if you up for some stitches then I'm down for some scars
Down to make 'em GET DOWN, stop playing and pause
There's two things I'll never break and that's my word and my balls
So here's a temporary fix for your permanent flaws
This album helps you to RELEASE cause life is irking us all
Enough to make you wanna break shit, no longer will I take shit
From ANY of these clowns cause I'm TIRED of this fake shit
I'm ready for some action, ready with a passion
Like pots with the steam I'm ready to get it cracking
It's six years and counting if you think I'm a joke
Me getting served is like Bill Gates and Oprah going broke
It's 'bout time they gave it to me, I'm the reigning champ
Your favorite rapper went to Ludacris' training camp
Beotch!
Yeah shawty! (That's right)
On the real I feel you on that
Man I'm tired of all these fake-ass niggaz homes
(Hell yeah shawty) Ay ay, this your boy Lil' Black
Representing that zone-trey you feel me
All these niggaz ay, I told y'all hoes that I'm the man
I told y'all homey nigga just need to get to the money man
Stop fucking with homes man, feel me?
I JUST WANNA KNOW WHAT HE SAID ABOUT OPRAH!
DON'T NOBODY TALK BAD ABOUT OPRAH!
YOU JUST LOST A FAN
Man Joe, I'ma tell you what the bid'ness is
You fucking with a true player, true and recognized, ya dig?
Y'all already know the demo, Scary Larry sweet big-ass punks
If you ain't fucking with my guy, What is yo' life about?
Kick rocks, SKEEZER please!
Yo God, man Chris can kiss my ass
He remember me, I was at the club right there with him
He he coulda got me in
I mean I went to Benjamin Banneker high school with him
I knew him before all the fame
That's how you gonna do your people man?
That's how you gonna do your folk?
Yup! Tch man I used to cook for this nigga
See he done come over to my house the other day
Talking 'bout, he don't eat beef and he don't eat pork
And my homegirl was over there and she was like
"Girl he look so tall on TV!"
I said, "Girl I told you he was short"
Maaaaaaan, I don't give a damn
Whoo... Kel... Chris...
And clubbin on some smooth shhh...
Ludacris can't hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Seeecretsss
and your body I won't misguide mistreat or misleeeeead it
Hate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut it
Number one shaker, like Vick's vapor I wanna fuckin ruuuuuub it
Louisville slug it hit em with a right left, its goooooone
tell every last one of ya girls how good it was and its gone be onnnnnn
Soul Train, wood grain, from meeeee
no pain, no gain, its so plain to seee
they be like "I've been feelin kind of stressed can you blow my back out?"
and I'm like "Yea but don't trip if I happen to yank a track out"
when I get done its smooth sailin once I pull that 'Lac out
next destination I move forward like Jerry Stackhouse
And 1, have fun, when you chillin with Ludi
Slow grind and slow jams while I'm feelin yo booty
we'll hold hand and hold times when I'm up in that coochie
you so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy
Got you feelin woozy baby (baby)
And thats hows it gonna be when I take you from the club to the crib
on dubs and I get you in the bed with meeee (in the bed with me)
your so pretty, and so sweaty and so sexy and so ready
girl I'm surprised you this nastyyy
but its cool cuz I always wanted to go down on a girl that reminds me of me
so get upstairs, get yo clothes off and get them sexy legs legs in a 'V' (yup)
your vision blurry as if you were seeing two of me (two of me)
you so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy
Will YOU, make me feel like I just hit the lotto
other girls I give 'em a shoulder colder than Chicago
But in ya center I heat it up in the Mourning like Alonzo
and I'd get it, I'd bit it, I'd split it, I'd hit it up in a Tahoe
Bravo, make make make it clap I'd break break break ya back
then tuck tuck tuck you in so you can take take take a nap
then back to makin dividends I'm in the wind
somewhere hot, I stay on islands longer than Gulligan
sippin on a pina colada, little mama I'mma make ya holla
how does it sounds when you makin love on a Million dollars
I can only imagine lets make it real baby
like D'Angelo "How does it feel" baby
I know I talk a lot shit but I can back it up (up up)
Like BBD flip it, rub it down, smack it up (up up)
you so bad when you call me for duty
you so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy
Don't get caught up in the gossip, them chicks is jockin girl
they just jealous, everybody hates when Cris is rockin ya world
hey girl, hey friend, how you doing, where you been
enough of that talkin, lets begin, break it in
shake and spin, take it in, say amen
then I'll make you say goodness graciouuuus
look me in the eye and make them nasty faaaaaaaces
I'm so glad that your body's so juicyyyyy
you so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy
Giiiirl, said your body is what I want (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy)
I'll be making scream and mooooan (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy)
Girl lets get on up out this club (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down, to the down to the, to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know what's your fantasies
You know what I need
Somebody that who can come li-li-lick the clit
(Alright)
And a nigga who ain't thinking 'bout a Trina LP
And I'll make him go and get my shit
We can go from a fly ass jetta to a Coupe De Ville
Hotel tally ho or the Beverly Hill
A real nigga not the run of the mill
To come and spank me and make me shoot to kill
From the kitchen then you can move me
To the jaccuzzi and out the booty
Come and do your duty
Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie
Butt naked in a bed of cash
Make tough stuff stutter when I shake my ass
Damn she back, I though she a thing of the past
Cause I'm a bad bitch and I'm off the glass (Okay)
Having sex in little jets menage'tois
Getting buck wild no matter where we are
Indie 500 in the back of the car
In a dark ass club on the back of a bar
Never want, never ever wanna leave
Work for me like league over seas
I want a man to fulfill my needs
To keep my body trembling and buckle my knees
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed, down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy
I wanna do in the canopy
I wanna do it where your girl gon see and get mad at me
I want a nigga that'll grab the weave
And turn my eyes Chinese
Tell me baby can you handle me?
I wanna do it all in your mouth
Then I'll pull the ass out
Make you bounce till you pass out
Or we can cut up in the grass
And give the neighbors a flash
Can you tell me who the bad motherfucker now?
Said I wanna take-ta-take-take a nigga back to the crib
And I wanna do, do all the things that I never did
Like I up on the top-to-top-top of the projects getting head
Or you can find me in a dro-drop-drop-drop on dubs in the candy red
I like a nigga when he face down, mouth wide
Polo down with them blades on the ride
Give me a pound with the case on the side
But it's okay I'm gon break something tonight
Oh see get on your knees
And I'll show you what's my fantasy
Like up in the coupe, coupe
Tell your bitch she ain't gotta be mad at me
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
(Remix, remix)
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy
You gotta li li li lick me from my ass to my clit
Then you gotta su-suck the pussy while I sit on your dick
And I wanna talk some shit while I feel it get stiff
And then ruba-dub on my tits while I nut on your lips nigga
I'm a BK bitch, love to ride dick
Ass in his face, cock spread out
Nigga uptown, nigga down south
Same ol' shit, foot's in his mouth
F-O-X call me rough sex
Especially when a bitch get right on the X
Get it, right on X
Fuck him, check right to the next
Bitches go right, Fox right to the left
Nigga can't fuck, burner on his chest
36 D's, Prada on the breats
Baddest, send him home with na na on his breath
What? How you think a bitch got my rep?
3 Mills, still BK to the death
Still don't give a fuck
Still pose naked
Still specialize on sittin' on niggas faces
Pop magnum's by the cases
X5 Benz still spend big faces
Big frown, brown, hold first places
You know what you can do nigga?
You can li li li lick me from my ass to my clit
And ruba-dub up on my tits while I nu-nut on your lips, fucka
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
Uhhuhh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow
(Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something and you think they talking)
(Bout you, you not quite sho' Younasayin' but it aint no way they talking' bout)
(You, introducing the new membes of Disturbing Tha Peace: Small World)
(From Norfclk, Dolla Boi from Playaz Circle, Here we go What?)
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
3, 2, 1
What's begun, is the start but bitch we be saying we
"we just getting started it since one"
Y'all been monitoring, pondering bout it
How bout I, pull it out and kapaow, I'll heat em up out his mouth with it
Big Small World, Norfclk is the gang, extended clip in the jeans
Put em in a box like Bisquick
I'm a laker wit clips, get em in the lake wit clips
Truth is ya a clipper with clips aint cha bitch
I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you for looting dollars
But you lootless and dollarless, fuck it I shot for Luda n Dolla
I crash parties, blast with proposed toast
Im a have a problem like Scrap blat with me short of hoes
Muffle ya damn lips, or there be mixture of blood and dandruff
If you don't get my damn drift
Creep to ya grave and leak DT Piss
This is yo highness at his less tempered
Keep it pimpin' and watch
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
I been having a bad day, the same ol shit
We don't give a fuck about who you is
The same ol clique, and the same ol biz
The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip
The same 4-4, with the same ol clip
Half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get, bitch
R.I.P. Rick James "I'm Rich Bitch"
You talkin' to much, nigga you a snitch bitch
And we don't do it like that
We do 3 quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black
Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack
Unload em reload em, we back black
And when dem gats letting off
Red dots loud noises like planes taking off
Dolla Boi I got the game in a cross, make me bang at cha boss
For dem things coming soft, nigga
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then its dick I give her
Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver
Neva back down, won't shake nor shiver
Fuck with me and get found in the Chattahoochee River
This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker
But shoties to the body make him drop much quicker
Yeah I appear to be a nice lil nigga
Fuck with anything I love, I'm a stone cold killa
Eating off of 'Sace, sleeping on chinchilla
8 figga nigga, I'm a multi milla
See me in the street, it can't get no realer
Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla
My neighbors say my house can't get no bigga
I do good ass bidness, with a bad ass temper
Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper
Or I'll Brrrrddd Stick Her HaHaHa Stick HER!
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Yeah.. what.. you!
UH-HUH! C'MON!
Yeah.. yeah, what?
Nasty Nas, Virgo
Uh-huh
L-L-Ludacris, Virgo
Uh uh uh
Doug Fresh
As we go, somethin like this
Nasir..
Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand
Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo
Hey girl, just come and hold my hand
Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo
We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though
I drop you off at, Willoughby and Myrtle
Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off
You seen me convince your homegirl though
Plus she says her life is too hard
She says that she wanna come and build with the God
Promise that she gon' play her part
Cause what I spit gets straight to her heart
And, she's damn fine, feet Hammertime, damn if I mind
Love is the bu-bubblin back of your waistline
I don't waste time, gotta GET GET ON IT
Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron and
in the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes
She walked by askin me, "Are you Nas?"
Why? "If you was I'd be totally twi"
What's that? "Totally with it, T.W.I."
Ha ha, well, here I am, yep I'm the man
Bartender put a Cosmo in that girl hand
So, here we standin before I begin
Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem
Tongue skills, yeah I like that, now we on the right track
Straight to my Phantom, call Africa Black (brrrring)
Ever since then, she been yappin a track
Told her friends, now they hollerin behind her back
Sing!
Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand
Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (that's right!)
Hey girl, just come and hold my hand
Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo (tell 'em, tell 'em)
We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though
I drop you off at, Peachtree and Myrtle (uh)
Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off
You seen me convince your homegirl though
Now I was, so fresh and so fly in diamonds
When I stepped up in the club even my eyes was shinin
Bling! A little cute thing said, "What's yo' name?"
I put my necklace in her face and told her read the chain
Oooh ooh, so stuck up, told me shut the fuck up
BLAOW! Ludacris in the ho-oooh-ouse
The needle hit the record, they was playin this song
All the ladies hit the floor and it was EH EH ON
Live forever like Fame, let the Leroys dance
While I'm laid back chillin in my b-boy stance
Could be a little pop lockin if your girl's top droppin
But watch for cockblockin on my coochie stock options
But later for the ASSDAQ, throw 'em on the fast track
Make 'em swip swap Nasty N-A-S pass that
honey in the black cause I'm feelin her curves
He looked down at what I had and said WA WA WORD
Why only serve one when we can serve up two
Then at the bachelor's pad, doin what the Virgos do
And these women so shy but get loud undercover
So we can have sex but I CAN'T BE YOUR LOVERRRRRRRRRRR
buck buck buck buck buck buck
Ah, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha ah ah-ah SING!
Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand
Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (c'mon)
Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand
Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (c'mon)
Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand
Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo (c'mon)
We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though (that's right)
I drop you off at, Two-Fifth and Lex-o
Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off
Seen you convince your homegirl though
They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat
Virgo proof baby run the streets
So let's go (let's go) let's go (let's go) for the beat
Let's go (let's go) it's the Virgo
Let's go (Nasty Nas) let's go (Ludacris)
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction
Satisfaction
Yeah, blow me a shotgun
B-b-blow me a shotgun
B-b-blow me a shotgun
It gives me (satisfaction)
Can you handle it
808 bang in the back with the woofer like boom boom boom boom
With my foot on the pedal and my hand on my strap
Got the engine like vroom vroom vroom vroom
What's up, you ain't never heard a nigga rap like-like this before
I got an addictive flow that'll give you (satisfaction)
I'ma make you satisfied, even if it kills me
Even if it takes the slower minds, a little bit of time to feel me
Recollect the 15 million I sold, or the 30 times I went gold
And if you take 2 puffs of this dro, it'll give you (satisfaction)
I've sold the most and noone's close, but I'm not meaning to brag
It's different strokes for different folks, like Angelina and Brad
Some keep the heat in the stash, put 30 keys in their Jag
And if cops ain't peepin your tag then you're gonna feel some (satisfaction)
Pumpin' out albums like Reverend Run is pumpin out children, here's another one
So catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland
I'm bound to be the greatest, I'm determined to win
Until then I can't get no (satisfaction)
I'm the one that went to the gunfight with a knife, and won
Left with his pistol and left him dead, the guy he tried to run
Just because my verse 2nd don't mean I am not the one
When I'm done I'm guaranteed to give you (satisfaction)
I might not be the best in the world, but the best the world ever seen
I'm all been in Georgia's daughter Conde ding-a-ling king
And when I'm digging deep in the spleen, I'ma make the cream and she scream
Baby get me hard like a Snickers bar I give her (satisfaction)
Yessir there ain't not other way so motherfuck what you say
Y'all had this spot, we took you off the top like a toupee
Them coke's been kick and pushed in this fiasco like Lupe
Back that ass up like Juve, cause the south we givin them (satisfaction)
Ever since I signed with Luda and them, my chances of losing are slim
Y'all talk that smack but copycat and do a movie like him
Yessir my mob got that goodie, as if my group had a kid
We gonna continue to give them a double dose of (satisfaction)
Yea Fleetwood drop the bomb, when I rhyme it's TNT
That's why my money long as the line at the DMV
When they askin who was that that was snappin I'm that answer dude
Like Snickers bring no nuts no (satisfaction)
I hustle and flow, I done been by my cheese since I was knee high
Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off peaches like I'm T.I.
Earvin Johnson gimme that rock and magic cap of Shawn Jay
Dope sold money for (satisfaction)
I been the nigga they can't fuck with, hot but the flow cold
Flip rocks by the boatload O.G. no see see me get tipped off getcha no dough
Zip-loc full of dro tow big glocks on the hip cocked try to play the big shots
Get popped with the four four
Don't be the reason they mopped in the floor for payin me, that (satisfaction)
Fool for a dollar let me get that pop, man I need this cream
Where my cake give me my candles, I got sweet sixteen
Now the kid with the cocaine flow got DTP on his necklace
Tickets Sold Out (skit)
This Friday performing live
At the Civic Center
You heard him on fat rabbit wit Timberland
I be that named Luda a.k.a. l o v a
You heard him wit Jermaine Dupri on Sony Playstation's John Matten 2000
Now see him perform live at the Civic Center
For three shows only
It's Ludacris
Tickets for the first show are not available
Because it's sold out
Tickets for the second show are not available
You got it right sold out
And tickets for the third and final show have been sold out
So hold up what the fuck am I doing this shit for
Yea-uh, here we go here we go here we go
Talk about that Word of Mouf baby!!
Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go
Ludacris, 4-Ize, D.E. what you want now now now now
Check it
You see I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquor
And women that are real life scratch'n'sniff stickers
I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers
Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor
You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for ya health
See I ain't gotta say SHIT! Money speaks for itself
With all models I make I'm +Great+ like five +Lakes+
You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my skates!
You rollin on dubs, I roll right into clubs
Dirtiest home with more rings than ya tub
You think it's all practical jokes and big bloopers
But I smack bitches with no titties that work at Hooters
Just get a couple of girls that shakin they thangs
Then I, put 'em on camera and cut two frames
With some gasoline drawers I'll be goin to hell
Ludacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of jail!
I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper
And my baby's assed out, cause I rub my cars with her diapers
So you can pray for now if you sinned in the past
"Word of Mouf" time to wipe that silly grin off yo' ass
These rap cats is soft like R&B; singers
It's 4-Ize, I've worked for wings and chicken fingers
I reps mo' parts so Chi-Town could get seen
I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean
I rip meanface niggaz one by one
or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come
Instead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from woodworkin
The black Hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkin
Creepin, I'm in the shadows, the nightshade
You want the tail in the back or, a light fade?
Cause Tony Scissorhands is the barber, the butcher
I kill ya smoke a blunt and forget where I put ya
I'm Soopafly like Snuka, I smack hoes
The black rose with the dozen attack flows
I rock Shaq's clothes when I alter beast
Yeah.. we gon' send this one out
to e'rybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship
Let's ride
Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you
It's get out, put my pedal to the flo' and let's roll!
Yesss, 7 cars, 8 cribs and ain't a damn thing changed
I'm still pumpin 10 kickers, still grippin the grain
Still candy in the paint, still ridin them thangs
And most my folks would say I'm happy but I still feel pain
Until I, jump in my ride, that's my only escape
Me and my automobile's got these neighbors screamin, "Gimme a break!"
It's a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses
Don't be mad cause I can't hold my 500 horses
Lamborghinis and Porsches, Ferraris and Vipers
I'ma wipe the seats witcho' drool then rub the hood with a diaper
Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank
I MEAN to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank
Go strap your seatbelts on, go put your money up
Go put your life on the line, go put your honey up
Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys
Time to play or better yet it's time to bring out them toys
We goin
Assign your name in the streets (sign your name in the streets)
Yo, one of my ways of releasin tension while I'm releasin some steam
Even if I just put a fresh coat of wax on I'm makin sure the slippers is clean
The 26's is mean, shut down the block, nigga picture the fiends
My system supreme, you can feel the knock, just picture the scene
The chickens just scream, whole crew ballin they sick of my team
We gettin the cream, I'm through hollerin, I'm livin my dream
I'm black with a scheme, won't stop until that fat lady sings
And yeah it's actual and factual what my faculty brings
A car show for whatever we slide and wherever we glide
You can keep your rules and regulations man cause we don't abide
And we lookin alive, Mercedes Benz, 6 or the 5
In a Beamer, Lexus or Ac', we don't know how to act when we drive
And I fiend for the ride, I lay back and lean to the side
Onlookers and turnin heads is all that's seen through his eyes
I'm breezin on by, and no doubt, it's easy to fly
But it's even better when you slow down or ease to the side
and go
I'm ridin up in, GTO's, and fo'-fo'-two's
Grand Prixs, S-S's cause we so so cool
Ridin Regals or the 'llacs, we in Chevelles and Verts
Skylarks, motorcycles, ATV's with the works
Malibus and Camaros, T-Birds and Novas
Escalades, Navigators, Expeditions and Rovers
H-2's and Denalis, pickup trucks with the beams
Crown Vics, Monte Carlos, even Cutlass Supremes
are goin
Ah yeah, we sending this one out
From everybody I mean to everybody from the H-Town to the A-Town
To worldwide so get your lighters, get your drink
And I tell you what I'm so fucked up, and screwed up
If anybody try to blow my high, you know what I'ma tell 'em
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(I'm screwed up)
I feel better than I've ever felt before, Ah!
Intoxicated but maintaining self-control, Ah!
I took a swig, I had a jug, chug-a-log, I'm loud and clear
I had some bud, I lit it up, and then I made it disappear
'Cause my magic tricks, are so fabulous
This shit's hazardous, got amateurs smoking canibus
If you mad at this, damn it then
I made a, call to my dog, time to split the blunt and break it up
Three-wheel motion, purple potion, I gotta shake it up
I tried to kick the habit, but it keep calling me
Abracadabra, here's a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed
Zig-Zag's and golden wraps got my mind gone
Drugs don't affect my work, I still get my grind on
I'm leaning like the Tower of Pisa, the syrup squeezer
Come close to my stash, and get treated as if I'm Ebeneezer
I'm throwed, blowed, matter-of-fact let's call this the thrower potion
I'm screwed up, so no wonder things are in slower motion
I gots to have it,can't kick the habit, I've tried to shake it
The drug experiment stage if you mistake then
I'm from Screwed Up Texas, we drive reckless, and then we peel off
You ain't had shit until you smoke Sweet Tooth and Jack Frost
Hit it twice but don't cough, you gotta take it man
If it's a record for smoking I'm 'bout to break it man
Me and Luda puffing budda, we in a black Cougar
On Zap Judas, you try to jack us we grab rugers
How can I say it plain?
That I'm off that Mary Jane
And if it's true what they say
Then I don't know how many cells is left in my fucking brain
But I'ma keep on writing and lighting
Minds of these hungry rappers
And tell the hood that I've hired niggers and fired crackers
On the Fourth of July, opens your eyes I'm joking stupid
I love all races but if you hating my music then
I love my
Occupation we never have to take a piss test
Fuck a 9 to 5 'cause I'm always getting rest
I wake to breakfest and head
You wake up to breakfast in bed
Should I drive my H2? Hmmm?
I'ma take the Lexus instead
Pimping ain't dead but I'll leave you niggaz
Dead from all this pimping
I'm riding spinners like a pimp
That's why I'm limping
Off substances that's controlled
That's how this story goes
I popped the cap, broke the ice
And Lil' Flip done broke the mold
I'm so cold I think I, see dead people
Nah, that's just my homies passed out in the Regal
Believe it, the potency is so strong, if you notice me
I'm calm, cool, and collected and if you, disrespect it
We doing this for them players that bank screw music
We don't pass out after 8 blunts, because we used to it
Me and Cris like cheech & chong
So hurry, break out the weed and the bong
'Cause if it ain't Grade A trees, we gotta leave it alone
And to my homie screw, you know I gotta hold it down
And if they want it then they gotta come and take the crown
Hahahahahaha So there you have it
Sending this one out to all my drinkers and all my smokers
United and lighted we stand inebriated we fall
And if you wanna pass the sobriety and breathalyzer test
Hear's a quick Luda tip some packets of mustard in your car
Things ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be
Like all these fakin' ass rappers in this industry
Talkin' bout what they got, and they ain't got a damn thang
How you own three cars, but you don't own ya own name?
Get ya business right boys, the first class is in session
Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession
Start up ya own company, trademark the name
That's gon' run ya bout a grand so start savin' ya change
Open a bank account quick, and then follow these steps
Sign yourself to yourself and start signin' ya own checks
Hit the booth and start recording at the speed of need
Whatever gets ya juices flowin' could be speed or weed
Get it mixed and mastered, pressed up and plastered
Sell it to ya whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard!
Show all the non-believers what you destined to be
And in just a couple years you could be rich like me
But I can't hold my tounge
I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun
I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to ya straight, no chase
I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo face
And I'ma tell it like it is
I can't hold my tounge
I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun
I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to ya straight, no chase
I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo face
And I'ma tell it like it is
See, mostly all your favorite artists got some serious problems
The money could be the problem, but money can't solve 'em
Some get addicted to drugs and flat out lazy
Some taste a little fame and go flat out crazy
I'm close 'cause those close wanna live off my fame
And that type of shit alone will drive a nigga insane
Not to mention all the vultures, the scandelous promoters
Crabs will try to sue ya, magazines will misquote ya
Most of these label-heads, they don't care nothin' about ya
If you stop sellin' records, they'll act like they don't know ya
It's hard mixin' business with pleasure, so don't play
Me and my crew argue and fight like every other day
Rappers ain't above the law, but our life is so fast
That we got a Special Task Force of police on our ass
All that, and this is really just the start of it
Hip Hop, you really wanna be a part of it?
I can't hold my tounge
I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun
I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to ya straight, no chase
I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo face
And I'ma tell it like it is
I can't hold my tounge
I'ma tell it like it is
Man this biz ain't all fun
I'ma tell it like it is
I'ma give it to ya straight, no chase
I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo face
And I'ma tell it like it is
What's worse than havin' no money is havin' it and losin' it
What's worse than havin' some money is grabbin' and abusin' it
We never took no money from Chingy, thought I was cool wit him
I wish his ass well, but I don't want nothin' to do with him!
Some don't own they publishin', me I never fool wit 'em
I'm down for my artists, try my best to stay true to 'em
'Cause outside my label competition is irrelevant
Unless I'm still in competition with my president
And believe that I'm supportin' the Hova
''Cause the industry's shady, it needs to be taken over'
But the first rule to accumalation of wealth
Is Don't trust nobody but ya God damned self!
I can't hold my tounge
I'ma tell it like it is
Man this biz ain't all fun
I'ma tell it like it is
I'm give it to ya straight, no chase
I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo face
And I'ma tell it like it is
I said I can't hold my tounge
I'ma tell it like it is
This biz ain't all fun
I'ma tell it like it is
Give it to ya straight, no chase
I'ma tell it like it is
Look you straight in yo face
Yeah nigga got that Ludacris
Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click
And you know what i'm tired of?
I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas
So if you see one you know what you do?
Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
Put ya hands up where I can see em see em see em
Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up
Target niggas wouldn't wanna be em be em be em
Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour
For the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollars
I'm from Texas nigga it get hectic nigga
People depending on me I can't neglect it niggas
Cause the game is deeper than just working off the beeper
If the paper ain't right then we calling a sweeper
To clean up the problems and straighten the mess
So nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya vest
This ain't the east or the west the 'bama weed or the stress
I'm Young Pimp from Port Arthur and we done passed the test
And we smoking the best everywhere that we go
And when our records come out them bitches sell out the sto'
Stayin throat on the 'dro and keep that thang on the flo'
Want my momey up front when we come for the show
Y'all can play wit ya paper but i'm dyin for mine
So while y'all buying them watches i'ma stay on the grind
Fuck Nigga
Hallow laid hollow sprayed I'm the hollow man
I get to my hollow point wit my hollow plan
Hollow bullets I pull it i'm about to live in vain
And then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain
It's mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin gauge
Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fuckin stage
I feel a ghetto rage let's turn the ghetto page
My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs
And I got a ghetto aim with diamond 'bezeled rangs
So while my index is working my pinky's blinding thangs
I hit em at close range I spit em at most brains
You think you real rich nigga we gonna make some chump change
You think it's a fucking game you think it's a blood sport
You gasping for breath and I'm puffin on one of these Newports
And I see a red dot aimed at yo head
Then bright lights oh no po-po and guess what they said
They said
Say nigga you think it's a joke?
Trill niggas be going for broke
Twist this whistle loc and them muthafuckin pistols smoke
And it's just a matter of time before you labeled a busta
I just the nigga that couldn't catch up and cut the mustard
Now I got confidence I don't need no condiments
All I need is common sense to see through your incompetence
Nigga keep your compliments they don't flatter me
And that'll be the day bitch we don't play you know where the gat'll be
huh, right on the side of me (side of me)
Right where it's 'posed to be ('posed to be)
Bitch niggas die for me (die for me)
Just for getting too close to me (close to me)
So kiss your rosery beads and sing a silent one cause
I promise if you get it it's gone be a violent one
Coroner catching his breath like he's got asthma
When they cut on the blue light and see all that fucking plasma
Millenium murda master nigga I ain't new to this
So when you see that Bun-B young pimp or that Ludacris
You just
ATL the PAT UGK and DTP
(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
Shawn Drey I twenty Ludacris and Fake Fees
(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
Down South how we do it Pimp C and Bun-B
(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)
Roll trees ride D's make cheese and shake fleas
Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sistas to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing together
So come on now and get up to it yall
The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the line's around the corner
Cuz the little motherfucker has the dopest shows
So one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be gettin' that cake
Two times for my dawgs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south
Then we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B;, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal
cuz they cant get what I gots
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' rappers in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin' outta time
And I'm about to make 'em choke
Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
Let's get arrested for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon)
Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in these skreets, know what I'm sayin'?
While he on tv, I'm in these skreets
And then my broad, my kid walkin' around singin' it
Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level though
I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O' National
I got my own record label, you heard of us
The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real
Who this nigga thing he is?
I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times
I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And it's pimpin' in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way wanna baller block
Little do they know that I'm callin' shots
And I'm not to be fucked with
If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I tried to tell 'em, but they dont wanna listen
I tried to shine 'em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin'
And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools
Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules
Hear what I'm sayin' or heard what I said
Hear what they playin', cuz thru this music I'ma still be heard if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, cuz I'm hurtin' these beats
I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace
C'mon
Yeah, folk
The King of the kings has spoken
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block
We bouta let our nuts hang!
Disturbin' Tha Peace!
We dont die, we multiply
We makin Def Jam history
[Chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
[Ludacris]
Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on up
Double shot Hennessey fill my cup
Luda choke smoke in a big black truck
Should I wild out, what the fuck?!
Act like my rims ain't clean
How you gonna ache like my neck don't bling?
Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen
But they don't never really wanna pop them thangs
Cane, cane sugar man Luda don't go
And I stop at a light, pull off so slow
But I'm out for the night, so pass that dro
So, daddy come home in a Cadillac brome, Cadillac brome
Now don't it sound absurd
Claim College Park where they flip them birds
Trick car alarms, then bend them curves
Chop chop, chunk it up fat man herb
[Chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
[Ludacris]
It's illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow, that's my bud
Smoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luck
Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, nigga what?!
Act like I don't make cloud, how you gonna act like I don't get loud?
How you gonna act like I don't rock crowds?
And leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smile
If I recollect right then you sound like dirt
But, I guess what you really don't know don't hurt
With a vest, and a pump hear the shot gun
My folks on the block, man, they got that word (they got that word)
Don't it smell so good, in Southwest where they rep that hood
Protect your chest, they up to no good
And come through flossing, they wish y'all would
[Chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
[Ludacris]
Worldwide hustlers get that dough
Work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick
Keep a D eagle with an extra clip
think it ain't so, suck a dick!
Act like I just do rap
How you gonna act like I just ain't strapped?
How you gonna act like I don't push lacs?
Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on back!
Itchy finger trigger, man, Luda don't squeeze
With a mac, with a glock I'ma make 'em say please
In the back, on block so the cops they freeze
And I'm so high, I think I got a nose bleed, you gotta nose bleed?
Don't it smell so sweet?
In Decatur, where they pack that heat
And rob neighbors in the night creep, creep
I'll see you later we'll be in them streets...
[Chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
[Chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Yeah yeah
It's an everyday stuggle
Trying to get out
Trying to get out
Trying to make it
Check this out nigga
What
I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place
Bad luck is what resluts from my paper chase
I keep looking it ain't no dough
So I don't wanna look no mo what
I need to get away to another day or place in time
And find where reality can ease my mind
And shine on me like the sons of the earth
For what it's worth my turf is ruff and rugged so I gave birth
To a dream where cream lies between
All the dirt and the gravel so I battle to achieve my green
And still try to move forward at a steady pace
Cause bad luck is interfering with my paper chase
So I erase the crime lies and sad cries
Wit sore eyes and keep mines on the uprise
But it don't work cause im steady getting jerked
By my neighborhood up to no good where bad niggas lurk
The urk me leaving effects that's too negative
So Ludacris is looking for a better place to live
And I can't stand it it's really got me buggin
It's like im in the war and I just keep on tuggin cause i'm
I try to find a way outta this maze
It's got me crazed im in a daze
So many ways to boost into a different phase
But I can't think I can't do nothing
You think I'm fronting
You hear me grunting
Lord you ain't even saying nuttin
I need some currency before there's an emergency
Forget crimes I won't let my mind get the best of me
It's not gone happen I'm trapped in two worlds
On one side I see diamonds on the other I see pearls
It's a whirlwind disaster with two damn sides
So i'm gone with the wind and come right back with the tide
Cause I keep my eyes on the skies and my head in the clouds
And when my mouth is shut up it makes my thoughts get loud
It's like a crowd in a stadium
Mils I be craving em
Money making schemes locked up in my cranium
Cause I need outta this critical situation
My mind's in jail I don't know the time that it's facing i'm
I'm sick of knockin I'm sick of clocking
I'm sick of droppin in a hole never reaching my goal
It's got my soul seperated into pieces
It just increases
I'm hit wit anger like a cooked tit wit hot greases
So if you understood my attitude
Maybe you feel what i'm feeling
And then it start appealing
To ya intellect and aspect of dreams and aspirations
Death by temptations even got my heart basting
So i'm tracing the line where I can find a better path
And make it last sit back and laugh before the aftermath
The tragic flaw is what makes it raw
So let it fall and i'll get through it even if I have to crawl
My way, I see the sun and there's no delay
And i'ma pray cause the lord will make a brighter day
Or will he keep me in his holding cell
But enough wit the questions the only story to tell
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar, you know who we are, cause we pimpin all over the world,
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar, you know who we are, cause we pimpin all over the world
Sing it hoes,
All over the world baby, it's only right that I share my experiences with ya'll, cause I've been
Places where you'll never imagine, but Ima start at home, when I see a girl I like I walk straight up to her
And I'm like (ugh), Heyy girl how ya doin, you are the woman that I'm really pursuin, I would like to get
To know ya, can you gimme ya name, if you jot down ya number you'll get mine in exchange, Heyy
See I'm the man of this town, and I hope you would'nt mind if I showed you around, so when you
Go to certain places you'll be thinkin of me, we got people to meet and many places to see, Heyy
I'm really diggin ya lips,but be careful where you walkin when you swingin them hips, I'm kinda
Concerned that you'll be causin a crash wit ya traffc jam booty, heads pausin so fast, Heyy
I would'nt trade you for the world I swear it, I like ya hair and every style that ya wear it,
And how the colors cordinate wit ya clothes, from your manicured nails to ya pedicured toes
You hear the song so dance, don't always think I'm tryna get in your pants,cause see me my
Pimpin's in 3-D, I'm takin you places you only see on T.V., tryna show ya that livin is trife,
How many guys you know that can bring the travel channel to life, one day we on the autobahn
Swervin drivin, next day we in the sun on the Virgin Islands, if you wit me ain't no time to
Sleep, especially at wet willies on Miami Beach, but I drive you off and pay you no attention if
I make it to Atlantas Brina Brothers convention, then jump in the car and just ride for hours,
Makin sure I don't miss the homecomin at Howard, Hawaii to D.C. it's plenty women to see, so if
Yo ass don't show up it's more women for me, Heyy
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican day parade, then at night I'm in New Orleans drinkin hand
Grenades, outnumbered by the dozens at the jazz fest, in Mardigra all the women tryna show me
They chest, Heyy
I'm in Jamaica spendin massive bucks, while the ladies all beggin me to mash it up, I had sad
Beginnings when I rap wit no fans, now it's all happy endings in my lap in Japan, Heyy
I used to think that it was way too cold til I went to Canada and saw some beautiful hoes, now I
Hit the caribana every year in Toronto, then fly to Illinois to get a taste of Chicago(ugh),Oh
Yet and still you would'nt believe your eyes if you went to Brazil, ain't no need of even askin
Brah, the best women are reside in Africa, and that's real
Sing it hoes
Pimpin pimpin pimpin, ladies and gentlemen as we ride out, could we have all the real pimps,
Please put both of your pinky fingers high in the air, now ladies look around wit me, lets see if
We can weed some of these niggas out, cause it's no way that all these niggas could be pimpin, no
If you happen to see a nigga wit two sweat patches up under his arms, look like he been swimmin
In shoulder height water, please tell that nigga, put yo hands down, if you smell like you been
At work all day and your car, please put your hands down, now look up at the pinky fingers that
Are still in the air, if you see him ashy around the knuckles, like the nigga wash half of his
Hands and lotion three quarters of his body, please say put yo hands down, if yo spinnin rims
Spin counter clockwise, you are not pimpin, if you are dancin on the dancefloor and you look to
Yo left and yo right and you do not see a woman in sight, guess what you guessed it you are not
Pimpin, if your Vodka and cranberry is really really dark like blood, that's because you did'nt
Order Vodka buddy, that's why it's three dollars a glass, put your hands down, now look down, I
Need everybody to pull up your pants leg one time ok, you see the nigga wit the white socks NOT
PIMPIN!
, sorry unless you tryna do the Beat It entorauge, if your shoes have a buckle
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)
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)
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)
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)
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
Wha, uh huh
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
One more again head down pussy poppin on a handstand
Head down pussy pussy poppin
Head down pussy pussy poppin
Head down pussy pussy poppin
Head down pussy poppin on a handstand
On a handstand
On my american banstands
Summersalts cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing
Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole
And feel this dick getin outa control-trol
Oh no keep goin till a nigga like me say stoooop
Let it kiss the sky and then make it droooop
Tuck and twist if you don’t like it you can fuckin Cris
Im rubbin clits so stay in catch don’t try to duck and miss
(Bitch!) Do your stretches don’t pull no hamstrings
You got me movin infact your doin the damn thang
Stronger muscles exersize every body your body hurts
Lets do this sweatin thank God your bath and body works
I like a woman who makes her own doe don’t need a lot of help
But your heart’ll melt if I put a thousand in your garder belt
Lipgloss traces your pierced in 11 places
And your lips down town just made some familiar faces like WOAH!
Imma send a chapter to this pussy poppin legacy
Shawna be that Bitch cant no bitches come fuck wit me
When I pop that cris im on that business and bubbly
When im in that 6 wit 20s spinin on luxury
Cuz I got that head game
Fuckin up that bed frame
But don’t get me wrong now shawty gon’ let that led hang
Better learn that game shawty
Better get yo’ man shawty
Foe he endup tamed and be gone all in the brain shawty
This here be futuristic
This business so explicit
The way I brake it down for you bitches its so exquisite
Let it go now front back watch me drop it like that
Show me where that money at
Boy come wit them 100 stacks
Now break in wit that pussy poppin
That pussy droppin to the flo'
And got these niggas slobbin' he wantin mo'
Wit out that doe popi aint nuttin happen
Cuz that’s the show im from the go u get that pussy poppin
Stopin that pussy dropin GONE
Every time we hit the club
We at least 50 deep
Smokin' purple, pourin' grichi got everybody keed
At the club 7 days a week find DTP off in this bitch
That ho! poppin dropin God damn shawty who is this
Redbone wit a scorpio tatted on her tummy
Im sittin slouched back in the chair stuntin waving money
And shawty start zig zaggin a dariair for me
A bowlegged throughbreded said her name was strawberry
Up her pussy she pushed in a whole bottle of Mo
Reached in my pocket grabbed a G and then threw it on the floe
Here u deserve this doe now jump on stage and work the pole
Face down ass up hoe hands on those
Now pop that couchie you know the procedure
If you want this cash gotta make that ass shake like a seziure
Either magic or pleasas
Find me spending cheese up
Maxin out my visa
Yeahhhh baby, heh heh, yeahh!
Back again (that's right) Luda! Ha ha ha ha (Feel this)
It gets meaner and meaner each time baby
Feelin real good too (holla at 'em man) What up Uncle 'Face! (Yeah)
I'm a bull in this industry man (tell 'em)
Some would rather run down and get one cow (nah)
I think I'd rather walk down and get 'em all
You know what I'm talkin 'bout right? Look
I'm never goin nowhere so don't try me
My music sticks in fans veins like an IV
Flows poison like Ivy, oh they grimy
Already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign me
Respected highly, HIIII MR. O'REILLY
Hope all is well, kiss the plantiff and the wifey
Drove through the window, the industry super sized me
Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me
I'm on the rise, so many people despise me
Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!)
It's a celebration and everyone should invite me
Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!)
Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me
My whole aura's so MEAN in my white tee
Nobody light-skinded reppin harder since Ice-T
You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me!
Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)
Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)
But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)
Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)
Keep it goin it won't stop! (What you doin man?)
I'm comin for that number one spot!
Yes indeed, Ludacris I'm hotter than Nevada
Ready to break the steerin column on yo' Impala
If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla
In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha
Father, father, and hey I love gold
But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold
Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold
Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled
A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake
Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake
I crush mics until my hand breaks
Then shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straight
The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy
I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+
Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar
Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars
Causin lyrical disasters, it's the master
Make music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat Bastards
These women tryin to get me out my Pelle Pelle
They strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!"
Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin like Flo-Jo
Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo
Ladies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girls
[Ludacris]
Maaaaaaaaan, get out my way and watch out as I come through
Bustin' in your line, crackin' helmets in two
I bring the pain, so what'cha gone do?
Stand there and just get shook out your shoes
So clean out your locker, I'm out to get'cha
Cuz I just popped ya, you can't take the pressure
You might as well quit, cuz you just can't last
Madden two thou put your face in the grass
And your spine in the DIRT, so put on a SKIRT
If you step on the field and don't wanna get HURT
Just bruised and beaten, all black and blue
And it's been like that since Madden '92
[Ludacris]
You better come harder than hard, rougher than rough
Put up your guard, get ready to crush
It's thangs on this field that you just can't change
E.A. Sports, it's in the game, what'cha want?
(The rock in the palm of my hands!!!)
What'cha got? (I got John Madden!!!!)
What'cha want?
(The rock in the palm of my hands!!!)
What'cha got? (I got John Madden!!!!)
What'cha want?
(The rock in the palm of my hands!!!)
What'cha got? (I got John Madden!!!!)
What'cha want?
(The rock in the palm of my hands!!!)
What'cha got? (I got John Madden!!!!)
Feel the power
Yeah, hah..
When it all come down to it we ain't have shit!
(Woo! Use your mouth, haha)
Ludacris, 4-Ize, it's like this
I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust
Then give you a eighty dollar gift certificate to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but the crust
So you can feel what it's like, with instinct but no guts
A sac wit no nuts or a mack wit no sluts
Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched
They call me Seymour Butts, cause I get mo' ass than most
They say I'm next and got that butter love, and get too close
Follow the leader cause I'm meaner than medula oblongota
My +Tribe's+ on more +Quests+ than +Midnight Marauders+
It's all piña coladas, no cops and robbers
Takin trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas
I hump more than llamas, get rolled more than tires
If you say I'm not nice, then youse a motherfuckin liar
Entitled to your Opini-ons, into the next millenium
So many +Major Coinz+ that I thought I had +Amil+lion
4-Ize.. 4-Ize whatcha? 4-Ize
Yo, I am goin to blow up the Earth
with my "pew-36 explosive space modulator"
Buddha be praised, you meditator
Drop squad interrogator, 85 percent regulator
The Educator and the Almighty Creator, dedicater
The seperater of fiction, I spark friction
Smoking "Hay" without the +Crucial Conflict+ion
4-Ize prescription; microphone, Jackie Stallone
Psychic prediction, Egytian descripition
of my psychical, my flesh is weak and it's pitiful
Spiritiual is hooked up to the invisibile
umbilical cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Devine Kah
Remove paper of tar from every cigar
I slap authority like Gabor, Zsa Zsa
Half Allah, Half Anti Christ Superstar
Rockin the microphone with a hand like Dr. Claw
While I'm hittin trees - harder than Sonny Bono
Double Dragon, mixed up with an Abobo
I kill villians in slow-mo for talkin crazy in my Dojo
Got nothin to lose, like I'm a boxcar hobo
When I get Ludacris with bridges on the promo
Niggaz wanna clown; I'm +Homey+ and +Bozo+
Cause in the grand prize game my life callin like Jo-Jo
The name sticks like Toto
I keep it realer than alien autopsy photo
You similiar to a Spice Girl goin solo
You lost like BEBE, or a dog named Toto
My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
We +Cop+ +Robo+, virgo
Bust ass like a motherfuckin homo, como estas?
Tony Del Negro
Built to destroy these kid's blocks of Legos
Lego my Eggo cause I say so
Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted
Manifested, elevated, I uplifted
The elevator, the esclator
"That's not a knife? That's a knife!"
Crocodile Dundee the Alligator Rustler
Cause I hustle ya, under the +China+
+Big Trouble+, little sewer but still I find ya
Cause I'm stinky
Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky
Stop movin so slow - I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go - I got mouths to feed
Rain hail sleet snow - I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to GET TO THAT PAPER
Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary
Cause paychecks are comin up shorter than February
Can't get a real job, I never finished school
Can't get no new clothes, I wore the same tennis shoes
But now the game's changed, I'm all about the hustle
And even Hogan Knows Best, I'm all about the muscle
I'm all about my team, I'm all about my green
I'm 'bout supply and demand, I'm 'bout to serve the fiends
And I'm a workin dream, I keep the circuit clean
See I'm the FUCKIN FUTURE~! I'm a workin machine
Don't trust a soul I'm the only one watchin my cream
So I stay in heavy rotation like a washing machine
Motherfucker I'm a monster in this game, I turn 20 into 50
50 to a hundred and a hundred to a Bentley
A Bentley to a building and a building to a 'scraper
Can't keep up with the news but I get that Daily Paper
And youse a daily hater cause my foot game is major
After a while, crocodile, see you later alligator
My baby need new shoes, her momma need Giuseppes
Mercedes need new shoes surrounded with Pirellis
A finger to the world, paid my dues and I'm ready
To pack up all the tools and just cruise in the Chevy
Million dollar deals makin moves on my celly
Cause I owe it to my girl to put food in her belly
Wake up and smell the coffee, it's time to make the doughnuts
A kid who had a kid, my kid made me a grown-up
You ever threaten mines I won't resist to put the chrome up
My guns'll be like gang signs (ALWAYS GETTIN THROWN UP)
Atlanta put your zone up, we true to these streets
I got 12 hungry artists, whole CREW gotta eat
So hell NO I don't sleep, I'm like an Energizer battery
Got 19 employees, I gotta pay they salary
My momma quit her job and I retired my pops
Got killers on the payroll, I hired some cops
I accept responsibility, they all pay rent
In this life one thing counts
In the bank, large amounts
Now everybody wants a piece of my pocket
And it don't help when I'm screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cuz there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stockin' ass bitch (oh yeah)
Cuz good game I'm talkin' and yet you're so true some women will have you feeling blue like cris
I lay my feet upon the path and now I'm walkin'
I spread my wealth out or someone close will have me layin' in a ditch
I have my friends steal from me
Snatch my credit card and my wallet hit the town and leave outstanding bills for me
They say I got the cash for it and I can't recall one single member of my family that never
asked for it
They've been kicking down doors and bustin' out flows
They can't get me on the phone so they surprise me at my show
And everybody needs a loan plus they say they won't blow it
All I hear "common cuss you know I'm good for it" (man)
Now don't get me wrong cuz being rich is such a beautiful thing
But more money, more problems people drive me insane
Now giving no handouts no more so take advantage and flee
My goal's to set my friends up to make some paper like me
Put them in position and make their wishes come...true
So they can have multiple accounts gain interest over night
Given a million dollars, what you gone...do?
Wrap your life for your kids-kids or would you spend it over night?
Now see me I do both I got unlimited funds
My daughters life was set before her stankin' butt turned one
And it don't help that I got 4 or 5 retirement funds
So if I choose before I'm 30 I can lay in the sun
My dividends can show and prove the real meaning of fun
That's why I live by the sword but you can die by my gun
The IRS `ll never sweat me or even put up a fight
Cuz I'm sure I pay more in taxes then you made in your life
Because...
Now women these days don't want a man without a nice pay check
So we splurge even though our lives ain't in right place yet
Buying jewellery and some cars just to impress these whores
Meanwhile your child's poor like "daddy why you left me for?"
Yeah but it all comes back that's why I named my daughter Karma (yup)
Who teaching me the lesson of life and making me smarter
I sweep her off her feet cuz I'm her knight in shining armour
And I have your fucking head if anybody tries to harm her
Got to teach her about the game that most of us niggaz are spitin?
About these scandalous ass women that get money thru gifts
They suck a cold hard wood for some cold hard cash
Or ride a brother good to put a foot up on the gas
So that brand new ride pick up our friends
While you're slippin` she slides
Drop top Benz gold diggers inside
Crazy what the world will do for money
Thinking that everything will be alright
Yeh, ohh!
Check me out, look
It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain
Fo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the game (what up?)
And last album, they don't like me to tell this
Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!)
That's what they tellin me, switch up your melody
Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies
So they can lock us up one at a time
But true writers stay FREE in e'ry one of our lines
And if you not feelin I'm the cream of the crop
I'll KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top!
Still you lookin at a man that's financially stable
Only nigga gettin checks cut from four different labels
That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts
Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as FUCK
So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody
It's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty
Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for meals
And HEADS UP! Ludacris is almost out of his deal
I'm over ten million sold, every album is CRACK
And for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my BACK
Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom
Though I make big money, still handle small problems
The ramblin at the mouth, I don't PLAY THAT SHIT
I'm the best and I ain't really got SAY THAT SHIT!
(Answering Machine)In the middle of the day now hey hey,I seem to think of only
heheheeeee yeah hey yeah um hey(beep)
(Girl Talking) Why ain't call mall me back,Im been tring to get that out you
all week (beep)
O.k O.k alright damn I'll swollow just call me back(beep)
O.K O.K alright the crew can hit it just call me back
(man talking) well um dude there you have
Hey! Thank all yall for comin' out tonight
It was a beautiful night tonight and The Shizznit
Where pimpin' and dead, these hoes just scared
Thanks Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, all the niggas from the LBC
It was a beautiful night tonight
Oh, look at these fools, Ay! Security! Come get these niggaz!
Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach
Ready to relax, kick up my feet
Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I wanna do
Broke out and called up the homeboy Snoop (What happenin' nephew?)
Oh, nothin' just called, lookin' for some women that can fondle my balls
(Well you hit the right dogg, I can help you with that
Gimme 15 minutes, and I'll hit you rite back)
Off to the hotel, I was ready indeed
Slapped the button in the 'llac to control the speed
Put one up in the air, the cops just stared
Waved my hands out the roof like I just ain't care
Got to the tele and I slid thru the door
On to the elevator, hit the penthouse floor
And what would happen next only time could time
Cuz I got up to my room, and I was mad as hell (Aaah! Damn!)
Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes)
Who let these hoes in my room?
Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes)
Who let these hoes in my room?
Now it was five B.A.P hoes and they look like trash
But one was midget, so we'll just say four and a half
I was stuck speechless, couldn't believe my eyes
What'd I do to deserve this unpleasant surprise?
And I was thinkin' to myself, "This is just my luck"
Then my nigga bust in like "What the fuck!?"
(Oh shit it's Snoop!)
Who in the hell let them booger bears out they cell (Not me)
And what they doin' in ya' room? Nigga make 'em bail (Yeah)
Got some fine bitches, dime bitches on they way (Okay)
And told security, "Let 'em in, with no delay" (Ha Ha!)
So when they get here, they'll probably be like half naked
Don't mean to trip out, but bitch yall got to dip out (Dip Out!)
Catch the elevator up one floor
Presidential with the slidin' key for the door (Oh No!)
What the fuck goin' on? Shit, all around the world Luda, then its the same song
Them bitches was so ugly, I told 'em to go home
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Man who let these hoes in my room?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (Oh no!)
(Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Well who let 'em in then?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (Get out!)
Now, these chicks wouldn't leave, they was ready to clown
One was 5'6 and weighed three hundred pounds
(No she didn't come thru with a thong on
She did for the hell of it, big fat whale of it)
You can't seperate me, Ima seperate you
Bitch ya' pussy smell like Pepe Le Pew
(You filthy, nasty, sick in the head
Sittin' in my dressin room with dick on ya' bread)
She said "I want you to climb in this underwear, silly"
But I was turned off by her tupper-ware titties
(Fake bitches, break bitches, make bitches
Kick rocks, when they fucked up in they face
Tick-tock, you gots to get up out my space
Hey Ludacris let's get the fuck up out this place, let's bounce)
Then it got to my head, and somethin' reminded me
I know who let 'em in, it was Bill O'Reilly (Faggot)
(Ya' white bread, chicken-shit nigga!)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Who let these hoes in my room?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(I need to know, who let these hoes in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
Ay, ay yall gotta go
Yall gotta get the fuck up outta here, ugly ass bitches
I dont understand how these bitches always get in my dressin' room
You know what I'm sayin'?
Soon as I get off stage, it's 7 or 8 ugly ass bitches posyed up in my dressin room
And security act like they dont know who did it
I know you feel what I'm sayin', I'm my nigga around the whole world
We need to form a society or somethin'
Fat, gorilla, monkey mouth bitches cant get in our mothafuckin' dressin room or backstage
And if they do, we kindly put our foot up their asses
And re-direct them bitches to security dressin' room, you dig?
What the fuck's up!
DTP in this mother fucker
And for all ya'll that don't like it
Do one thing, get the fuck back
'Cause all my niggas iz ready
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna
Let's show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace
Get the fuck back, bitch
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
D-low make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
Bronson, mutha fucker, give me more than three feet
DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep
Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters
Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers
How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke
Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way
I'll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee
I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways
Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots)
See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass
Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass
I'm from the southside, College Park
G Road, niggas gone
Ride when the beef starts
Don't hold back, let the heat spark
One's through his vest, one's through his chest
Sleepy hollows put the niggas to rest, uh
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Shaw make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
What you know about projects, hoes, and murda
whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface
Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock
Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop
Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop
But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga
We pop bottles, bottles,
right over you head, niggas
Put nozzles, nozzles
Right over your leg, niggas
Our motto, motto
Is kill 'em instead, niggas
We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas
All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed
The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half
But I use a full clip, cuz I'm a full fledged killa
Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Fate make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
We the filthy niggas from the South, A-Town represent us
Strong armin' motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle
You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixed tapes
Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape
You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood oze
I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse
Just keep on pissin me off, like a week kidney
And you will find your family reading your obituary
These people tryin' to scrub the red off
Stains they don't get off
They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off
Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin head off
I got a letter from the government, the other day
They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay
They on their way, three minutes to get the k
Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and imma spray
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, imma have to maintain
Okay, I remember the days
High rights, low lefts, Even Stevens and Faze
Troops Lotto and BK's those was the days
High tech boots spray paintin' wit'cha name
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
They carry long chains
One gone but yo we miss ya'
Harris photos school shots can you remember
Bury him told his bitch go to the prom and die
Didnt lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5
When she disobeyed hand off clated craze
Just to reiterate dog those was the days
Fo' da invasions of hatas I aint cool to mile around
Use to get down at True Flavas bumpin Key Lo
Walkin' damage cross colored and Paco
While play more step than talent shows
Prom nights tux and cane know its so cool
Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school)
We were tryin so hard
Hard to survive
Cause eventhough we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And thats how it went
When we were kids
In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown
Hamwood and Diplomats
Played with Transformers, G.I. Joe's and Thundercats
We was lovin' that
Before to started jackin jacks
For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through
College Park after dark
Crown Victorias police unmarked cars
Be aware... Wayne Williams was out there
But we didnt care kids was gettin' stabbed and ditched out there
To busy playin'...Double Dare
You touched shorty on the ass that's a bet
Want ya Kool-Aid and sugar smack ya hands and say sweat
It's mine now place it in my Louie Vaton pouch
Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch
Slout socks box Chevy Caprice
Hot knees cut da holes Disturbing Tha Peace
Wit no conscience broke niggas call em nonsense
No com-mission this is lil fate payin' homage to College Park
We were tryin so hard
Hard to survive
Cause eventhough we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And thats how it went
When we were kids
I had a Long John but no Silver
No gold or plat
I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back
With 2 sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches
And set fires in garbage pales and cabbage patches
A child of the corn been wild since I was born
Climbin' over barb wire clothes got torn
Shoes got muddy and my clique turned cruddy
Wherever I go they went they my buddies
I brush teef brush naps and cause treats
Dreamin' of Cadillac with wood wheels and plush seats
Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats
Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf
When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for ACTION!
Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one
Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys
And be with the people makin all that goddamn noise
We were tryin so hard
Hard to survive
Cause eventhough we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And thats how it went
Featuring: Young Jeezy
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
(Dedicated to all my hustlers)
To the game, then f*** blew up
(That's a product of they environment)
I grew up a f*** screw up
(Whether gettin' money legally or illegally)
Got introduced to the game
(We gotta do what we gotta do to survive, man)
To the game then f*** blew up
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
(Grew up a screw up, baby)
I grew up a f*** screw up
(Got introduced to the game)
Got introduced to the game
(I ain't took a breath yet, let's go)
To the game, then f*** blew up
Ever since I was an embryo, waitin' to shape up and ship out
Somethin' in my brain said, "Wake up and kick out"
Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out
'Cause when I came, I was draped up and dripped out
Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out
Peace out, A-Town gone and then I dipped out
And oh, my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out
I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out
Somebody get him, the little *** outta control
Put a little bit of rum in my bottle
I'll dream about diamonds and gold, gold, gold
To grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent
The essence of adolescence got my body feelin' fresh'n
Fresh'n, fresh'n
And it was a blessin' to rhyme and start reppin'
I was the best in my section with flows hard than ***
Still the best but now I'm grown with more range than a tec's
And I'm a heavyweight, you *** is lighter than my complexion
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
Homey fronted me a sip, s***, I made it a bird
That's seventeen and a half, all I need is the word
Say the, ice is cool but them pots is hot
You let it cook slow but that money come fast
I got what you need, I hope you brought all the cash
You know the kid pimpin' all over the world
A hundred carats got me all over your girl
Five freaks and my Gucci duffel bag
A corporate thug, I run with a Playaz Circle
I got a Field Mob that'll Disturb your Peace
Blowin' Sean Jay, all we do is smoke
Finish countin' my bread and I was gettin' some ***, wassup?
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
A *** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
When I came into the game, they ain't do nuttin' but doubt me
Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nuttin' without me
Pickin' up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown
Only reason you on that song is 'cause I turned that down
I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys
And five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpy's
From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions
From hangin' on the block to throwin' parties in the Hampton's
From broke as a joke to rich as a ***
I bought a plane and a boat and six other whips
No Marta, from dice on the curb to stackin' up chips
But harder from birds on my nerves to chicks on my ***
Guard your women, dawg, I went from ashy to classy
Went from a kiss on the cheek to doin' the nasty
Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars
It's not the hand that you're dealt
But how you're playin' your cards, boy
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
A *** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep, GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep
IF YOU'RE TIRED BE QUIET AND GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep
Maaan, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense
Read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent
Then about where your time spent
Mess around get your guys hit; a ten HUUUT!
I send Three-Six ol' sheeyit, nigga WHAAAT?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or heal you wound
Nigga I got shotty's and semi's - I love 'dro and Henne' ?
All brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many
I got QP's and halves - if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask 'Cris, I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much; I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mr. Crayola; niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-muthafuckas gotta know the routine
Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors
I look for div-idends - I ain't lookin' for you hoes
You bitch can't com-prehend; let me put one in your boot
Let me put one in your boat, so you ? can go to sleep
So, lay down bitch; gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boi
It don't mean a thing, boi, for me that ain't gon' swing, boi
Them god damn toys; do you know what I mean, boi?
Now if you warrin' and runnin' from them Three-Six niggas
This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga
Or bustin' massive 'round some S.K.
My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yo' cascade
I'm strippin' bitches and I'ma ball fucker with a limp
They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp
And quick to sink her on the nigga 'cause this what it's 'bout
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth
We Memphis niggas
North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mound
Nigga we be smokin' life; never shut ya Charlie Brown
Memphis niggas in this bitch; pockets full, ya know we bail
Hooked up with my nigga 'Cris, then we head to A-T-L
Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "Fuck you hoe!"
Nigga rollin' up the moe, as long that white shit up they nose
Mayn this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fuck; catch me in the lost and found
Better use common sense checkin' me out for bitch I can stand for
And up, get yaself in this clique
Without my tongue licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a slut
Look, I'm from Gittero what?
Southside niggas throw it up when it's time to get buck
Niggas in the back of the club postin' up
Waitin' for a nigga that's new to make it up
Ass in, ain't no askin'; it's no tolerance as long bitch check in
She wit' me, comments will only get'chu basically eternally resting
So abide by the call of the streets
If ya got a bitch better keep her on a leash
íCause Lil Fate gonna creep in ya home while you gone
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)
You never know how much you miss a person, until they gone
Like to hear it? Hear it go, I'm rehearsing, gotta sing my song
I know I've done some wrong, but I can't get right
Cause life is like a big fight
I'm stickin-and-movin, tryin to get my shit right
My family's been houndin me, friends they done turned against me
Kinda like they hearts was on a full tank, but now they empty
And they say I've changed, but like twins I'm just the same
It's because of my job, mo' money mo' prob in this dirty game
This industry FUCKED UP
That's right I said it, and it's fake as ever
Keep real niggaz around me, stay "Space Age 4 Eva"
Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree
But if you looked down from heaven, you'd still be proud of me
Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by
I didn't shed no tears when you left me
but the rest of the family cried
Trials and tribulations, ruined my concentration
Losin my patience, hard times for goodness sake'n
As this Valium slowly starts to kick in
Them subconcious, subliminal thoughts, start tickin
This whole world around me, diseased, and crumblin
Babies doin dope cause daddy did it right in front of them
Everybody wanna blame music for they bad kids
Sittin up in the court talkin 'bout Eminem made me do what I did
My own hard times rolled in like the fog
Try to think of others, but I can't get past my own thoughts
My momma, in 1967, pickin cotton
While other blacks was gettin liberated, boycottin
My old man was a player, ain't no hidin that
He started tootin then he graduated to smokin crack
I never saw him, never needed to see that muh'fucker
He left me and my mother stuck down here in this fuckin gutter
I tattoed it on my arm so I can't forget it
It's in my mind and my heart so I'm forever with it
A drum machine, the old fo'-track, and a pack of new tapes
In the middle of, 1988, in a corner cafe
We made beats, and hung with old heads, and stayed out late at night
Do talent shows, fo'-way split the dough, that was our way of life
My momma stayed, home full time so she could raise me
Knowin without a, household father, things could get crazy
Sometimes I listened, sometimes I thought I knew it all
But nevertheless, momma was with me through it all
I graduated out of nothin, not out of school, it was like
12, 13, 14 years I'm thinkin cool
I might as well, be focusin on me tryin to get paid
Usin these rhymes I've been writin since in the 7th grade
Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage
It was just like a piece of pussy
It fucked me long as I stayed
But still I prayed, Lord I'm tryin now please help me out the water
It can't get no harder
I hate it when it's too many niggaz, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my dick, BEOTCH!!
I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOL
We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels
No holds barred but obey the block rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anyone like ya (HELL NAW!!)
I treat humans like students (FAIL Y'ALL)
So turn ya books to page 69 and start suckin
When Organized drop the tracks then start duckin
When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin
You wanna be startin some'n
Get out the booth
and lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down do's
Save all the H20 for front rows
Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes
Stay chromed out and that's on or off road
If you know what I mean proceed to stay clean
Light skinded nigga turn red but get green
Inhale some of that 'dro but blow steam
Love a combination big ass and tight jeans
Boy you done lost yo' mind
No I've lost my virginity
And I shot click like that fool shot Kennedy
What's the remedy Hennessey Coke
If you cut all your money you'd still be half broke
Ashes to ashes smoke or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get choked
If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke
Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope
So now we eatin lobster shrimp and things
And watch for imposters that's been in the game
We invented the game and y'all just got hip
Man what's that smell
PROBABLY YO UPPER LIP
Cause I love to walk around like my shit don't stank
Even if it's cigars and that purple color dank
Chillin in the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks
So put this in yo' jaw like weiners and beef franks
I put too much sugar in my Kool..Aid
And party like a kid wit a high top fade
Arrive to a show and I like to get paid
Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid
Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats
I'm on the right page but what's my format
I wave to the ocean cause I'm where shores at
And women go nuts just like my bozack
Did you know that? Man I'm the gift of change
Electric stoves so give me the keys to the Range
Shagadelic, beautiful but strange
Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flames
Rearrange, same broad different night
Pass the E&J; and let a nigga get right
The bomb threaten dude that's on yo same flight
Come On Over
Girl we minus well see what's up wit them niggas
Hello
Hello
Yeah; oh, oh what's up
This 20 this 20
Oh okay yeah yeah
Yeah yeah so what's up man
So what's up y'all going to come thru or not
Yeah we going to come thru there
Alright that's a bet
Let me go on and tell you how to get here
You ready
Yeah
O.k. you go shit
Let me let Chris tell you hold on
Hello
Yeah
Yeah o.k. you go 85 south
Okay
You get off on old national highway
Make a left
You going to come all the way down till you get to Creal road
Make a right on Creal
Okay
Then you just going to keep coming down
You going to see this big ass white Mansion on the right hand side
Word
Hell yeah
It's going to be this convertible Jag in the driveway
Range Rover all black
Hell yeah
We like right next door and shit in this hood house man
The door kind of fucked up so you going to have to climb thru the window is that kool
What the fuck hell no nigga
It's two a.m. in the morning and it uhh..
light showers and you're probably hookin up with that girl
that's been, two-wayin you all week. Her baby daddy's out
of town so uhh, you can fuck around. It's okay to check in
that Motel 6. $59.95, not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho.
Yeah. Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers -
magnum I hope. This is Phazon Love and uhh, I love hoes.
I just don't pay 'em!
Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em
Get that cut up! Oh-whooooooo, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em
I'm kinda hopin that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C.
So later on we'll be rollin
Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch
My niggaz never listen but I told 'em
When I catch you at the game runnin game at the A.U.C.
that later on we'd be bonin
Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back that
No wonder why you wakin up up swollen
I'm feelin you Luda', smokin my buddha, coochie recruiter
Comin at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast
Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash
on the back and leave it drippin down the crack of her ass
Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin booty soft as silly puddy
Killin for money, still a thug get bump; from some pokin
and locomotion hittin bunnies, for threesome getcha buddy
When I'm feelin scummy I love to cut
Tan skin so, butter soft I'm rippin the buttons off yo' - BLOUSE
Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' - HOUSE
Check the ratio of men to women and women to men when down - SOUTH
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo' - MOUTH
So we love that k-k-k-k
Now I got the feelin we can cut the hell out each other
And I hope we be the same thang - freaks
We can get the mattress goin eh-err, eh-err
Handlin business while I bang bang - skeet
Wash the dick off and kick off another session again
I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors
The pieces from the East is the shit
and the flesh in the West is the best
but Twista love them Chicago and South hoes
Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day
Cum six times - but it's seven today
Ludacris in the back of your Chev-e-rolet
Ahh, ahh! What's my name?
So magical I come and touch the game
You motherfuckers really lust to gain
Nothin but hatin and a look of disgust
So it's must, stay "Adrenaline Rush"
Wonderin why they don't be bustin the same
I'm clutchin my thang;
stuffin in it, strokin it down, beat the stuff up
Uh-uh shorty, don't run from it
She give me the booty I'm breakin it off
I can tell a style by the way that she walk
Fatty flickin like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
Pullin rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag
Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag befo' I tap it
I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that k-k-k-k
Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the bathtub
Makin you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs
It's killin me thinkin about the bottles that pop
The models that swallow willin, up under my pillow stayin strapped up
If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape
So give me the rope you gettin wrapped up
Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I'm fresh and fruity
Ya duty's to figure the booty's gettin slapped up
I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a video
but I got the radio bumpin Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist'
But after we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together
because now you gots to ride out - bitch!
Oh 'Cris, can you - do it again, that's what they askin me
Hit skins, causin catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my family
Sip gin, fulfillin yo' fantasies
In yo condition I'm wishin you'll take a lickin
and keep on tickin from thicker thighs
Finger lickin never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes
and you can tell she's a figure five, so we love that k-k-k-k
Cut up, gettin brains, in the Range
We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs
I like it when you let me try, anythang
Cause girl I ain't got nothin but time
Let a nigga get a little cut up girl
I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy,
where the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty. Can it be,
Sheila E, Appalonia, Vanity, all mad at me? I'm the
Prince dick of insanity. I'm good lovin, body-rockin,
knockin boots all night long, we not stoppin.
I don't care if the kids watchin, I stir it like motherfuckin
coffee and brown sugar. Girls dem sugar. World class lover.
Kama sutra, porno music producer. Tallywhacker is a rock hard
storm trooper with a purple helmet, made for crushin
pink cookies. Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies;
and fat women, because they need love too.
Yeah
Gotta feel me on this one
Ain't none of this shit happen overnight
We talking about a long time coming motherfucker
It ain't clean on these streets(uh, uh)
It's mean on these streets(yeah)
Blocks up, hats down
Fiends on these these streets
(So please pay attention when you coming around
Cause the blocks got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me)
I'm still back for the first damn time
So grab a hold of your seat while I OPEN YOUR MIND
And take you back from when I dropped down from heaven
And I came on my moms and I had a MIC as my fucking weapon
When I was three I was just a little G
But if you looked in my eyes you would see the future of a real MC
And at the age of nine I wrote my first ryhme
Soon rapping became one of my favorite pasttimes
Everywhere that I went spitting and dabbling
Showing my ass growing up and started traveling
From one city to the next luda landed in the ATL
Where the pimps and the players dwell
I made a tape did shows and got EX-PO-SURE
And kept learning as my black ass got OLDER
No matter what I just kept at my trade
I made mistakes but still stayed sharper than a GINSUI BLADE
Age 14, my talent show, a beast out of cage
Would have won, but got disqualified for JUMPING OFF STAGE
But I didn't care cause this game started to open it's arms
When I was at Banaker High School pulling fire alarms
So I could get a crowd around me make a name for my BLOCK
People told me keep flowing they didn't want me to STOP
Back when big nose John was my human beatbox
Skipped out on school hit open campus and look out for street COPS
Now I'm known around the town as that "Nigga who raps"
From the hill of Maze high to them G roll traps
And I was still making demos perfecting the craft
Some said I wouldn't make it they would giggle and laugh
So I picked up a couple books from DONALD GOINES
About the busimess of this shit and how to FLIP A FEW COINS
By the age of eighteen I was destined to MAKE IT
My bank account read DISTURBING THE PEACE INCORPORATED
Age 18, I'm struggling just to survive
But I got a gig working for change at 97.5
Now I'm rapping on the radio increasing their NUMBERS
Still Ludacris, but Alias was Chris LOVA, LOVA
Late nights I'm in the studio using they tools
Me and Poon was smoking weed and breaking all of they rtules
And I was krunk, ALL THE BIG WIGS WAS HEARING MY SONGS
But nobody did SHIT and they was taking too long
Three years went past and I saved enough cash
To make my own record company and put my self on BLAST
the album was independent it was just for the streets
I sold one thousand albums in my first fucking week
Then went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand
All the record companies biting, but I chose Def Jam
The main reason that I made it and I love the A town
Was because the BLOCK had it's EYEBROWS DOWN, ya heard me
Yah, Ive' been waiting a lifetime to get what the fuck I got
It's real man
Hardest working nigga in show business
Believe that
Shout out to Lil fate, I dub, Chaka Zulu
Yah Woo
The people's music I used to play some happy and some jealous
Cause I'm showered with cash and they can't remove they umbrellas
The people's music I used to play some happy and some jealous
Cause I'm showered with cash and they can't remove they umbrellas
You hear it raining don't ya
Gangsta whitewalls, TV antennas in the back (the back, the back...)
I wanna (diamond in the back)
I wanna (sunroof top)
I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
I wanna (diamond in the back)
I wanna (sunroof top)
I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
I wanna (diamond in the back)
I wanna (sunroof top)
I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
I wanna (diamond in the back)
And I wanna (sunroof top)
I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
diamond in the, diamond in the, diamond in the...
It's hard growin' up lookin' at drug dealers wit' all this paper
Wonderin' how I can get me some
My family's strugglin', I'm buggin', sittin' on my porch
So confused, chewin' on some bubblegum
I was always taught to use my manners with the misses
But please, stay away from the hoes and snithes
And I was always reached for the sky, I dont know why
Ima little bitty kid wit' a whole buncha gangsta wishes
When I grow up, you just wait, Ima be so straight
And everything's gonna be so marvelous
No more borrowin' from the neighbors, no more haters
No more blowin' Nintendo cartridges
Ima have it made in the shade, Ima be so paid
And my fam, get 'em off that payin' them bills
Matta fact Im schemin' my way on up out this hood, I'll be good
When I ditch these trainin' wheels
Diamond in the back
I wanna (sunroof top)
I wanna (diggin' in the scene with a gangsta lean)
I wanna (diamond in the back)
I wanna (sunroof top)
I wanna (diggin' in the scene with a gangsta lean)
I wanna (diamond in the back)
And I wanna (sunroof top)
I wanna (diggin' in the scene with a gangsta lean)
I wanna (diamond in the back)
I wanna (sunroof top)
I wanna (diggin' in the scene with a gangsta lean)
Diamond in the, diamond in the, diamond in the...
I'm sick and tired of ridin' public transportation
Been patient waitin' on my set of wheels
I'm willin' to do what it takes, whatever the stakes
In order to get myself some dollar bills
It's too many holes in my socks, and I'm ready to box
Anyone tellin' me I need better shoes
And I aint the only one trippin', or makin a fuss
My older cousin need some cheddar too
He thinkin' 'bout comin' up on the lick, to get it quick
It involves that local corner store
I overheard him say he knew who works there
And whatever they do, dont let the owner know
I hope he come back with enough to let me borrow some change
At least for the summer
And if he dont let me borrow nothin, but ask me what I want
Ima tell him I wanna...
Diamond in the back
I wanna (sunroof top)
I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
I wanna (diamond in the back)
I wanna (sunroof top)
I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
I wanna (diamond in the back)
Could use a (sunroof top)
Sho' wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
I wanna (diamond in the back)
I wanna (sunroof top)
Sho' wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
Diamond in the, diamond in the, diamond in the...
Why cant I walk with a limp mama? wont be no drama
For goodness sakes, Im just a kid
Had to get my whoopin' in fo's, I was just a po'
Like there no remorse for what I did
Gotta learn the hard way, when runnin' them streets
How some just creep, really just to eat a meal
"I coulda swore it was mine," what I used to tell the po-pos
What I left to rob and steal
Man, I gotta earn for a livin', aint nobody givin' me nothin'
Find somethin' I love to do
Hmm, what about that pimpin'? It's good tippin'
Tax free, and I know a lot of people that love to screw
Yeah, it's just a way of the world, with boys and girls
I'm adjustin' to my environment
This government cheatin' us, so I'll cheat 'em back
Why cant work feel like retirement?
Diamond in the back
I wanna (sunroof top)
I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
I wanna (diamond in the back)
Could use a (sunroof top)
Sho' wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
I wish I had a (diamond in the back)
I wanna (sunroof top)
I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
I wanna (diamond in the back)
And I wanna (sunroof top)
I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit
Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America.
Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses.
Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay.
Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty
when you hear it. The throne has been taken, so kiss this
nigga's earring. Luda throw some grapes on these bitches!
These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn!
They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty;
what I'm 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang
Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly
It's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli
Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles
And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles
My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline
It's Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines
I'm fly, even when I get high I work cash
And even got my coats bumped up to first class
I'm boss to all employees - and I'm here to teach the principle
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees
Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of
this shit man. Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get
a nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit. Man for real.
Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga;
man that nigga garbage. Man I got talent too, the nigga ain't
hearin me. Man iii-iiiis this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris.
'Cris, f'real man. FUCK YOU NIGGA, MAN FUCK YOU!
Fuck you too! What you wanna do, scrawny nigga
But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos
Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as SHIT
I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a CLIQUE
You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos
And comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitos
I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos
With five strippers, four wives and three amigos
I go scuba divin in Bays at Montego
I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo
But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo
I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo
I used to run numbers in line they caled me BINGO
Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle
Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled
And I stay with more BULLETS than yo' Billboard singles
Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applause
he is definitely all f'real - yasee WHAT I'msayin? Ha ha I be
fuckin with him all the time, yah know what I mean? I'm sayin, I used
to just sell home herb (?) now home come through he want fiftys OF purple,
he want quarters OF purple now. I DONT KNOW HOW to trip with it
man, I just sold him a QP last week of the flava,
yaseewhatI'msayin?
Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack
See piece of the bigger trap look at that God be rollin on that
Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know
Shady Park you heard just don't go
Quick to flip the bird up po'-po'
Makin the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!
Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people
I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go?
Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak
Tons of fun with guns
Fuck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that
Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear
Stop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare
I'm on, FIRE! And you know I can't stop 'til I re-TIRE!
Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin on Vogue TIRES!
Right down the avenue, passin you rapidly stackin
In the back of the Cadillac and packin emergency action
Camera, LIGHT LIGHTS, throwin a punch and then FIGHT FIGHT
Packin a lunch and then BITE BITE, A-T-L stay TIGHT TIGHT
I'm just tryin to save ya shorty. I'ma let you know
it's real down heah. When you ride down that two-eighty-five,
and you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road
fo' you get it cut free shorty just shake; cause dat where dem
real niggaz at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin
down Glenwood, Candler Road or Rainbow to shake!
Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. When you're goin down that
ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you get
to the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz at!
"Freaky Thangs"
(feat. Jagged Edge, Twista)
It's two a.m. in the morning and it uhh..
light showers and you're probably hookin up with that girl
that's been, two-wayin you all week. Her baby daddy's out
of town so uhh, you can fuck around. It's okay to check in
that Motel 6. $59.95, not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho.
Yeah. Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers -
magnum I hope. This is Phazon Love and uhh, I love hoes.
I just don't pay 'em!
[Hook: Jagged Edge]
Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em
Get that cut up! Oh-whooooooo, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em
[Ludacris]
I'm kinda hopin that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C.
So later on we'll be rollin
Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch
My niggaz never listen but I told 'em
When I catch you at the game runnin game at the A.U.C.
that later on we'd be bonin
Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back that
No wonder why you wakin up up swollen
[Twista]
I'm feelin you Luda', smokin my buddha, coochie recruiter
Comin at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast
Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash
on the back and leave it drippin down the crack of her ass
Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin booty sucker silly puddy
Killin for money, still a thug get bump; from some pokin
and locomotion hittin bunnies, for threesome getcha buddy
When I'm feelin scummy I love to cut
[Ludacris]
Tan skin so, butter soft I'm rippin the buttons off yo' - BLOUSE
Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' - HOUSE
Check the ratio of men to women and women to men when down - SOUTH
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo' - MOUTH
So we love that k-k-k-k
[Hook]
[Twista]
Now I got the feelin we can cut the hell out each other
And I hope we be the same thang - freaks
We can get the mattress goin eh-err, eh-err
Handlin business while I bang bang - skeet
Wash the dick off and kick off another session again
I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors
The pieces from the East is the shit
and the flesh in the West is the best
but Twista love them Chicago and South hoes
[Ludacris]
Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day
Cum six times - but it's seven today
Ludacris in the back of your Chev-e-rolet
Ahh, ahh! What's my name?
So magical I come and touch the game
You motherfuckers really lust to gain
Nothin but hatin and a look of disgust
So it's must, stay "Adrenaline Rush"
Wonderin why they don't be bustin the same
[Twista]
I'm clutchin my thang;
stuffin in it, strokin it down, beat the stuff up
Uh-uh shorty, don't run from it
She give me the booty I'm breakin it off
I can tell a stab by the way that she walk
Fatty flickin like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
Pullin rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag
Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag befo' I tap it
I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that k-k-k-k
[Hook]
[Ludacris]
Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the bathtub
Makin you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs
It's killin me thinkin about the bottles that pop
The models that swallow willin, up under my pillow stayin strapped up
If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape
So give me the rope you gettin wrapped up
Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I'm fresh and fruity
Ya duty's to figure the booty's gettin slapped up
[Twista]
I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a video
but I got the radio bumpin Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist'
But after we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together
because now you gots to ride out - bitch!
[Ludacris]
Oh 'Cris, can you - do it again, that's what they askin me
Hit skins, causin catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my family
Sip gin, fulfillin yo' fantasies
In yo condition I'm wishin you'll take a lickin
and keep on tickin from thicker thighs
Finger lickin never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes
and you can tell she's a figure five, so we love that k-k-k-k
[Hook]
[Jagged Edge - repeat 2X]
Cut up, gettin brains, in the Range
We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs
I like it when you let me try, anythang
Cause girl I ain't got nothin but time
Let a nigga get a little cut up girl
I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy,
where the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty. Can it be,
Sheila E, Appalonia, Vanity, all mad at me? I'm the
Prince dick of insanity. I'm good lovin, body-rockin,
knockin boots all night long, we not stoppin.
I don't care if the kids watchin, I stir it like motherfuckin
coffee and brown sugar. Girls dem sugar. World class lover.
Kama sutra, porno music producer. Tallywhacker is a rock hard
storm trooper with a purple helmet, made for crushin
pink cookies. Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies;
and fat women, because they need love too.
So go on big girl, whatchu gon' do?
Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris
Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor
.. it's goin down
Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo'
Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South
'Cris (yeah) you ready?
Oh it's my turn? Aiight..
I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?)
She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg lock (ohh)
She said she like the way I stick and make the bed rock
or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock, and it's on
So stop the sweatin like a wristband
And get some balance like a bike without the kickstand
I think I changed the definition of a hit man
Cuz I could really give a fuck about that bitch man, c'mon!
We puttin holes in your residence
And lose anybody for the right president
We thugged out street niggaz with intelligence
So all that bullshit you yappin is irrelevant
Oh yeah, I represent the Dirty Southside
I'm a dentist makin women open they mouth wide
You be in jail still runnin it on the outside
Thank not then won't ya open up ya mouth riiiight, but who cares?
I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell um how the South sound
UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA
UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh
Comin to Shady Park is like a peep show
It's some respectable ladies and there some freak hoes
I know killers that go to church up in they street clothes
You'll end up missin more than Shaq when shootin free throws
They packin and bout to open up the dope spot
My neighborhood is stoppin cars like a roadblock
They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin boat rock
And catchin ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never happen
And meanwhile I been thinkin man
Niggaz been slangin tapes like they slangin 'caine
Cuz in the hood its gettin ugly like orangutang
So if you tryin to stop the hustle get the dangalang
Okay, we tryin to make our own White House
Paint it black and start yellin our fuckin pipes out
You try to tackle some players and you'll get psyched out
They can't fuck with us niggaz you think they dyked out, so don't play
Disturbin The Peace, we do that funky shit
Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey clique
See Dre'll throw on them shades, and make that funky shit
And keep y'all women away if they got funky clit
Understand, we got that dough and it get rolled up
You pay the price and still we got the block sold up
Aint nothin nice a full house don't make you fold up
You full of heist and try to jet and I'm like -
hold up, god damn - I need to say it on a megaphone
And tell your sister get the fuck up off the telephone
These fools is tickin me off like fifty metronome
I'm takin all of ya money just call me Pebbletone!
Alright? I got the pistol and the safe key
You betta tell your bitch to follow you to safety
How dare you wanna be heroes and chase me
It's Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why?
Funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit uh
Do that funky shit uh
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
OHH! I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!
AHH, you just came home from doin a bid
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Talkin about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 9-1-1, PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece, we gon split ya wigs
See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries
You about to catch a cold, STAY THE FUCK AROUND FROM ME
Ya peeps talkin 'bout what kinda shits he on
You disappear like "POOF, BITCH BE GONE"
You think twelve gon catch me, GIMMIE A BREAK
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go FRONT, BACK AND SIDE TO SIDE, WHAT
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Let's take it to the streets cuz I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the pedal to the floor, radar in the GRILLE
TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL
It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
and when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a FUCKIN BIRD
And the fools, we gon CLOCK ONE and we'll POP ONE
Cuz my folk ridin shotgun with a shotgun
You just got hustled for a wad of cash
Man whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them gulls up the block still runnin they mouth
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If anybody talk bad about the Dirty South
Tell me what I'M gon do? ACT A FOOL
I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is TIPSY
Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty
Rollin through East Point, on way to Ben Hill
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin and we startin SHIT
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire cuz we stomped you out
and yeah, we blow trees and bees, that's fantastic
So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like lil John Q and get a +Change of Heart+
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'M ABOUT TO BLOW THIS WHOLE SHIT UP TO SMITHEREENS
The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
MAN, THAT AIN'T STICKY, THAT'S JUST STICKS AND STEMS
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
Click, click
Click, click
Yeah
Click, click
DTP nigga!
I started with ten mack tens
And ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times richer in the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men
At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs
Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs
Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves
Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs
Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks
Watching eight flicks
You's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lips
I figure eight when my mind goes in circles
DID I DO THAT or was it Mystikal and Urkel?
On to 7 Ak 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game
If you won't settle the score
I got six hoes distributing on six blocks
It's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing
Six gun shots left
One pint of Vodka before this pimp will hit
It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket
Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus
Then smack you so hard that you have to come with 2Pacalypse
Five stars, twenty rims, five cars
I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars
I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floor
For you niggas talkin' shit
I'm fixin' to show you what for
I did four months in the bing instead of a hearst
Now it's DTP for life, dog for better or worse
I fuck three best friends
Ran on all three the same game
In these streets I'm a murderer
I got three alias names
I'm three times insane
Three shots will cave your brain
On 3 fire and ready, cock back and aim
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game
If you won't settle the score
I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunition
But at Friday the 13th
What's up now superstition?
I'm a two timer with a couple of twins
Double jeopardy
With a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz
I got one motto get dough till your gone
I got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoes
I'm numero uno with one more before I go
If you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow
And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me
Because I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys
0-6 is my clique along with PC
Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Shondrez
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game
AOWWWW!
I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started
Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
In one year I got rich, now life's movin so fast
But bein broke with no food is just a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all prayin that I flop? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know what I'm gettin for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
See in just six months I infiltrated the system
If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed him
Niggaz hate givin me props cause I might use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out! BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
It's time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If you ever think of stoppin me - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
Next year I'm lookin in to buyin Greenbriar Mall
You probably own a lot of property! BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic balls
Plus his money keeps flowin like Niagara Falls
We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws
I'm 'bout to go on vacation - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a curve
You mad cause I'm a THIEF and got away with words
I'ma start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves
Pepsi's the New Generation - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
My black people show me love when I'm up on the block
And Latinos always waitin for my CD's to drop
White people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you fuckin rock!"
Yo' fans are my fans, right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are softer than ice cream
Yo' scans are my scans, right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
Now Luda's throwin up A's, and I'm lightin up L's
Around the globe gettin paid, you home bitin yo' nails
DTP, the only label that practice fightin ourselves
We probably gettin on your nerves, huh? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
I been eatin and gettin FAT while y'all dyin of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's puttin up McDonald's numbers
You over 6 million served, huh? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
If you aint got no money take yo'broke ass home
You say: If you aint got no money take yo'broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
[B-Section:]
We flying the first class
Up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' the life
In the fast lane
And I wont change
For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy
[chorus:]
The glamorous,
The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life)
For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy
[Verse:]
Wear them gold and diamonds rings
All them things dont mean a thing
Chaperons and limousines
Shopping for expensive things
I be on the moovie screens
Magazines and boogie scenes
Im not clean, Im not pristine
Im n queen, Im no machine
I still go to Taco Bell
Drivethrough, raw as Hell
I dont care, Im still real
No matter how many records I seel
After the show or after the grammys
I like to go cool out with the family
Sippin', reminscing on days when I had a Mustang
And now I'm in...
[B-section then chorus]
[Ludacris:]
Im talking Champagne wishes, caviar dreams
You deserve nothing but all the finer things
Now this whole world has no clue to do with us
I've got enough money in the bank for the two of us
Brother gotta keep enough lettuce
To support your shoe fetish
Lifestyles so rich and famous
Robin Leach will get jelous
Half a million for the stones
Takin trips from here to Rome
So If you aint got no money take yo'broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
[B-section + chorus x2]
[Verse:]
I got problems up to here
I've got people in my ear
Telling me these crazy things
That I dont want to know (fuck y'all)
I've got money in the bank
And I'd really like to thank
All the fans, I'd like to thank
Thank you really though
Cuz i remember yesterday
When I dreamt about the days
When I'd rock on MTV, that be really dope
Damn, It's been a long road
And the industry is cold
I'm glad my daddy tell me so, he let his daugther know. [x3]
Yeh, ohh!
Check me out, look
It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain
Fo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the game (what up?)
And last album, they don't like me to tell this
Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!)
That's what they tellin me, switch up your melody
Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies
So they can lock us up one at a time
But true writers stay FREE in e'ry one of our lines
And if you not feelin I'm the cream of the crop
I'll KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top!
Still you lookin at a man that's financially stable
Only nigga gettin checks cut from four different labels
That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts
Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as FUCK
So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody
It's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty
Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for meals
And HEADS UP! Ludacris is almost out of his deal
I'm over ten million sold, every album is CRACK
And for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my BACK
Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom
Though I make big money, still handle small problems
The ramblin at the mouth, I don't PLAY THAT SHIT
Roll out!
(repeat 6x)
Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!
(Chorus - quot;roll out! quot; in background)
I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it
Where'd you get that matchin Benz with them windows tinted
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin through
Man I ain't got nothin to prove, I paid my dues
Breakin the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin 'em, whewwwww!
Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good
You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood
What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in that BAG
A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me
(Chorus)
Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it
That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did you spend it
You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin
The better I'm feelin, the more that I'm chillin
Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin
Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coast meals
Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels
What in the world is in that ROOM, what you got in that ROOM
A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives
Now it's time to choose
(Chorus)
Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted
Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch
You take a pick, while I'm rubbin the hips, touchin lips to the top of the dick
Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house
What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth
What in the world is in that CASE, what you got in that CASE
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to take place at a similar pace
So shake, shake it
(Chorus) 1/2x
Get out my business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, ah
'Cause these bitches all up in my shit and it's my business,
my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, 'cause it's mine, oh mine
My business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass
'Cause these bitches all up in my shit.......(fade)
Yo hello
Luda
What's up boy
What's up nigga this is 20
Where you at?
Shit over here at the Texa-hoe filling up
Yeah yeah I feel that
Yo yo check it out
Yo you still got that girl Stacy number from Valle-hoe
No no I think I lost that
Oh no c'mon man I'm trying to cut her man
You can't check your Hoe-ledex or something
Man hold on let me see dog
Stacy, Stacy oh Chicag-hoe
Nah nah nigga Valle-hoe
Oh Ohio-hoe that's what you talking about
Valle-hoe, Valle-hoe
Man your ass here we hoe again
Nah man I'm sitting here looking and
I don't have it I don't see no Valle-hoe
Fuck fuck man I'll call Shondrae
Oh hey man congratulations I forgot to
Tell you that shit didn't your sister
Graduate today?
Oh yeah dog you know what I'm saying
Valor-dick-whorian and all man
Yeah that's tight man
Shit look I'm about to break out though dog what's up
For real nigga where you feeling to hoe
Yeah man I'm about to hit these roomster hoe's right quick.
Oh nigga you can't come get me?
Ah nigga I'm in the middle of Howhere!
Better than College girls gone wild (woo hooo!)
It's more off the chain than late night with Miss Cleo
"Call me now for your free readin, who'se the father of the baby"
Disturbing The Peace entertainment presents the Ludacris greatest
Hits cd done by..... random white people
"Yeah yeah yeah c'mon what is it? give it to me now
Give it to me now give it to me now give it to me now"
"And I want to, you make it so good I dont want to leave
But I have to know what...what it your......fantasy"
It's random white people uncut and uncensored and
Off beat as fuck
"...and the ballin ass brothers with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't do the hoes when you get on the floor
Drop them hoes shit."
You've never seen white people like this you.. have never heard white people like this
"You doing hoe activities with hoe tendencies
hoes are your friends hoes are your enemies. Speakin of hoes
Why do you think you take a hoe to a hotel. Hotel everybody"
It's random white people doing Ludacris' greatest hits send all checks and money orders
To p.o box 9999 Atlanta GA 30303. It's random white people on D'z Nuts records
A division of Disturbing The Peace entertainment.
Girl we might has well see whats up wit these niggas
(ring....2020--)Hello..
(girl)hello
yeah whats u. oh oh whats up..(hey)yo this is 20/20..hey hey cris ris..soask
em if they comin ova)oh ok--yea yea so whats up man so whats up are yall gonna
come through or not?
yea we comein through there
alright not so bad..let me go on and tell you how to get here..you ready?
(girl) yea
(guy)... ok you go aww shi...le-le let me let cris tell ya hold on hold on
(girl)..alright
cris..hella
girl..yea
cris...yea ok you go umm 85 south (ok) you gonna get off old national highway,
make a left, your gonna come all the way down till you get to creole road make
a right on creole (ok) and you just gonna keep comin down you gonna see this
big ass white mansion on the right hand side (word) hell yea there gonna be a
convertable jag in the driveway (what) range rover all black hell yea (shit
now)we like right next door and shit in this hud house yea the door kinda
fucked up so your gonna have to uh climb through the window is that cool?
(girl)What the fuck! Hell na nigga
My Business
(Hook)
Get Out My Business My Business
Stay The Fuck Up Out My Business
Cause These Niggas All Up In My Shit (2x)
And It's My Business My Business
Stay The Fuck Up Out My Business
Cause It's Mine O Mine
(Verse 1)
Now How Did You Get That Platinum Chain Wit Them Diamonds In It
Where You Get That Matching Benz Wit The Windows Tinted
Who Them Girls You Be Wit When You Be Riding Through
And I Ain't Got Nothing To Prove
You Chose To Lose
I Chose To Cruise
And Sip Boose Fool
Tell Me Who's Your Weed Man And How Do You Smoke So Good
Yous A Superstar Boy So Why You Til Up In The Hood
Now What In The World Is In That Bag
What You Got In That Bag
A Couple Of Cans Of Whoop Ass
You Did A Good Ass Job Of Just Eyeing Me Spying
(Hook)
(Connecting Hook)
That's For Me To Know Bitch
Not For You To Find Out
That's For Me To Know Bitch
Not For You To Find Out (2x)
That's For Me To Know Bitch
Not For You To Find Out
Not For You To Find Out
And Not For You To Find Out
(Verse 2)
Is That Your Wife
You Girlfriend
Or Is That Your Main Bitch
How Much Money Do Y'all Be Makin
And Are You Really That Rich
Are Those Rumors Really True About The Size Of Your Dick
Man I Done Heard Plenty Of Chicks
You Ask Around Plenty Of Tricks
Passed Around Pound For Pound
You Always Hiding Out
So Where The Hell Do You Live
How Many Cars Do You Have
Are Better Yet How Many Cribs
What In The World Is In That Room
Why Can't I Go In That Room
Because That Spells Doom
Get It Doom
Get It Doom Doom
(Hook)
(Connecting Hook)
Midnight Train
Verse 1:
It started off in Shanny Park
On the street of old Nash
And it feels so good to escape and just kick it at last
My clan had to bring the ruckus cause we had the cream
Or you could eat over at Ryan's or some fish and got seen
And I had to fix a goodie bag and make decisions and heist
Cause Soulfood ain't the mutherfucking thing to waste
So lets get looney on the set cause I got five on the fire
Will slide through Eastpoint and make our way to blackrighya
Looking like Outkast on the spot smoking blunts
Hit the liquor store
Got up got out and got something
The 8 ball so I could do some space age pimpin
My blood stay young off of 45 colts and chicken
Camalton Road filled wit D's and vogues and
Players making them hoes in tight clothes
Coming up slamming caddy doors
IS south worst will take it to your chest
We got it locked like some niggas on house arrest
Because we riding
Chorus:
Riding on that midnight train to Georgia
Riding
Verse 2:
It's just one of those day when
I can kick it like this and like that
It's a free world my folks got Rowdy
Where you at
I'm right off cascade or Ralph David Avenue
And I shall proceed or continue to keep my roots nappy
Cause afro and all ceasers they keep me warm
Some living a thug life so how long were they born
I still rhyme that's why I bounce my way to bankbread
I so bad that I'll knock you out
That's what my mamma said
Sippin on brandy sunny days wit my best friend
Hit her you seein then cruise to the Westend
They should have said that it was Six Flags
Over Georgia then underground if my crew
Stays we'll be fat when I'm older
If I told you once I told you ass a
Thousand times that I got em all in
Check when it comes to bustin rhymes
Don't sweat the technique as I just move the crowd
My Mob Deep of alcoholics people label us
Loud because we riding
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
See I felt my bones jump
As I crossed the road
I heard the squad was quite def so I flipped my mode
On my way to DEC baby can't you see
That the cader is too BIG for the
Lost boys riding around in Lexus coups Jeeps and Beakers
Yo cars get scooped just like Regina Carpet Cleaners
In stone mountain cats putting it down
Daz n Kurupt so I just gave all my dogs a pound
Now my conflict was crucial off some hey smoke
I should be getting it cause life is too god damn short
And now my mind play tricks
And all my boys acting ghetto
Back to the CP I put my pedal to the medal
God bless the child that's just got it's own
Since I was a juvenile I'm making cash money at home
Now from a boy to a man I reached the end of my road
It's Ludacris signing off till the next episode.
(Chorus)
Cause it's the ATL
Where all the pimps and the playas just dwell
We got the cash find the ass then bail
We leave a trace but never leave a trail.
They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that,
shit like that, maybe because I get like that,
kick like that, rip like that
They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that,
climb like that, cuz the world is mine like that
(yours like that) mine like that
You can get your whole crews, even niggas that owe you
They ain't paid you shit you can drink some cold brew
and throw on them old shoes and jump in the whip
you can come and find us, be right behind us and insert the clip
You hear something that went "clack" "clack" "clack"
Somebody went down but it wasn't us
you can settle 'bout two meals get hooked up with a good deal
Start stackin' dough you can ride your mobile
Get 20 inch big wheels and collect some hoes
Tou can even start eatin' good and smokin' good
but you pressin' your luck and you say wha'
Somebody went bankrupt shiit but it wasn't us
You can go to the drawing board just start from stratch
All over again clean
or you can tell a bunch of officers that I'm the one to catch
But my niggas is the police
you can try to blame me or even try to frame me but I'll make bail now
somebody goin' to jail shit but it wasn't us
You do track after track, and walls get plaque after plaque
CD's on rack after rack no moe selling sac' after sac'
You could've had that good life, good kids and a good wife
It was yours to earn but the records stores gettin' returns
shiit but it wasn't us
You could be
goin on worldwide tours and see your face on every magezine
or you can flip to channel after channel
and see that ass on the TV screen
You can pay for expensive videos
and have whole lot of big bootie hoes
but when the shit start comin to a close
shiiit but it wasn't us
You can use your back-up plan, even call him your back-up man
and start think'in quick
You can call on your back-up hoes, even call the back-up pros
and tell 'em to suck a dick
and you tell just to get deez
and you tell just to pay the fees
and to pay their dues, and they catchin those STD's
Na na na gonna have a good time
Na na na gonna have a good time
Hey hey hey
Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun
So sweet from the thighs to the cheek
Sex on the beach check the size of my meat
Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher
Sweet street pusher give me that gusher.. nasty stuff
Looker I took her..ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)
Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)
Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang
I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange
Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop
Take it to the floor back up and then drop
Effervescent.. time times of the essence
Make em undress in less then 3 seconds
So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin
Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin
Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin
Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg
can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league
Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk
Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk
Risky and clean crispy of creams
You lookin mighty fine in them jeans
All you brothas want a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl (who, me?)
You know I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl (what do ya mean?)
It means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl (fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
International baller baby...
Young birds in the coupe goin
(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)
Easy.. I feel greasy when you squeeze me
(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)
I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be
Havin young ladies bustin like 380's
Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers
Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers
Get it?.. glock dillingers
I'm big you small.. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall
Hair like brillo .. cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)
Naked in a tub of a jello.. still no competition
Still flow nigga listen
(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)
Amen .. its like a scene out of player's magazine
Let them other cats holla.. L will make you scream
This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods
To the chicks who don't and its still all good
Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8
You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it
Goodness gracious good god almighty
You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody
Toes all painted .. feet all out
Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt
Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin
Cater to yo every fantasy
You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced
necklace around yo waist toe rings
Girl do yo thing
I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful
And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle
Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary
Girl you don't know what you do to me
Ain't no doubt about it..
When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket
(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph
You can see that thang from the front
We gas those up like full service
and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis
And when you shake it.. you rock my world
Featuring: Nate Dogg
I've got hoes
(I've got hoes)
In different area codes, area codes
(Area, codes)
Hoes
(Hoes,hoes)
In different area codes, area codes
(Area, codes)
Now you thought I was just 7-7-0, and 4-0-4?
I'm worldwide, bitch act like y'all know, it's the abominabol-hoe man
Globe-trot international post man, neighbor-dick dope man
7-1-8's, 2-0-2's, I send small cities and states I-O-U's
9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5, I'll jump off the G4, we can meet outside
So control your hormones and keep your drawers on
'Til I close the door and I'm jumping your bones
3-1-2's, 3-1-3's, 2-1-5's, 8-0-tree's
Read your horoscope and eat some horderves
Ten on pump one, these hoes is self serve
7-5-7, 4-1-0's, my cell phone just overloads
I've got hoes
(I've got hoes)
In different area codes, area codes
(Area, codes)
Hoes
(Hoes,hoes)
In different area codes, area codes
(Area, codes)
Now everyday is a hoe-ly day, so stop the violence
And put the 4-4 away, skeet shoot a hoe today
5-0-4, 9-7-2's, 7-1-tree, whatcha gon' do?
You checkin' out the scene, I'm checkin' a hoe tonight
With perpendicular, vehicular homicide
3-1-4, 2-0-1, too much green, too much fun
I bang cock in Bangkok, can't stop, I turn and hit the same spot
Think not, I'm the thriller in Manilla
Schlong in Hong Kong, pimp 'em like Bishop, Magic, Don Juan
Man after Henny with a coke and a smile
I just pick up the motherfuckin' phone and dial
I got my condoms in a big ass sack
I'm slangin' this dick like a New Jack
(Biatch)
Is it 'cuz they like my gangsta walk?
(Gangsta walk)
Is it 'cuz they like my gangsta talk?
(Gangsta talk, ohh)
Is it 'cuz they like my handsome face?
(Handsome face)
Is it 'cuz they like my gangsta ways?
(Gangsta talk, ohh)
Whatever it is, they love it, and they just won't let me be
I handles my biz, don't rush me, just relax and let me be free
Whenever I call, come runnin' 2-1-2 or 2-1-3
You know that I ball, stop frontin' or I'll call my substitute freak
(Hoes)
I've got hoes
(I've got hoes)
In different area codes, area codes
(Area, codes)
Hoes
(Hoes,hoes)
In different area codes, area codes
(Area, codes)
Uh, 9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4, shout out to the 2-0-6
Everybody in the 8-0-8, ha-ah, 2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-4
3-1-7, 2-1-4's and the 2-8-1's, 3-3-4, 2-0-5, I see ya
Uh-uh, 3-1-8, 6-0-1's, 2-0-tree, 8-0-4, 4-0-2, 3-0-1
9-0-4, 4-0-7, 8-5-0, 7-0-8, 5-0-2
Hoes in different area codes, know that
Southern Hoes-pitality, Northern Exhoes-ure
Ha-ha, hoe ridin' on the West coast
Ya understand what I'm sayin'?
Uh-uh, hoe-cus pocus, you the dopest
Uh, hoes to the right, hoes to the left, five hoes this time
Whoo! Hoe-no!
The Hip-hop hoeoller-coster, that's what we on right now
Ha-ha, no need to get all hoes-tile
Yeah! Whoo!
Def Jam South baby, Disturbing Tha Peace
Dazaphy-zy, Uncle Face
Save it for another day
I ain't try to hear that shit no way
Let me take two sips
And you can... with that bullshit
Lick me with that bullshit
Kiss me with that bullshit
... we are about to blow
... the streets are not... so I keep it...
Even given day I... like mariah
... try me and you wish it for
... I am handy with this. people think I am the savor
... you just find yourself in a manage like...
Bitch get on... he says
Save it for another day
I ain't try to hear that shit no way
Let me take two sips
And you can... with that bullshit
Lick me with that bullshit
You might as well put dat down we on our way to Cali to get some real dough
Hello
Waz up girl?
Waz up baby? I miss you.
I know
When you coming out here?
Who da FUCK iz dat?
Ahh Damn
I Don't play dat shit
Owwwwwwwwww
Get off dis got dammn phone. Nigga who da fuck iz dis? I'm an OG Nigga
Waz up nigga dis dis Luda.
Luda who nigga
Luda
LUDA.. Luda... Ludacris?
YE YE Yeah NIGGA
Ahh. Snap. Aye man how you know my girl? Man I got all yo albums. Man Back For The First
Time. Man ya know what I'm sayin'. I even got Incognegro man. Ahhh, man. My bad baby get up off da
floor. You didn't tell me it waz Luda. Ain't dat a bitch. My girl Fuckin Luda.
HE HE HELLO?
(feat. Lil Jon, Ludacris)
[Intro - Lil' Jon]Usher...
Lil' Jon...
Ludacris...
[Usher {with Lil' Jon}]Yeah, man
Once again, it's on {It's on}
You know we had to do it again, right?
[Lil' Jon]We had to do it again, boy
Want you to sing to these ladies, man
[Usher (with vocalizing)](Ohh-oh-oh-ohh)
A'ight, so I'm up first? A'ight, lemme have it...
(Ohh-oh-oh-ohh)
Let's do it...
[1st Verse - Usher]Baby, how ya doin'?
Hope that 'cha fine, wanna know what you got in mind,
And I'm,
Got me fiendin' like Jodeci, girl, I can't leave you alone,
Take a shot of this here Petrone' and it's gon' be on,
V.I.P. done got way too crowded,
I'm about to end up callin' it a night,
You should holla at 'cha girl, tell her you shake it and seized,
Pull off, beep-beep, shotgun in the GT with me
She said, "Ohhh-ohhh, I'm ready to ride, yeah,"
"'Cause once you get inside, you can't change your mind,"
"Don't mean to sound invasion, but you gotta promise, baby, ohh..."
[Chorus - Usher]Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, I gotta know, baby, aw yeah)
Tell me again (Make sho' you right, ohh, before we leave),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)...
[2nd Verse - Ludacris]Sometime wanna be your lover,
Sometime wanna be your friend,
Sometime wanna hug ya,
Hold hands, slow-dance while the record spins,
Opened up your heart 'cause you said I made you feel so comfortable,
Used to play back then, now you all grown-up like Rudy Huxtable,
I could be your buck, you could beat me up,
Play-fight in the dark, then we both make up,
I'd do anything just to feel your butt,
Why you got me so messed up?
I don't know, but you gotta stop trippin',
Be a good girl now, turn around, and get these whippings,
You know you like it like that,
You don't have to fight back,
Here's a pillow - bite...that,
And I'll be settin' seperate plays,
So on all these separate days,
Your legs can go they separate...ways...
[Chorus - Usher]Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)
Tell me again (Tell me over-and-over-and-over again),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends
(Make sho' you right, before you choose)...
[3rd Verse - Lil' Jon]I's been know you fo' a long time (shawty),
But fuckin' never crossed my mind (shawty),
But tonight, I seen sumthin' in ya (shawty),
That made me wanna get wit 'cha (shawty),
But you ain't been nuttin' but a friend to me (shawty),
And a nigga never ever dreamed we?d be (shawty),
Up in here, kissin', huggin', squeezin', touchin' (shawty),
Up in the bathtub, rub-a-dubbin' (shawty),
Are you sure you wanna go this route? (shawty),
Let a nigga know before I pull it out (shawty),
I would never ever cross the line (shawty),
Shawty, let me hit ya to me one mo' time...one mo' time...
[Chorus - Usher]Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)
Tell me again (Make sho' you right, ohh, before we leave),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Tell me over-and-over-and-over again)...
[Outro - Usher]Oh-oh-hoo
Oh-oh-hoo
Oh-oh-hoo-ohhh-yeaaah...
[Ludacris {with Lil' Jon}]Please tell your Lovers and Friends,
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again {Hey!! (Hey!!)}
Please tell your Lovers and Friends,
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again, that's right {Hey!! (Hey!!)}
Please tell your Lovers and Friends,
Chorus:
I hate it when it's too many niggas
Not enough hoes
Too many rookies
Not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y’all can suck my dick
I got em whip like miracle
Ludacris lyrical fool
We dirty south
Shut up yo mouth
We rock jewels
No holds barred
But obey the block rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anymore like ya
Hell nah
I treat humans like students
Fail y’all
So turn your books to page 69 and start sucking
When organize drop the track and start ducking
When Ludacris get in the bed then start fucking
You wanna be starting somethin
Get out the booth and let me tell y’all the truth
We kick down doors
Save all the h20 for front rows
Live in the bank and watch what stank hoes
Stay chromed out
And that’s on or off road
If you know what I mean
Proceed to stay clean
Light skinned nigga turned red but get green
Inhale some of that dro but blow steam
Love a combination big ass and tight jeans
Chorus
Boy you done lost yo mind
Nah I lost my virginity
And I shot quick like that fool that shot Kennedy
What’s the remedy
Henessy coke
If you cut all yo money you still be half broke
Ashes to ashes
Smoke or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get choked
Take me for a fool I’ll take you for a joke
Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope
So now we eating lobster shrimp and thangs
And watch for imposters that’s been in the game
We invented the game
And y’all just got hipped
Man what that smell
Probably you’re upper lip
Cause I love to walk around like my shit don’t stank
Even if its cigars in that purple colored dank
Filling in the Gump wit no track of Tom Hanks
Go put this in your jaw like weeners and beef franks
Chorus
I put too much sugar in my Kool Aid
And party like a kid wit a high top fade
Arrive to a show and I’d like to get paid
Arrive to a ho and I’d like to get laid
Right up on my back like rugs and floor mats
I’m on the right page but what’s my format
I wave to the ocean cause I’m where shores at
And women go nuts just like my bosack
Did you know that
Man I’m the gift of change
Electric stove so give me the keys to the Range
Shagadelic beautiful but strange
Went to Magic City saw Nikki in blew flames
Rearrange
Same braud different night
Pass the E&J; and let a nigga get right
The bomb threaten’ dude that’s on your same flight
The highlights that I live a high ass life
Featuring: Sean Garrett, Chris Brown
Luda!
Yep!
S.G.!
Chris Breezy !
It's me!
Hey!
Uh oh!
U-uh u-uh, uh oh!
U-uh u-uh!
I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls
I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like
I know what they feel ?cause I'm breathin? on they heels
And it's me they wanna kill ?cause I give 'em what the girls like
I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls
I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like
I know what they feel ?cause I'm breathin? on they heels
And it's me they wanna kill ?cause I give 'em what the girls like
Relax and take notes while I put you up on game
Get a sweeter connect than if I put you up on cane
But you should grab yourself a seat and a whiskey double
Because the girls of the world ain't nothin? but trouble
They like a little danger, they might not admit it
But they on for the chase and they want us to come and get it
Plus they love a young thug that?s overflowin? with swag
And keeps his woman all draped in new Louis Vuitton bags
And Louis Vuitton pumps, look at her walk to 'em
I like open toe straps, but SG talk to ?em!
I got a whole buncha girls I'm tryna bring by the crib tonight
Better wear your cape 'cause they bringin? that kryptonite
I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls
I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like
I know what they feel ?cause I'm breathin? on they heels
And it's me they wanna kill ?cause I give 'em what the girls like
I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls
I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like
(I know what you like baby!)
I know what they feel ?cause I'm breathin? on they heels
And it's me they wanna kill ?cause I give 'em what the girls like
(Yeah! we gon' take this to verse two)
Now some of ?em want a family, a sense of security
Necklace, bracelets and all other types of jewelry
So shop till you drop or till it makes you psychotic
Here?s a Triple Black Card, it ain't trickin? if you got it!
Others will stay content if you just makin? 'em laugh
Send 'em to the spa, get a massage then bubble bath
So later on, they can dance and throw a drink in they hand
And try any and everything they never did with they man, me!
So get loose and slide off your damn garments
Show 'em who?s the boss, they take orders from the sergeant
There's places on your body that I'm tryin? to find
So in the sack, talk to me, tell me what's on your mind
And I got plenty more to learn if you's invested in me
They don't love me for who I am but who I'm destined to be
And for that I'll give you everything up under the sun
?Cause in the end all the girls just wanna have fun!
I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls
I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like
I know what they feel ?cause I'm breathin? on they heels
And it's me they wanna kill ?cause I give 'em what the girls like
(I know what you feel, yes!)
I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls
I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like
I know what they feel ?cause I'm breathin? on they heels
And it's me they wanna kill ?cause I give 'em what the girls like
They wanna talk to ya, so shut up and listen!
If you can't take the heat, then get the fuck out the kitchen!
?Cause a ride-or-die man for his ride-or-die chick
Gets that ride-or-die puddin' for that ride-or-die stick
I say they wanna talk to ya, so shut up and listen!
If you can't take the heat, then get the fuck out the kitchen!
?Cause a ride-or-die man for his ride-or-die chick
Gets that ride-or-die puddin' for that ride-or-die stick
I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls
I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like
I know what they feel ?cause I'm breathin? on they heels
And it's me they wanna kill ?cause I give 'em what the girls like
(They wanna go on vacation, I know it! Let's go!)
I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls
I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like
I know what they feel ?cause I'm breathin? on they heels
(Yes! They want what they can't have, ha ha, yeah!)
And it's me they wanna kill ?cause I give 'em what the girls like
Women, I love y'all, ha ha, there's not enough time, believe that
And if your man don't tell you every day how beautiful you are
I'm lettin' ya know right damn now, you are beautiful baby
I love women so much, I have one! Woo! Ha ha ha
Luda! Chris Breezy! This too easy
[Floyd Mayweather speaks]
Luda: Back up on dat ass ,
Back to put rappers on one knee like they bout to run 100 meter dash,
Bow down to greatness, before i get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers,
Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers,
Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of glacers,
Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts like "Where da Titanic go?"
I been scourin' da earth, makin' my fans catch da holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church,
And the fat lady singin', it's ova for you rappers,
Cant none of yall bust your just sacs full of semen,
And I got da women screamin', and they could catch my balls on any given sunday like my name's Willy Beaman,
Or LL Cool, so if ya boyfriend thinks your loyal to his ass then he's a motherf***in fool,
Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist
Iconic status and his name is Ludacris,
Bitch please, you messin wit some real O.G's,
Wit million dolla whips dat I ship from overseas,
Got a pocket full of G'z, and the inconvenient truth is that the ozone is back cuz I been smokin' all da trees,
The globe is warmin' up when we fire up the blunt,
And put it in the air like Evil Knievel stunts,
Wat you want from me? I got pistols for da haters,
Ya fam will be in black like the playin' for da Raiders,
And ya music isn't favored, and DJ's they neva bring it back like when you go and borrow somethin' from ya neighbor,
Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt,
The name of my car insurance is YO F***IN FAULT,
And if you sittin on chrome, I'll call up my boys and have you stripped of ya medals like Marion Jones, nigga ...
[Floyd Mayweather speaks]
Luda: Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins I got the hammer in my jeans,
Call me Mr.Fixit, barrel hotter than a fresh batch of home-made buttermilk biscuits,
A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made casket,
Luda leaves them trouters stretched out like gymnastics,
And acrobatics I'm superstar status, the mouth of the South like gangsta grillz you bastard,
The international traveler, and I may not be much to you but I'm the sh*t out in Africa,
So put ya fist up, even the statue of liberty lit a flame for the way that I lit my wrist up,
You can't compete wit me, I got 'em stuck like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet wit me,
And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston become drug-free,
I'm the baddest mother shut it like Shaft was, leavin' rappers wit headaches like bad drugs,
They shoulda warned ya, you got defeated by the heat but,eh, we'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya,
So Cater coroner, I'll show up to yo funeral wit some gators like I'm fresh outta Florida,
Call me the swamp thing, yall headed in the wrong direction like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train,
So don't f**k wit it, I'm sendin' lyrical bullets right at ya dome f**k niggaz betta duck wit it,
Or else you stuck wit it,
You'll get stalked so bad you'll leava da scene thinkin eight Young Buck's did it,
But not in Cashville, you lost yo feelin' like comin down off X chasin' effects of yo last pill,
You f***in Daffy Dill, You's a Daffy Duck,
Hey we gonna be havin some fun and...
(Cause cause cause cause)
Cause 2 is better than 1 and...
(Some some some some)
Some body kill the lights we doin
Freaky (freaky) (freaky) (freaky) shit tonight, Yaay
Double the pleasures like double the fun
How many licks does it take to the center of a Luda pop double the tounges
Who knows, plus i gotta undress em' caress em' bless em' steady keep em' guessin
If that doesnt impress em' then slower move on to the second lesson
Whoo, pantys droppin, body rockin, magnums poppin
Its 8 cheeks and 4 titties ya'll better hand me somethin
Hey ladies (whoo), on you mark get ready get set go
Wait for hours, in an out the shower, this pimp power, we in control
6 hands grippin the sheets, 30 toes are curled
What in the world is goin on till the break a break a dawn wit man and them girls
Cause 3 hearts are beatin fast, but only 2 people screamin
We comin together for one cause other than hear ourselves breathin
Get in the game n start workin it out n diggin in out
Now lean to the side, throw a dick in your mouf
You gotta get in the groove you got nothin to lose
So dont move till you figured it out
And keep makin that face while im rubbin them spots
And we can take turns while the other one watch
And see how she be takin them shots
And wake up the hood till they callin them cops, mayne
Now im ready to ride and you can get them tools and you can start the ignition
Im grabbin perms, wigs, weaves, ponytails and extensions
Not to mention its gonna get, hot, betta come ready to, sweat
I make women cum harder than jacuzzi jets
And im willin to bet that i be keepin it wet cause i feel yah
Little bit of ring on the neck it wont kill yah
Put me on the top or the bottom and i'll drill yah
Given how you wanted to get it to port feel yah
And i'll peel yah, back to back so get ready for the mack attack
They got me takin in some acrobats
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Hello? Baby, you will not believe this
This nigga ain't been home in three days
His kids runnin' all over my house
I don't know what to do
He comes in and out the house all times of the night
His girls keep calling my phone
They blowing it up, calling back and forth, wanting to cuss at me
I can't take this no more
I'm not sittin' up in this house no more
He can have this
I need to come see you, baby
Can I please come see you, baby?
One, here's what you do
Now my name's Ludacris but please, meet my crew
Two, say, there's no time to play
Bring a box of Magnums and get blown away, hey
Three, there's no changing me
I'm a pimp for most and it's plain to see
Four, I'm so glad if he made you mad
I know a way to get back that'll make you glad, you heard?
Hello? Cris, I just caught this motherfucker
Cheating with my best friend
I cannot believe this shit
Oh, it's no time to fret
Come quick with my favorite bra and panty set
Yep, oh, bust through the door
Slide off the mink coat and throw it on the floor
Oh, yep, climb up the stairs
Keep your high heels on and let down your hair
Yep, oh, let me grease them thighs
Then turn it on around and get a back massage
Oh, yep 'cause I aim to please
We can take our little time, it ain't a thing to me
Yep, oh, I'm just along for the ride
So turn this way and let me kiss down the side
Oh, yep, and then it's off with your garments
And please hold on while we shake the apartment
Yep, oh, and pop a bottle of bub
And before we go again, we can jump in the tub, yea
Thank you baby, I needed that
So when we gonna do this again?
One, here's what you do
Now my name's Ludacris but please, meet my crew
Two, say, there's no time to play
Bring a box of Magnums and get blown away, hey
Three, there's no changing me
I'm a pimp for most and it's plain to see
Four, I'm so glad if he made you mad
I know a way to get back that'll make you glad, you heard?
Hello? Cris, this nigga's stressin' me
I gotta get away
I just need some time away, right now
Boo, can you please come see me?
Wait, no need to explain
I got a first-class ticket, just get on the plane
Yep, oh, and do your gangster strut
There'll be a stretch limousine that'll pick you up
Oh, yep, bring it straight to me
I'll be on the top floor, hit the penthouse suite
Yep, oh, come on out your threads
And get wet, the shower got about fifty heads
Oh, yep, blow a sack with me
And head come on outside to the balcony
Yep, oh, you're a popular girl
But I'd like to introduce you to the top of the world
Oh, yep, and let the games begin
Don't you love the way the breeze just hits your skin
Yep, oh, before we do it again
Hold tight and I can call up a couple of friends, yep
Thank you, baby
You're always there when I need you
I love you for that
One, here's what you do
Now my name's Ludacris but please, meet my crew
Two, say, there's no time to play
Bring a box of Magnums and get blown away, hey
Three, there's no changing me
I'm a pimp for most and it's plain to see
Four, I'm so glad if he made you mad
I know a way to get back that'll make you glad, you heard?
Hello?
Ay, estoy cansada ese negro
Solo que perder este pendejo
Oh, wipe your tears away
Give your boy 10 minutes 'cause I'm on my way
Yep, oh, and quit the whoopty whoop
'Cause I bet you never rolled in a Bentley coupe
Oh, yep, the inside is snug
Take your boots off and baby, put your feet on the rug
Yep, oh, and put the drinks aside
Just lay back kick it and enjoy the ride
Oh, yep, let the speakers bleed
And I hope you don't mind if I increase the speed
Yep, oh, feel the engine thrust
Let it flow through your body, your adrenaline rush
Oh, yep, I know it turns you on
Feeling like you're in a place where you really belong
Yep, oh, go and grab your clutch
Then I can make you come again without a single touch, uh
Ay, gracias por todo papi
Ay, te amo papi
One, here's what you do
Now my name's Ludacris but please, meet my crew
Two, say, there's no time to play
Bring a box of Magnums and get blown away, hey
Three, there's no changing me
I'm a pimp for most and it's plain to see
Four, I'm so glad if he made you mad
Sexy sarah you know she's fine
Sexy sarah she blows my mind
Oh sexy sarah she is devine
You know sarah she has her own line
Chorus
Why are you so sexy sarah
How can you be so sexy sarah
I don't understand
It is so hard to see
How sexy sarah gets into me
She makes me wanna bumb
She is always doing the hump
I mean what do you what me to do
Sexy sarah has my shoe
Chorus
My sexy sarah you don't know what you do to me
You make me really see
Gotta keep it a secret (woo!)
Ay man let me ask you somethin man
You ever have one of them days where you felt like
you mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life?
Y'knahmean like you just got your paycheck
Paid off a car note or somethin
Just jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muh'fucka
Witcha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkinbout?
You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note?
Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party
Like call e'rybody you know, don't even plan it, just do it
In Compton we call that "spur of the moment"
Well let's do it, spur of the moment, whattup?
Well you can bring the drinks a little mo' my way
More I say, on another hot sunny Cali-for-nye day
Just touched down, called up my 8-1-8
fo' a date with some other bust downs
And I cruised up the block, car losed up the top
I take the breeze, quick break the trees
Feel good as we flippin through the Robb Repo't
My baby momma ain't trippin on child suppo't
Because she can't support that garbage, she should come pay homage
When we pair 'em, we gon' share 'em, when I'm finished we all switch
I ain't really got the time, yo I'm chillin with Luda-
-cris stop and twist the buddha got me feelin like this is it
If we gon' party, we gon' sip, we got a bar
We all in shape, we gon' go far, you can't stop the car
We on the freeway, if you get out you burnt
You woulda thought you woulda learned me when my hair was all permed
I think y'all bullshittin with it dawg
It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight
Therefore, in my life, everything's gonna be, alright
G'd up, my mind is freed up
From the day, through the night, everything's gonna be, alright
Arabian Spruce, Seagram's bumpy and juice
We used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get loose
Not the kind of cats that would jump in your bag for your jewels
But to put some money in it for your drink and your shoes
We get the News like MTV, every ten to the hour
We play Mario Brothers, we eat the 'shroom and get power
Now eat your sour powers, and use your dental floss
What does bein mental cost? If you ain't knowin you already lost
So stay with me, and let's get tipsy
Rememberin the days on the block sippin whiskey
Runnin 'round grinnin, runnin 'round sinnin
Gettin lit, then I wonder why my head kept spinnin
But I'm all grown up now, less throwin up now
Record blowed up, so my hood throwed up
Now let's break loose cause your boy's around
And tonight we gon' celebrate bein alive riiiiight
It's just one of those days, without a care in the world
You ain't gotta look mean, I know you care for your girl
But she's lookin this way and I'm gonna come get her
Fresh haircut, so I'm feelin quite kipper
Can't nothin go wrong cause my strap's on my back
And if fools wanna scrap then my tool will attack
But forget the click-clack, ain't no need for the steel
Just a straight house party and some meat on the grill
If it's Los Angeles, watch a boss handle biz
I'ma put this on my kids, stupid it's an outfit
If you ain't been around the world keep yo' mouth zipped
Cause I do {?} elevation
You see I'm not normal and I'm not a homo
I'm mo' apt to shoot a porno with you in cornrows
And call it "More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume 6"
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"...
A true, entrepre-negro
CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace Records
He expended his empire into multiple profitable businesses
Including his Thai food restaurant, Straits
Internet sites, WeMix.com
And my favorite, MyGhetto.com
The MVP, of this rap shit
[Ludacris]
Luda! I'm a hustler, BALLER, gangsta, CAP PEELER
I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt
And mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps! (woo!)
But you'll be swimmin with the fishes
Softer than bitches washin dishes, fool what's the BUSINESS?
I'm already rich, so talk mo' figures (yup)
Spit 30 large for cigars of you hoe niggaz (oww!)
I got gangstas that'll rearrange ya whole face
And put your casket on ice, now that's a cold case (ha!)
Never forget where you come or that block'll bang you
I keep my ear to the STREETS like a cocker spaniel
I cock and blast you, into outer space
Break every bone in ya, you so out of place
Boom without a trace, you a bluff to block
I got some red beams, let's play connect the dots!
[Interlude: Ving Rhames]
He's the biggest boss, comin outta the M-I-yayo
Straight from the "Port of Miami"
To keepin it "Trilla"
Involved in many heated acts of violence
This goes deeper than rap shit
He's worth eight figures
So young niggaz, boss up
I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss
[Rick Ross]
I got a letter from the government, the other day
I opened and read it, it said "We want hustlers"
Had a Lexus at 18, picture that
Got a Chevy with pictures on it from pitchin crack
Bitch I know Haitians, we speakin Creole
Bitch I'm a D-boy, still slingin kilos
I got twenty cars, why exaggerate?
It cost me five grand just to fill the gas tanks
Love the marble floors, got the Greek pillows
Frontin at awards, real street niggaz
I used to serve shake, now I serve steaks
Three squares on the road, call it 3rd Bass
Big ass face, chop you in your laugh face
Shoot his ass, aim defense is the last case
Keep Jewish friends, the newest Benz
You in a pool of blood, let me see you swim
[Interlude: Ving Rhames]
Hailing from College Park, Georgia
Authorities figured they must have been some sort of mob
Or illegal organization
According to authorities, they made a quarter mil' a week
Selling {?}, they were some high-rollin hustlers
Tity Boi, and Dolla Boy
Playaz Circle, A.K.A., the Duffle Bag Boys
[Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]
Uhh, I'm so sick I wrote this verse in a hospital
It's an election year, I support struggle
(We roll like bicycles, icicle flow)
(White liquor, my nigga stay on line with the blow)
I'm on time with the flow, not a minute nor second late
Ain't no such thing as second place
(And every day I live heavyweight, you niggaz featherweight)
(Fairytale tellin niggaz really need to take a break)
And the estate got a lake for a backyard
(The pool room product put it all on my sacks card)
For real? (Yeah, for real)
I'm ill, I deal, I did, I will
(I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity two chains ridin in a two do')
Bitches catch kudos (you know)
Yeah we move weight like sumos
And kicks it with them bitches like judo
SOUTHSIDE!
[Outro: Ving Rhames]
Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris
This has been another episode, of "Southern Gangsta"
Thanks for tunin in, what's next for Luda?
Aint nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Dont you think im so sexy Im dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Aint nobody dope as me im dressed so freash so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
I love when you stare at me im dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Sir ludacious got gater belts and patty melts and monte carlo's
And El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like Ralo
So follow it's your time at the Apollo
Minus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a lepard-print
Teddy Pender-grass cooler the Freddie Jackson
Sippin a milkshake in a snowstorm
Left my throat warm in the dorm room at the AU
we do hey you And might do some cake too
But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make
cause
Aint nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Dont you think im so sexy Im dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Aint nobody dope as me im dressed so freash so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
I love when you stare at me im dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Canary uellow seven house of business on display
My nigga Bungle whipped it up so i gone get my rims today
So a nigga can ride out to the colorful hideout
I'ma show uou how to wild out like Jack Trippa
Let me be bambino on your snippas
YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard
When I'm slizzard or sober 6 million way to fold ya
Like Noah i get crews to choode and you get pretty deep
But i'll call you ass round 8-ish i know you'll be there for me
cause
Aint nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Dont you think im so sexy Im dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Aint nobody dope as me im dressed so freash so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
I love when you stare at me im dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Those huge baby blue eyes get to runnin off at they mouth
tellin me everything thats on yo nasty mind
They say your malnutrition in need of vitaman D
And inviting me to that tingle in yo spine
I love who your are love who ya ain't you so Anne Frank
Let's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks
with change and no chains ans whips i do suck lips
Till hops jerk and double time the boy next door's a freak
Ha Ha
Aint nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Dont you think im so sexy Im dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Aint nobody dope as me im dressed so freash so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
I love when you stare at me im dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
(and we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet
(in my mind...) the sky is fallin aint no need to panic
(but Oh oh...) I get stick and want yo automatic
(Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic
(repeat)
Aint nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Dont you think im so sexy Im dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Aint nobody dope as me im dressed so freash so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
I love when you stare at me im dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Aint nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Dont you think im so sexy Im dressed so fresh so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
Aint nobody dope as me im dressed so freash so clean
(so fresh and so clean clean)
I love when you stare at me im dressed so fresh so clean
I know it's strange
But my brain's gone really insane
And I'm off the chain
Sipping on a fifth of the Golden Grain
I feel like slappin a nigga today (slap slap)
Slappin a nigga today
I feel like slappin a nigga today (slap slap)
Slappin a nigga today
Slappin a nigga today
This morning, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (bed)
I'm sick of people putting lies in my head (head)
I don't really wanna work, I'm tired
I hate my 9 to 5
And I'm thinking bout killin my boss today
Killin my boss today
I'm thinking bout killin my boss today (it's just a thought man)
Killin my boss today (yeah)
Yesterday my best friend died (died)
Somebody came and took his life (life)
Now I'm looking up at the sky
Have you ever seen a grown man cry?
And I'm asking why did you take him away?
Why did you take him away?
I'm asking why did you take him away? (why'd you take him)
Why did you take him away? (hey)
I need some money please (please)
I can barely make it on these streets (these streets)
Cause I got a couple mouths to feed
My baby's in dire need
So I'm thinking bout robbin a bank today
Robbin a bank today
I'm thinking bout robbin a bank today
Robbin a bank today (real talk)
Baby mama's at home and fussin' (fussin)
Callin up my mobile cussin' (cussin)
Always yappin about this and that
But she really don't be talkin bout nothin
Somebody take my pain away (Take my pain away)
Take my pain away (please)
Somebody take my pain away (hey)
Take my pain away (I can't take it)
Somebody just broke in my ride (ride)
Snatched up everything inside (inside)
Even got my 45
How am I supposed to survive
When I know that my stereo's taken away
Stereo's taken away
When I know that my stereo's taken away (I need my music, man!)
Stereo's taken away (hey)
Gas prices are way too high
Rich people are way too fly
And I'm where I wanna be in my life
But why am I so behind
Is it cause I'm wasting my time away
Wasting my time away
Is it cause I'm wasting my time away (too lazy)
Wasting my time away (I can't help it)
My grandmama's nerves are bad (bad)
And everybody in the hood is mad (mad)
Cause President Bush could give a DAMN about our ass
So I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say (don't say nothin)
Shit that he has to say
I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say
Shit that he has to say (woo)
Troops gone and we still at war (war)
Nobody even really knows what for (what for)
Even more I'm scared to find what the world really has in store
Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (it's not promised man)
Tomorrow's not promised today
Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (live like today could be your last man!)
Verse 1: Luda
Ha, welcome to my little sanctuary
You been lookin so good, all day
& you really got a nigga pretty anxious ba-BY
Betta call your boss tell 'em that your daddy's home
Take a couple days off & take it off
& leave nothing but ya tshirt & ya panties on
feelin high but im hung real low
lookin sorta like a tri..pod
so power down yo cell...phone
& power up your i...pod
power down your inhibitions,
& power up your inner freak
"yes! (shit!) fuck!"
is the only words that you finna speak
its about to get real x-rated
can you handle what im 'bout to do?
but enough about me, lemme think
should i be worryin about if i can handle you?
damn right imma get that thang
& imma put my name on it
all night imma whip dat thang
allstate betta put a claim on it
i claim my territory,
my tounge finna mark you up
you could be my firecracker,
my tongue finna spark you up
get ready for blastoff,
waterfalls gon' splash off
you might lose around 4 or 5 pounds
so get ready to sweatcho ass off
[[CHORUS]]: Trey
Welcome to my sex room! Where your body meets my body
its our private afterparty if you want it girl i got it in my sex room! Candles and a pole, sets your body to your soul. From the bed down to the floor. Sex room! Mirrors in the headboard, even got a camcorder. Baby wont you dance in the sex room? Where your body meets my body its our private afterparty if you want it girl i got it in my sex room!
Verse 2: Luda
Let the candles burn
imma turn these lights DOWN
& when ya body gets hot
it'll get you licked up and iced DOWN
nipples hard as rocks
lips as soft as cotton
you the apple of my eye
& i got you spoiled rotten!
imma get my video camera
lets make a movie baby
you the star so as soon as i press record
you gots ta do me baby!
you could stare all in the mirror
take a peek at how good you lookin
imma have yo body smokin
take a look at what luda's cookin
my arm underneath yo leg
legs all behind ya head is how i gots ta getcha!
right hand left hand on red in the bed
like we've been playin twister
now i got you tangled up
& you caught all in my web
should i let you loose? nah
i think ill get the blindfold instead
you better get a couple towels baby
'cause we about to slip and slide
you dont never need a horse or a saddle
imma give you this dick to ride
imma grant your every wish
& fulfill your fantasy!
aint nobody else allowed in the sex room
its only you and me
[[CHORUS]]: Trey
Bridge + Outro: Trey
Listen to what your body say! We can do it every other kinda way. Hit it in the sun up in the shade. Tell me what it is i gotcha babe! Baby lets hop up in the shower, baby let me snatch up off that towel, let me get a vowel. I-O-U. so I-E-U mean i eat you. (my sex) come into this room, you know what imma do. grab my body tight dont let me go! how you wanna ride just let me know! in my sex room, all that i wanted! legs in the air, witcha toes pointed! so baby welcome to my sex room!
[[CHORUS]]
I met this chick at mos city and her name as lexus
Ass out of control and her chest was reckless
So we exchanged numbers, plenty calls and texts about gaining new friends and axing our exes
In the back of my mind I just wanna to sex this, gotta give her the D and some pearls as a necklace
So I head out for dinner, woke up for breakfast, around 7:13 like houston, texas
She's everything I hope for in the bedroom, and like tyra banks I need some head room, cause she can suck off a golf ball through a garden hole
I never saw sat her on a beach she must starting howl
I'm all boy and game time, y'all be guarding hoes, yes she never plays games like the parker bro, and we'll be drinkin con jules about the cases
Meanwhile your girl been exchanging sex faces
They must be used to all the finer things
Infatuating about the money burns
They say to me your hoes will never change
So all this stuff is foward to exchange
I met her at a restaurant, she was a waitress
One day I went in and sat at her table
She asked what would I be having, I said the basics
Well done steak, vegetables and potatoes
She asked will I be having a drink, I said later
Bring me a glass of vodka and a chaser,
That's me and my homies sat and discuss papers
I could feel a fire burning me like a laser
I could see her thights through her uniform pants
So I didn't leave a tip, I left her in a benz, along with my number, saying give me a call, and you knew I didn't have to leave my name at all
She called me when she got off, so I invited her to my loft
And she flew over like come on thing, you knew she came straight about a bar at that 8clock
We had a couple glasses of champagne, then she massaged all of my back pains
Then it became time for her to pack things
I say hit me up again we'll do the same thing
Jumped in the shower, I got out and saw a text message
It had a smiley face and said you're the best sexy
Xoxo exclamation, I replied I love your sex face
You must be used to all the finer things
Infatuating about the money burns
They say to me your hoes will never change
Yeah and it go a little somethin' like this
Yeah and it go a little somethin' like this
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Now little Lisa's only nine years old
She's tryin' to figure out why the world is so cold
Why she's all alone and they never met her family
Momma's always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin' and nobody'll listen
Momma's on drugs, gettin' *** up in the kitchen
Bringin' home men at different hours of the night
Startin' with some laughs, usually endin' in a fight
Sneakin' in her room when her momma's knocked out
Tryin' to have his way and little Lisa says ouch
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her momma don't believe her
Lisa's stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get some clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Little Nicole is only ten years old
She's steady tryin' to figure why the world is so cold
Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions, she's makin' up excuses
Bleedin' on the inside, cryin' on the out
It's only one girl really knows what she's about
Her name is little Stacy and they become friends
Promise that they'll always be tight 'til the end
Until one day, lil' Stacy gets shot
A drive-by bullet went stray up on her block
Now Nicole's stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Little Erica is eleven years old
She's steady tryin' to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops *** to get rid of all the pain
Plus she's havin' sex with her boy who's sixteen
Emotions run deep as she thinks she's in love
So there's no protection, he's usin' no glove
Never thinkin' 'bout the consequences of her actions
Livin' for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her momma would blow it all out of proportion
Plus she lives poor, so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she 'bout to run away and never come back
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway, runaway love
Don't keep runnin' away
I'll run away with you
If you want me to
Yeah, I can only imagine what you goin' through, ladies
Sometimes I feel like runnin' away myself
So do me a favor right now and close your eyes
And picture us runnin' away together
When we come back, everything is gonna be okay
Open your eyes
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Now little Lisa's only nine years old
She's tryin' to figure out why the world is so cold
Why she's all alone and they never met her family
Momma's always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin' and nobody'll listen
Momma's on drugs, gettin' *** up in the kitchen
Bringin' home men at different hours of the night
Startin' with some laughs, usually endin' in a fight
Sneakin' in her room when her momma's knocked out
Tryin' to have his way and little Lisa says ouch
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her momma don't believe her
Lisa's stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get some clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Little Nicole is only ten years old
She's steady tryin' to figure why the world is so cold
Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic Step-dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions, she's makin' up excuses
Bleedin' on the inside, cryin' on the out
It's only one girl really knows what she's about
Her name is little Stacy and they become friends
Promise that they'll always be tight 'til the end
Until one day, lil' Stacy gets shot
A drive-by bullet went stray up on her block
Now Nicole's stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Little Erica is eleven years old
She's steady tryin' to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops *** to get rid of all the pain
Plus she's havin' sex with her boy who's sixteen
Emotions run deep as she thinks she's in love
So there's no protection, he's usin' no glove
Never thinkin' 'bout the consequences of her actions
Livin' for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her momma would blow it all out of proportion
Plus she lives poor, so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in a world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she 'bout to run away and never come back
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway love, runaway love
Runaway, runaway love
Don't keep runnin' away
I'll run away with you
If you want me to
Yeah, I can only imagine what you goin' through, ladies
Sometimes I feel like runnin' away myself
So do me a favor right now and close your eyes
And picture us runnin' away together
When we come back, everythin' is gonna be okay
Open your eyes
Roll out!
Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!
I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that matchin Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin through?
Man I ain't got nothin to prove, I paid my dues
Breakin the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin a cruise.
Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good?
You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?
What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in that BAG?
A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me
Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it?
That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin
The better I'm feelin, the more that I'm chillin
Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin
Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-course meals?
Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels
What in the world is in that ROOM, what you got in that ROOM?
A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives
Now it's time to choose
Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while I'm rubbin the hips, touchin lips to the top of the dick and then whewwww!
Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?
What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that CASE, what you got in that CASE?
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to take place at a similar pace
So shake, shake it
Get out my business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, ah
'Cause these niggas all up in my shit and it's my business,
my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, 'cause it's mine, oh mine
My business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass
strong
Cry me a river, cry me cry me, oh
Cry me a river, cry me cry me, oh
Cry me a river, cry me cry me.
I'm young, I'm young, I'm rich, I'm rich flexin, ain't it better
I'm young, I'm young, I'm rich, I'm rich flexin, ain't it better
Put all on my jack they want my diamonds
Swinging all my new like I'm...
Have a million dollar car
Have a million dollar watch
No roof on the top of... aint' got the...
Got a couple black builds and they all from lili lili
Get a little scuba diving... groupies groupies
Swaging to this ceiling this haters mad as...
Get money like they just a shit
Stuck on...
I'm young, I'm young, I'm rich, I'm rich flexin, ain't it better
I'm young, I'm young, I'm rich, I'm rich flexin, ain't it better
Be... they want my autograph
... I will never eat that...
Go fillin for you... got me
... my rich monopolies
As far as I get my... stucking with no...
... always flexin... takes me, tear it up like...
Magnus full potential...
I'm young, I'm young, I'm rich, I'm rich flexin, ain't it better
I'm young, I'm young, I'm rich, I'm rich flexin, ain't it better
All about my... these... you splitting too
I don't' want no birds up in my car
No drive no chicken...
I'll be on that new ferrari I'll be spilling out champagne
No rocks on the road... say I'm a damn chain
Gotta keeping moving mami gotta get that guacamole
I got that purp and a little bit of gold
I got shit run with... and smoke the couple...
... wanna be my... I'm too rich
I'm young, I'm young, I'm rich, I'm rich flexin, ain't it better
I'm young, I'm young, I'm rich, I'm rich flexin, ain't it better
Aint' it better, flex, I'm flexin,
... I'm flexin...
Have a million dollar car
Have a million dollar watch
I'm flexin... I'm flexin
(Intro - Mikey & Chuck)
I-I'm callin' tellin' y'all how I did it like Derek Rose.
It's no sweat. Nigga, hang my coat up in the coat check.
The pinewood boatdeck shine when the sun hit it.
Waterproof finish? I ain't even wanna co-co...
I'm callin' tellin' y'all how I did it like Derek Rose.
It's no sweat. Nigga, hang my coat up in the coat check.
The pinewood boatdeck shine when the sun hit it.
Waterproof finish? I ain't even wanna coach yet.
(Verse 1 - Mikey & Chuck)
With no stretchin' or the warm up drills,
I'm jordan sweatsuit joggin', homie, guess who got 'em,
In them black number sevens with the swiss cheese bottoms.
The Damon Stoudemire blazer jersey is a problem.
B-A-S-F flag fives and I called it,
Like dog, psshh, when these come out,
Nothin' to it, but to do it.
Just stirring the pot.
Stop, pop, jumpshot so sporty.
Yo, I tried being average, it's just not for me.
I told the lady, pour me anotha cup of the jungle juice,
See, I need one or two, startin' five, comin' soon.
Niggas spittin' top five lines on the interlude.
(Chorus - Mikey & Chuck)
Kick it in the city. When we in around town,
Next door neighbors tellin' us that it's too loud.
Now, neightbor, can you please just turn that mess down?
This is the sound of throwin' pennies on the ground.
(Verse 2 - Ludacris)
Diturbin' duh peace.
That's what we do.
Suprise niggas.
Luda!
Part two my speakers fine like wine.
Tryin' tell me turn 'em down? You out yo mothafuckin' mind.
Four fifteens, enough to make duh glass break.
I hit a switch, the car strips and makes its ass shake.
Bass and treble good. Need a lil' mid on it.
Yo' flow's trash, tell dese niggas put a lid on it.
I get a hundred a verse, so put a bid on it.
Unless you're God or got a Cool Kid on it.
Then I might do it for free,
Cuz what dese bitches do for dem dey might do it for me ha!
Luda! I'm duh captain of dis spaceship,
Real hip-hop lives death to dis fake shit.
And we hustle through recessions
It's debates about duh best
I'm duh answer, ain't no questions.
I'm rich and dese junkies steady beggin' fo' a round.
Well dis is duh sound of throwin' pennies on duh ground.
(Verse 3 - Bun B)
I got a pocket full uh profit, and a wallet full uh wonda. (Wonda)
A brain full uh braun, and a focus full uh thunda. (Pause)
Duh brown dat be unda, man, dey know me as duh king.
Make ya' head, (head), bells, and yo' cellphones ring.
Feel duh sting as duh 808 bank up out this air. When,
Faka' as I'm makin' maja' magic like I'm Irwin.
Johnson and Johnson baby, prolly duh freshest.
Duh trillest in duh game, (game), right here in duh flesh, nigga.
Yes. Think you fresh? I gotta tell ya' nigga, no. (No)
My Jordan's numba nine, and my chain is finga roll. (Roll)
See I got bigga rims, bigga speakas, bigga dough.
Not to mention when I flow, it's like I let duh trigga go. (Whoa)
I'm so sick wit it. Betta pass me duh tamma flu.
U-G-K for life, disrepect it and I'll be damned, if you. (Uhh)
We still too trill, so keep on wishin' boy.
Bun-B, Ludcris and Cool Kids, we gone fishin'.
Let's go.
(Chorus - Mikey & Chuck)
Kick it in the city. When we in around town,
Next door neighbors tellin' us that it's too loud.
Now, neightbor, can you please just turn that mess down?
[Verse 1]
It was friday night
And I was feelin' AIIIGHT,(Yep)
Downtown Atlanta, big city, bright lights,
Mixin' Henny wit tha Sprite,
While I'm drinkin' and drivin',
No police lights,
No police sirens,
I'm headed to da club, lookin' for a freak,
who'll spread a little love and spread a couple cheeks
Pull up to da spot 26's like BAAAM,
Eyes on me like BITCH, DO YOU SEE EM'?
Stroke to da frontdo' headed to da VIP,
Bought a couple bottles and I took a couple sips,
Scopin out da room and what do I SEE?,
A nice round butt and a pair of double D's,
So, I cribed up like SHAWTY WHAT'S HAPPNIN'?,
You killin' that dress and I love it wit a passion,
Then she turned around and her face was AIIIGHT,
She had a gap tooth and a mean overbite,
But I was like HMMMMM....
[Refrain]
[T-Pain]
If I take one more drink,
I'm gon' end up fuckin' YOUUUUUU,
Is that what you wanna DOOOO shawty?,
If I take one more drink,
I'm gon' end up fuckin' YOUUUUUU,
You TOOOOOO
[Verse 2]
Woke up the next mornin'and all I can remember,
Was takin' shots and tippin' a bartender,
Surrender to da woman,
That was bringin' me home,
Cause' she started lookin' better,
Every shot of patron YEP!!
I jumped up wit a devilish grin,
Cause' tonight DAMN RIGHT!I MIGHT DO IT AGAIN!!
So i called up da homies (Whaddup??)
Let's ride, we can hit the sportsbar,
Over on the Southside,
Get a couple of Coronas, couple of Limes,
Went up to da bar, saw a couple of dimes,
So I,
Slowly walked up an said HII,
My name is Ludacris and I'mma hell of a guy,
One said I know who you are,
I'm your #1 fan,
And right now was too bad,
I got a man,
And I said I understand,
But where the hell is he at??
Cause' in a minute, if he dont show ?? up,??? MAAAAAAAN....
[Refrain]
[T-Pain]
If I take one more drink,
I'm gon' end up fuckin' YOUUUUUU,
Is that what you wanna DOOOO shawty?,
If I take one more drink,
I'm gon' end up fuckin' YOUUUUUU,
You TOOOOOO
[Luda]
Ay Pain holla at em right quick man!
[T-Pain]
You gon get in trouble with your man giiirl,
(don't get in trouble girl)
Talkin bout how you're my biggest fan giiirl,
(i know what i'm doin')
Now I don't wanna do,
(pleasee)
What if you gon make me do?
(don't make me do it, don't make me dooo it!!)
If I had one more drink
[Verse 3]
One more drink I'mma get cha,
Home, then I'll split cha,
Grab the camera phone,
And take a bunch drunk pictures,
Cause' Hennessy mixed wit a whole bunch of buddha,
Equals you, mixed with a whole bunch of Luda,
And you know how far one drink could go,
Start slurrin' my speech, slowin' up da FLOOW,
Hikin' up these skirts,
Climbin' up your shirt,
It's Mr. Latenight Luda and I like to flirt,
So guess what BABYGIIIIIIRL....
[Refrain]
[T-Pain]
If I take one more drink,
I'm gon' end up fuckin' YOUUUUUU,
(just one book)
Is that what you wanna DOOOO shawty?,
(that's all it gon take)
If I take one more drink,
I'm gon' end up fuckin' YOUUUUUU,
(WHO ELSE T-PAIN?)
You TOOOOOO
[Luda talks]
You hear what i'm sayin'??
People to picky these days...DAMN IT!!
Too tall, too short, too fat, too skinny,
Have a couple of drinks and quit discriminating,
This is been a Luda Service Announcement
Deuces...
Grrrrrrrr..
+ (DMX)
Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK)
Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is)
Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK)
Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is)
Let it rush through your veins, cause I'ma be the one
to step up and put a hundred thousand dollars on the game
Got a pocket full of change and they C-note stacks
Bustin dominoes, spades, cee-lo, craps
We shootin pool at the Luda-plex; I slap a hundred on the table
just to see if any fools wanna do it next
I got games galore, I got game for sure
And when I win I spit game to whores (yep)
Or double it back, I'll double the stacks
Throw a dub, a big face or double the stack (boy)
And we can 'bout anything that you wanna do
But come up short and OH THE THANGS that the gun'll do
Throw in the towel cause I'm makin 'em sweat
Or put your house on the line and I can cover the bet
So hurry up and come get some, if you want some
You know the phrase - scared money don't make none!
Throw some money on the books, cause I know how to call 'em
Somebody tell my fam I got a gamblin problem
I don't know when to STOP, maybe when somebody's
drug away by the COPS, or when I'm blowin steam
Countin green in the DROP, because whether legal or illegal
all my people bring the strength to the block
Yessir, I thought you knew it, we loco
We'll bet on anything, just to see if anybody's gon' do it
It's people livin they LIFE comin up off change
And hustlers payin they bills comin up off games
Whether it's Madden or it's Live, tell 'em pick up the sticks
They call me Mr. Put-Down-Two-And-Pick-Up-Six
Then walk away with a clean slate; catch me out in A.C.
Callin yo' bluff with Puff eatin cheesecake
So all my ramblers, runners and money scramblers
Put your drinks up to all compulsive gamblers
I'm up in Vegas with a stack of black chips
Breakin the whole casino and doin backflips, man
Cameras eyein us, sidebetters tryin us
The more chips we stack, the more drinks they buyin us
Tryin to get me off my grind, but it won't work
Cause I can drink a fifth of gin and it don't hurt
I'm still breakin 'em, and dice still shakin 'em
I'm back on it like I just signed my record deal
Yeah the best is here, the Bentley Coup paint is dripping wet, it got sex appeal
Never should have hated
You never should've doubted him
With a slot in the president's iPod Obama shattered 'em
Said I handled his biz and I'm one of his favorite rappers
Well give Luda a special pardon if I'm ever in the slammer
Better yet put him in office, make me your vice president
Hillary hated on you, so that bitch is irrelevant
Jesse talking slick and apologizing for what?
If you said it then you meant it how you want it have a gut!
And all you other politicians trying to hate on my man,
Watch us win a majority vote in every state on my man
You can't stop what's bout to happen, we bout to make history
The first black president is destined and it's meant to be
The threats ain't fazing us, the nooses or the jokes
So get off your ass, black people, it's time to get out and vote!
Paint the White House black and I'm sure that's got 'em terrified
McCain don't belong in any chair unless he's paralyzed
Yeah I said it cause Bush is mentally handicapped
Ball up all of his speeches and I throw 'em like candy wrap
'Cause what you talking I hear nothing even relevant
And you the worst of all 43 presidents
Get out and vote or the end will be near
The world is ready for change because Obama is here!
'Cause Obama is here
If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out!
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out!
So if you with me and you tipsy throw your fist up!
If you got diamonds and they shinin throw your wrist up!
Hey hey
It's Luda Luda get it right I'm Mr. Money Machine
And I'm steady lookin for two women I can come in between
You can catch me chillin up in the cut but I'm always ready for ac-tion
I'm stunt, like Jackie Chan and lay low, like {?} Jack-son
Ma-xin and rela-xin, haters, do they really wanna test me mannnn
I got an arsenal waitin, do they really wanna catch me mannnn
No, I, don't, think, so
I've, got killers on the pay-roll if there's a, problem then say-so
I, make dough until there's none left
I run with plenty gangs that's holdin thangs
and rearrange your frame in one breath
So to keep on breathin I suggest you take this beatin
'Tis the season for bleedin and we've been lookin for a reason
Hey hey
Come holla at me, I'm a star, I got the hood on smash
You know me! My whole car smell like a woodshop class
I point 'em out like her, her, that girl with the mouth
plus you and your friends
Let me show you some whips that don't come out 'til the year of 2010
So I'm flockin 'em in, 'til the droptop is rockin again
Boy I got it locked, if you think not, then you'll get popped in the chin
And I'm clockin these ends, my record sales are blockin 'em in
Gotta thank those blessed to walk the streets to those that's locked in the pen
My entourage is game faces, mean muggin, mean muggin
Now the media is convinced that we thuggin, we thuggin
Momma told me grow up to be somethin, be somethin
I went diamond with this album so we buckin, we buckin
I'm so far ahead it's only RIGHT for you to hate on me mayne
When I'm pushin 90 by myself up in the H.O.V. lane
They tryin to figure how many mo' women that I can take on my plane
Bein one of the few rappers responsible for changin the game
Now desperate artists tryin to sue but they just makin some claims
Can't get in the spotlight for NOTHIN and it just makes 'em insane
That's why some of the niggaz resort right back to bakin that 'caine
And sellin it off to junky monkeys who keep bakin they brain
As they grow older they'll be feelin a lot of achin and pain
So right at the head they might as well just be aimin that thang
And you ain't helpin the process out by always cakin these dames
Featuring: Nicki Minaj
My chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, better, better than yours
My, my chick bad, better, better than yours
My, my, my chick bad, better, better than yours
My, my chick bad, better, better than yours
Listen, I'm saying my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could
My chick bad, better than yours
My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words
Her swagger don't stop, her body won't quit
So, fool, pipe down, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit
My chick bad, tell me if you've seen her
She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena
All white top, all white belt
And all white jeans, body looking like milk
No time for games, she's full grown
My chick bad, tell your chick to go home
My chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, better, better than yours
My, my chick bad, better, better than yours
My, my, my chick bad, better, better than yours
My, my chick bad, better, better than yours
Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker
She rides that dick and she handles her liquor
I knock a bitch out and fight
Comin' out swingin' like Tiger Woods's wife
Yeah, she can get a lil' hasty
Chicks better cover up their chests like pasty's
Couple girlfriends and they all a lil' crazy
Comin' down the street like a parade, Macy's
I fill her up, balloons
Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons
Doh, but I ain't talk about Homer
Chick so bad, the whole crew wanna bone her
My chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, better, better than yours
My, my chick bad, better, better than yours
My, my, my chick bad, better, better than yours
My, my chick bad, better, better than yours
Now will these bitches wanna try and be my bestie?
But I take a left and leave 'em hangin' like a testie
Trash talk to 'em, then I put 'em in a hefty
Running down the court, I'm dunkin' on 'em, Lisa Leslie
It's going down, basement
Friday, the 13th, guess who's playing Jason?
Tuck yourself in, you better hold on to your teddy
It's nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playing Freddy?
Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe came crazy
The mental asylum looking for me
You a rookie to me, I'm in that wham-bam-purple-lam
Damn, bitch, you been a fan
My chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could
My, my chick bad, better, better than yours
My, my chick bad, better, better than yours
My, my, my chick bad, better, better than yours
My, my chick bad
And when we all alone, I might just tip her
She slides down the pole like a certified stripper
When we all alone, I might tip her
She slides down the pole like a certified stripper
When we all alone, I might just tip her
She slides down the pole like a certified stripper
When we all alone, I might tip her
I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit
Here I am, yep, I'm the man, word
Here I am, yep yep, I'm the man, word
Here I am, yep, I'm the man, word
DTP's about that bomb shit, Luda
When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blast
Your flow is garbage, I throw it in the trash
I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit
Rewind the verse, make the track do a back flip
Your speakers poppin' on a handstand
They sneak dissin' niggas, throwin' little jabs like Bam-Bam
And I'm a bad man, they amateurs like at Apollo
I wipe 'em off the stage like Sandman
Damn man, what the hell you smokin' on?
It's Ludacris I got more cheese than Provalone
And the chrome is home, so I'm never home alone
And only keep friends with two X chromosomes
So I command all these rappers put the mic down
Throw a grenade in your mouth, nigga bite down
'Cause I'm back with Premo on the track
Takin' it to the essence showin' niggas how to rap
Here I am, yep, I'm the man, word
Here I am, yep yep, I'm the man, word
Here I am, yep, I'm the man, word
DTP's about that bomb shit, Luda
Still hungry as the day I began, I heat the booth up
So much the engineer caught a muthafuckin' tan
I'm the truth when it comes to it, I hold hip hop for hostage
Since two thousand I put a gun to it
And I run through it like a Jamaican boat
And everyday is a vacation on Jamaican smoke
Charge your whole block, talk shit they hear the four pop
One, two and it don't stop
And my deliveries invaded your vicinity
Hennessey is my remedy, takin' shots like Kennedy
And I've been a G for a long time
To these streets I'm connected like I'm online
On time for whatever
And every time and album drop, I drop big like Voletta
I'm ahead of the competition, they wishin' I just fade off
My career for your life, let's trade off
Here I am, yep, I'm the man, word
Here I am, yep yep, I'm the man, word
Here I am, yep, I'm the man, word
DTP's about that bomb shit, Luda
Eight years in the game, ain't a damn thang change
So I brought it back to one of the tracks so where the damn thang came
And he goin' down in history 'cause he don't sleep
And he the first southern rapper on a Premo beat
I hate the kick and the snare
The samples always taste fine
And I shoot a hot sixteen from the baseline
I'm on point like CP3 and I'll be goin' down in rap as the MVP
Here I am, yep, I'm the man, word
Here I am, yep yep, I'm the man, word
Here I am, yep, I'm the man, word
DTP's about that bomb shit, Luda
Word
Word
Oh oh oh
(Say it!)
*make love to me*
Oh oh oh
(What!)
*Fuck Me*
Chorus:
Im bout' to throw some game
They both one and the same
Cupids the one to blame
(Say it!)
*make love to me*
Im bout to shed some light
Cuz each and every night
You gotta do it right
(What!)
*fuck me*
They want it nice and slow
Kiss em from head to toe
Relax and let it go
*make love to me*
They want it now and fast
Grabbin and smackin ass
You gotta make it last
*fuck me*
Together holdin hands
You out there spending grands
And makin family plans
*make love to me*
Dont have to straighten facts
Dont want no strings attached
Just scratches on you back
*fuck me*
Ex'es aint actin right
And you so glad to fight
Dinners by candelight
*make love to me*
She got a nigga' whipped
Down to ya finga tips
Tryin' that freaky shit
*fuck me*
Turn on some BabyFace
Just for ya lady's sake
Your call her babycakes
*make love to me*
Know how to mack a broad
Shes on your sack and balls
You call her jaberjaws
*fuck me*
(Chorus x2)
You bout to buy a ring
She needs the finer things
Gucci designer frames
*make love to me*
Purchase a nasty flick
Wrap up and tie up quik
Know how to drive a stick
*fuck me*
You both unite as one
You da moon and shes ya sun
Your hearts a beatin drum
*make love to me*
You betta notacane
She wanna feel the pain
Then hear her scream ya name
*fuck me*
Follow this dick-tionary
You both some visionaries
Then do it missionary
*make love to me*
I hear them call the wild
And do it all the while
Doggie and froggie style
*fuck me*
You in between the sheets
Lickin and eatin sweets
And what you find ya keep
*make love to me*
You do it standin up
Orgasms, hand em up
Ya'll just dont give a fuck
*fuck me*
(Chorus x2)
You wanna tell the world
Cuz shes ya favorite girl
Ya diamond and ya pearl
*make love to me*
Nobody has to know
Just keep it on the low
And meet em right and fo'
*fuck me*
Nothin but fights and fussin
Plus theres alot a cussin'
Just grab a hold a somethin'
*make love to me*
Ya'll do that bad stuff
She liked it rammed up
Ropes and hand cuffs
*fuck me*
[Intro: Usher (Lil Jon)]
Usher
(Lil Jon, Ludacris!!)
Yea man, once again its on (It's on)
You know we had to do it again right
(We had to do it again boy!!
I want you to sing to these niggaz man)
Uh Oh Oh Oh
I guess I'll go first
Let me at em
Check me out
Lets get em
[Usher]
Baby how you doing? hope that you're find
Want to know what you got in mind and I
Got me feeling like Jodeci girl I can't leave you alone
Take a shot of this here petron and its gon' be on
V-I-P done got way too crowded
I'm about to end up callin it a night
She should holla at your girl tell her that she came to see
Pulled off beep beep shotgun in the GT with me
She said Oooooohhhhh!! I'm ready to ride
(I was like) yea
Cause once you get inside you can't change you mind
Don't mean to sound impatient but you gotta promise baby
Ooh!!
[Chorus]
Tell me again (Tell me again my baby)
That we'll be lovers and friends
(Ohh! I gotta know baby, oh yea)
Tell me again
Make sure you're right oh before we began
That we'll be lovers and friends
(Ooh! oh its a good look baby)
[Ludacris]
Talking: (Really good look baby, look here)
Sometime wanna be your lover sometime wanna be your friend
Sometime wanna hug hold hands slow dance while the record spins
Opened up your heart cause you said I made you feel so comfortable
Used to play back then now you all grown up like Rudy Huxtable
I could be your +Bud+ you could beat me up
Play fight in the dark then we both make up
I do, anything just to feel yo butt
Why you, got me so messed up
I don't know but you gotta stop tripping
Be a good girl now turn around and get these whipping
You know you like it like that
You don't have to fight back here's a pillow bite that
And I'll be setting seperate plays
So on all these seperate days your legs can go they seperate ways
[Chorus]
Tell me again (Tell me again my baby)
That we'll be lovers and friends
(Ohh! its a good look baby)
Tell me again (Tell me over and over and over we can)
That we'll be lovers and friends
Make sure you're right before you choose
[Lil Jon]
I's been knowing you for a long time (shawty)
But fuck it never crossed my mind (shawty)
But tonight I seen something in you (shawty)
That made me wanna get with you (shawty)
You ain't been nothing but a friend to me (shawty)
And a nigga never ever dreamed it be (shawty)
Up in here kissing, hugging, screaming, touching (shawty)
Up in the bathtub rubber dubbing (shawty)
Are you sure you wanna go this route (shawty)
Let a nigga know before I pull it out (shawty)
I would never ever cross the line (shawty)
Shawty let me hit you tell me one more time
One more time
[Chorus]
Tell me again (Tell me again my baby)
That we'll be lovers and friends
(Ohh! its a good look baby)
Tell me again
(Make sure you're right oh before we leave)
That we'll be lovers and friends
(Tell me over and over and over we can)
[Usher vocalizing]
[Ludacris (Lil Jon)]3x
Please tell your lovers and friends
Oww, Luda!
I done killed so many niggaz in the booth I sell rappers on eBay
Cause every one of my verses been instant like replays
Speakers get blown like candles on yo' B-day
Cause Luda's catalog got mo' records than the DJ
The bank yells "mayday" cause every day's a payday
I put it on tape and then I'll sell it like Ray J
But not out the sto', nope, straight to the buyer
Cause I slung 'em out my trunk like the D.C. sniper
And six albums later you'll deposit every word
'Til your memory bank gives me the credit I deserve
Top 5, damn right! But really it just hit me
That three of yo' top 5's too scared to fuck with me
So how can I advance if you don't give me no opponents?
How can you see the future if you livin' for the moment?
Hip-Hop couldn't die, I never offer my condolence
But I'll offer y'all a day of atonement, cause
I'm a lyricist to the death, so I got what you need
Ludacris, I'm the last of a dyin' breed
And we almost extinct, so I'm sayin' it loud
Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
M-MC means move, means move, means, m-m-move the crowd
I got it baby, and I'm an MC, I move the crowd like Moses
Like the Red Sea I wear red like roses
Go against me and you'll be dead like roses
Spittin' at your head full of bread like toasters
Never had a holster, I keep it on my lap
And hip-hop ain't dead, it just had a heart attack
But you see I keep it pumpin', yeah I got that heart back
So just call me Little Carter, or Little Cardiac
Precious like an artifact, valuable like a quarterback
Hannibal like they call me Jack, throwback like a Starter hat
Now how did he thought of that? I mean how did he think of that?
I mean how did I think of that? Now like a rental, bring it back
I mean how did I think of that? I sit by myself sometimes
Someone should throw me a surprise party for every rhyme
Every time I do it, I do it dirty like swine
For the dirty and fine, hip-hop, I'm alive!
I'm a lyricist to the death and I got what you need
Weezy F, the last of a dyin' breed
And we almost extinct, so I'm sayin' it loud
Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
M-MC means move, means move, means, m-m-move the crowd
Oww, they say O'Reilly don't like him, nope
Oprah won't invite him, nope
The president denounced him no one will announce him, no!
Controversial lyrics like I'm cryin' for help
I'm very talented, but I should be ashamed of myself
But this is my art, art, this is my music
I'm speakin' from the heart, hit record and I'll lose it!
Bite my tongue for no one, I'll put you on blast
So all the news channels, y'all could kiss my ass!
And if I dish it I could take it, fix it if you break it
Could hit rock bottom and I'm still gon' make it, why?
Cause I'm a born hustler, natural survivor
Seed of a gangsta, I put that on my father
YouTube or Google me, turn it up and play it
Cause many people think it, I just had the balls to say it, what?
And risk losin' everything, I stand for the weak
Plus I live for my freedom of speech, cause
I'm a lyricist to the death, so I got what you need
Ludacris, I'm the last of a dyin' breed
And we almost extinct, so I'm sayin' it loud
Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
Say it with me, MC means move the crowd
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Shake shake shake your money maker
Like you were shaking it for some paper
Took your mama 9 months to make ya
Might as well shake what ya mama gave ya
You ... you looking good in them jeans
I bet you look even better with me in between
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But yous a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind
I got * on my right side pouring some cups
My whole hood is to my left and they ain't giving a fuck
So feel free to get lose and get carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you was saying today
But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get
And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat
The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet
And how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet..
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and..
Switch it till you running right out of breath and..
Take a break until you ready again and..
You can invite over as many friends as..
Ya want to, but I really want you
Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you something to bump to...HEYY
Luda...I'm at the top of my game
You want my hands from the bottom to top of your frame
And I...just wanna take a lil ride on your curves
And get erotic giving your body just what it deserves and..
Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis
Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius...YUPP
Call me the renaissance man
Get up and I stay harder than a cinder block mannn....HEYY
I'm just a bedroom gangster
And I been meaning to tell ya that I really must thank ya when ya..
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Rock rock rock it and make it work girl
Please don't stop it until it hurt girl
You..you been looking a little tipsy
So if you could just shake it a little this way
See ima member of the BBC
The original bread winna of DTP
And you the center of attention thats distracting the squad
Cause everybody in the camp is like OH MY GODD..she could
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas
Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
Right down Santa Claus lane
All his reindeer, all his reindeer
Pulling on the reins
Bells are ringing, children singing
Bells are ringing, children si
B-bells are, b-bells are ringing, children singing
Santa Claus comes to town
Yeah, I tell 'em all I want for Christmas is two gold front teeth
And ten carat diamonds on a fat gold wreath
That I could wear around ma neck, get money in respect
Tell Santa Claus to bring a ten million dollar check
So I could spread a lil' cheer, fly a couple leers
Eat a lil' chicken, drink a couple beers
Kick back and just chill like a player would do
Remix all the Christmas carols then I play 'em for you
Luda, turn it up until I wake up all the neighbors
They say that I'm a nuisance but I say they all some haters
Just because I'm poor they always calling me a faker
And 'cause my Christmas tree decorated in toilet paper
But little do they know, they bout to see a show
'Cause when they come up out the house
I'm gonna blast 'em with some snow
Frosty's never seen nothing quite like this
And St. Nick's never seen nothing quite like 'Cris
So um
Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
Right down Santa Claus lane
All his reindeer, all his reindeer
Pulling on the reins
Bells are ringing, children singing
Bells are ringing, children si
B-bells are, b-bells are ringing, children singing
Santa Claus comes to town
Yeah, chestnuts roasting on the fire in the hill
Down below we firing up the barbecue grills
Ice skating in the drive way, I'ma do it my way
Eggnogs got daddy swerving on the highway
Chains on the tires, ice up on the window
10 degrees Fahrenheit, freezing as the wind blow
Help me take my boots off and my snow suit off
Get up in the house and my nose is redder than Rudolph's
I think I need some help with the buckle on my belt
And if Santa doesn't show I want his cookies and his milk
Tell him I need a jacket, New Jordans and a Xbox
New suits for church and a couple pairs of dress socks
Stuff my stockin' with Jolly Ranchers and candy canes
Invite my aunties and uncles, let's do the family thing
Meanwhile I'm hoping Santa got my wish list
So I could wake up to a very Merry Christmas
Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
Right down Santa Claus lane
All his reindeer, all his reindeer
Pulling on the reins
Bells are ringing, children singing
Bells are ringing, children si
B-bells are, b-bells are ringing, children singing
Santa Claus comes to town
Oh yeah, I hear the sleigh bells ringing and the jingle bells rock
Santa never seen the jingle bells on my block
I hear he's making that list, checking the thing twice
I guess it's prolly 'cause I been naughty not nice
But I'ma straighten up my act, get up on track
Make a couple bucks and buy mama a Cadillac
And then maybe Santa Claus will come around my way
So all the kids on my block can look up and say, hey
Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
Right down Santa Claus lane
All his reindeer, all his reindeer
Pulling on the reins
Bells are ringing, children singing
Bells are ringing, children si
B-bells are, b-bells are ringing, children singing
(Ludacris)
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop
Now this is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with
emotion
This my daily devotion, that verses stay deeper than
the ocean
So hip-hop you owe me a promotion
Yeah, I do a little boastin’ and braggin’
What’s all the commotion and naggin’ about
‘Cause I’m still the champ in the south
‘Cause rappers get in the booth and I keep draggin’
them out
Where they fired and these pink slips I keep handin’
them out
‘Cause this is Theater of Mind, consider it a sign
Of what’s to come next, my money’s just fine
Bank filled with dump checks
Terrorist threat flow, proceed to drop (bombs) like
Mr. Funk Flex
But I don’t do it for the money, I do it from the
heart
I’ll do it with the beatbox, I did it from the start
I’ll do it for the DJs, I’ll do it for the charts
The Van Gogh flow, Luda do it ‘cause it’s art
I do it for the fans, I do it on command
I do it for the front row, I do it for the stands
I spit it for the hood, I do it for the block
And since nine years old, I did it for hip-hop
(Ludacris)
So, I don’t do for the chains and the fancy drops
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
(Nas)
They say I’m so low key, I’m socially awkward
Only those that really know me are the ones that I
talk with
They smile in the light, hate in the dark,
you call it beef, to me its's just a fuckin’ walk in
the park
Because you are who you are when nobody is looking
That's who you are so when the cash and cars is gone,
the day after tomorrow
Don’t be askin’ to borrow, ski maskin’ it hard, like
the way you rap in your bars
I could ride on you and whoever, devise new endeavors
I’m as live as hive full of predators
Twenty thousands different species of bees
Some half poisonous sting, some just pollinating their
leafs
It's just like rap, some will buzz some will attack,
compromising their own life in fact
Sixteen years since my first sixteen, pardon the rest
of my niggas
But I’m the best whoever did it
(Ludacris)
I don’t do for the cars and the fancy drops
(Nas)
Uh, I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop, uh
(Ludacris)
I do it for hip-hop
And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
(Nas)
Why we do it kid, I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop, uh
I do it for hip-hop
(Jay-Z)
Hip-hop, started out in the park
We used to do it to avoid the Narcs
I used to do it so the homeboy Clark can get the fuck
off my back while I knocked off these packs
I used to rap to impress my friends
The past of time when I was gettin’ it in
Just so happens I’m so illegal with the pen, they
ain’t want me to do anything illegal again
I lost a lot of dawgs to these streets
I got Grammy awards on these beats
Thank God for Cool Herc
Without this shit I probably would’ve got murked
Shout outs to Grandmaster Flash and the cash
And even Jaz bum ass
Hip hop helped me wash me ass
These other rappers couldn’t wash my socks
That’s why I took the number one slot
The realest shit in rap comes from my voice box
Lord knows when I was on my clock
I probably never would’ve stopped
Thank God for hip-hop
(Ludacris)
I don’t do for the cars and the fancy drops
(Jay-Z)
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
(Ludacris)
I do it for hip-hop
And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
(Jay-Z)
come on, I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
(both)
[Faded]
I do it for hip hop
I do it for hip hop
[Ludacris]
Now this is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screems with emotion
This my daily devotion, the verses stay deaper then the ocean
So hip hop you owe me a promotion
Yea i do a little boasting and bragging
Whats all the commotion and nagging about?
Cuz Im Still the Champ in the south
Cuz rappers get in the booth and i keep dragging them out
For they fire at these pink slips im handing them out
Cuz this is theatre of the mind
Considerate a sign of whats to come next
My moneys just fine bank filled with dumb checks
Terrorist threat flow, proceed to drop bombs like mr.pump flex
But i don't do it for the money, I do it from the heart
I do it with the beatbox, i did it from the start
I do it for the DJ's, I do it for the chart's
The fan gel flow,luda do it cuz it's art
I do it for the fans, I do it on command
I do it for the front row, I do it for the stands
I spit it for the hood, I do it for the block
It's Nine Years old, I did it for HIP HOP!
[Chorus]
I don't do it for the cars and the fancy drops
I do it for HIP HOP... I do it for HIP HOP... I do it for HIP HOP...
And I don't do it for the chains and the flashing rocks
I do it for HIP HOP... I do it for HIP HOP... I do it for HIP HOP...
[K-Atomic]
I do it for HIP HOP and never ever stop
Till I get copped, popped, or arrested and locked up
Not for the lowrider with the chrome T-Top
Not for the money that can cop any shop
Not for any Hot Mamas, But nonstop change like obama
No need for drama yo I do it for my soul
to hold and control what I can and thats the goal
To puncture a hole in the bag and leak the movement
Improvement thats the destination, provin the obligation
Chainging the population, making the situation
better now then ever, n' vow to educating
the hood to good choices and getting a place in
society with the things we facing, while they hating
We racing to like the masons all the way to the top
Cleaning up the game from the same damn thing
cats faking and acting lame just to attract fame
but lyrically we react and blast them with words not gats
we (w)rap words around them like an island on a map
[removed]As I put on my fitted cap, I think about the music
And why we do it and how we do use it
To be a nuisance to the common mind
and it's time for the whole world to see me with a blinding shine[/removed]
And I'll never flop or fake with any of them props
Cuz I don't do it for nothing other then HIP HOP!
[Chorus]
I don't do it for the cars and the fancy drops
I do it for HIP HOP... I do it for HIP HOP... I do it for HIP HOP...
And I don't do it for the chains and the flashing rocks
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