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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! |
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Georgia, Georgia Georgia, Georgia We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha Country Name Country Slang Fiens at the liquor store Lac Cruisin Crap Shootin 50 on the 10 to 4 Overcast the forecast Shows clouds fromt plenty dro And we ready for war in the state of...Georgia Dirty Words Dirty Birds Its mean in the dirty south If you ever disrespect it then we'll clean out your dirty mouth Bulldawgs is clockin These look out boys is hawkin You gotta be brave in the state of...Georgia I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone And tell somebody you need help in the middle of...Georgia We some ATL thrashers Scope your pumpkin and smasha We'll come through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster Don't know who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit Thats why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of...Georgia We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha I'm from the home of the neck bones, black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee GA the peach state where we stay My small city's called Albany...Georgia Pecan country like catfish with grits Candy yams and chitlins Gram's homemade baked biscuits The land of classical Caprices and Impala super sports Ingredients in the peach cobbler called...Georgia I love the women out in LA And the shopping stores in New York The beaches in MIA But they ain't nothin like that GA red clay Look on your map, we right above Florida Next to Bama Under the Carolinas and Tennesse you'll see...Georgia Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train The birthplace of Martin Luther King Where ass so plump and hips are thick Where Lac trucks sit on 26's Know where your going or your get lost Found on these plum trees in the south These choppas will tomahawk your top down here in...Georgia We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map, Where the wet paint drip jelly on pirelliz an the chrome on the Chevy when im choppin in the trap Country as hell, dey sum warriorz, told sum to spray sumthan the same shape as Florida, Lookin for me boy, ya find me, outta Dougherty County in a small city call'd Albany...Georgia Where dey use to cAll us sum bamas, An now dey jockin da grammar Watch ya mouf unless you out foe sum mannar, Bunch of hustlaz run on every corna like the Waffle house in Atlanta Or I be camouflag'd out in Savannah...Georgia Now u might come foe vAcAchun, LeAve on probAchun Home of dA strip club, Known foe dA thyck gulz Where dA chickz put tipz in dA tip cup, Of thyck chick in A thong wit A big butt When it gettin on, wont b cheap when it on like peachtree, MAke A chick tAke it off like freAknik, down here in ...georgiA When u see dem confederAte flAgz yA know wut it iz, YA folkz pick cotton here dAtz y we cAll it dA field I got A chevrolet on 26'zzz, Im frum GA ...GA ...georgiA We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha |
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| 3:38 |
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| 0:12 |
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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 dont play dat shit owwwwwwwwww Get off dis got dammn phone. Nigga who da fuck iz dis? Im a Ol' G Nigga Waz up nigga dis dis Luda. Luda who nigga Luda LUDA.. Luda... Ludacris? YE YE Yeah NIGGA ahh Snap. Aye man how you now my girl? Man i got all yo albums. Man Back For The First Time. Man ya know what im sayin. I even got Incock Negro man. ahhh man My bad baby get up off da floor. you didnt tell me it waz Luda. Aint dat a bitch. My girl Fuckin Luda. HE HE HELLO? Yeaah Ima call you back. |
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| 3:54 |
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| 10. |
| 5:07 |
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(phone rings)
[Ludacris] Hello? [Woman] 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? [Chorus: Ludacris] 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? [Ludacris] Hello? [Woman] Cris, I just caught this motherfucker cheating with my best friend I cannot believe this shit [Verse 1: Ludacris] 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 bobble of bub And before we go again we can jump in the tub, yea [Woman] Thank you baby, I needed that So when we gonna do this again? [Chorus] [Ludacris] Hello? [Woman] 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? [Verse 2: Ludacris] 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 [Woman] Thank you baby You're always there when I need you I love you for that [Chorus] [Ludacris] Hello? [Woman] Ay, estoy cansada ese negro Solo que perder este pendejo [Verse 3: Ludacris] 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 And I can make you come again without a single touch, uh [Woman] Ay, gracias por todo papi Ay, te amo papi [Chorus] |
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| 4:38 |
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| 12. |
| 4:24 |
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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 Assign your name in the streets (sign your name in the streets) |
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