Ludacris - Theater Of The Mind (2008)

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RELEASE DATE:	2008-11-24
DURATION:	60:20
# OF TRACKS:	14
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 랩/힙합 팝 랩 하드코어 랩
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	197

TRACKS

Disc 1

Intro

Ludacris

1:55

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!

Undisputed [C-Starring Floyd "Money" Mayweather]

Ludacris

4:33

[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,
And I'm the undefeated champ, yall niggas suck!

[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,
And I'm the undefeated champ, yall niggas suck!

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Wish You Would [Co-Starring T.I.]

Ludacris

4:47

Ludacris, (T.I.):
(HERE WE GOOO!)
Surprise nigga (HAHAAAA)
It was bound to happen sooner or later (Hahahahaha)
(They aint ready for this)...
History has been made
ATL YEEEEEAAAAAA..

'cause I got it, all these haters wanna grill me
(But fuck that, I'm bout my money if it kills me)
[YEEAAH BABY]
(And I'm up to no good)
Ayyy I wish a muthafucka would
Dis da A-town, Cum into my hood
Ayyy I wish a muthafucka would
Houston Dallas, Cum into to they hood
Ayyy I wish a muthafucka would

THIS THA A-TOWN, COME INTO MY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka would
HOUSTON, DALLAS COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka would

Ludacris:
I keep a fresh pair of One's on my feet and double deuces on da chevy.
Three's company the double four'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 yea I went green da 26's on da high bridge,
Smoked so much green that I cant 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 mil I bought a lakefront crib,
Da Bentley car cover lookin like a laced front wig
Of course dey hatin' 'cause dey still ridin' da MARTA train,
We named da yacht but put the plane in my daughter's name,
Now dats Karma so call me Daddy War Bucks
'cause if you got money I got more bucks.

'cause I got it, all these haters wanna grill me
(But fuck that, I'm bout my money if it kills me)
[YEEAAH BABY]
(And I'm up to no good)
Ayyy I wish a muthafucka would

NEW YORK & JERSEY COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka would
L.A. & THE BAY COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka would

Ludacris:
LUDA!!!
I'm freak like a scorpio,
Custom hood scoops make the hood look like Pinocchio,
I'm rich bitch, I should drop cash,
Da inside of da 'Lac look like a woodshop class
And these women gimme love like it's tennis time
So many shoes dat my closet look like finish Line
So many acres dat my crib look like Bermuda
So many diamonds da safe look like Kay jewellers
Dat spot bout to drop my team said Luda get it
Now 50 thou says I'm the first nigga with it
Da first round draft pick later for you imbiciles
The car is all black like it got traded to the timberwolves
And I keep a li'l 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 dat purp, I call my whip da Sac King

'cause I got it, all these haters wanna grill me
(But fuck that, I'm bout my money if it kills me)
[YEEAAH BABY]
(And I'm up to no good)
Ayyy I wish a muthafucka would

Chi-Town and Detroit, COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka would
D.C and B-Boy, COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka 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 mornin prayin bout what happened friday
But dem da consequences for comin pimpin' sideways
Nowadays guess it pays to change in cahoots with corporations makin major change
With magnificent watches and amazing chains
Plush pad in Atlanta and L.A's da same
I ball till I'm bored with selections and assortments some automotives worth a small fortune
Of coure there's the '72 Chevelle hard-top, '69 drop, 60 K a piece you could barely pay your lease,
Dude wanna talk new school, tell em' go ahead
Drop head double off Maybech and corner sales
Swag got the ass, cash stacked to the hairline
Fuck another car, it's time to try and buy an airline

'cause I got it, all these haters wanna grill me
(But fuck that, I'm bout my money if it kills me)
[YEEAAH BABY]
(And I'm up to no good)
Ayyy I wish a muthafucka would

Miami to Alabama, COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka would
Phily and Boston, COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka would
St. Louis to Tennesse, COME INTO They HOOD,
V.H. to V.A, COME INTO THEY HOOD
Ohio and Inidiana, COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Mississippi to Carolinas, COME INTO THEY HOOD,
??? 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 HOOOOOOD

Ludacris, (T.I.):
(HERE WE GOOO!)
Surprise nigga (HAHAAAA)
It was bound to happen sooner or later (Hahahahaha)
(They aint ready for this)...
History has been made
ATL YEEEEEAAAAAA..

'cause I got it, all these haters wanna grill me
(But fuck that, I'm bout my money if it kills me)
[YEEAAH BABY]
(And I'm up to no good)
Ayyy I wish a muthafucka would
Dis da A-town, Cum into my hood
Ayyy I wish a muthafucka would
Houston Dallas, Cum into to they hood
Ayyy I wish a muthafucka would

THIS THA A-TOWN, COME INTO MY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka would
HOUSTON, DALLAS COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka would

Ludacris:
I keep a fresh pair of One's on my feet and double deuces on da chevy.
Three's company the double four'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 yea I went green da 26's on da high bridge,
Smoked so much green that I cant 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 mil I bought a lakefront crib,
Da Bentley car cover lookin like a laced front wig
Of course dey hatin' 'cause dey still ridin' da MARTA train,
We named da yacht but put the plane in my daughter's name,
Now dats Karma so call me Daddy War Bucks
'cause if you got money I got more bucks.

'cause I got it, all these haters wanna grill me
(But fuck that, I'm bout my money if it kills me)
[YEEAAH BABY]
(And I'm up to no good)
Ayyy I wish a muthafucka would

NEW YORK & JERSEY COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka would
L.A. & THE BAY COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka would

Ludacris:
LUDA!!!
I'm freak like a scorpio,
Custom hood scoops make the hood look like Pinocchio,
I'm rich bitch, I should drop cash,
Da inside of da 'Lac look like a woodshop class
And these women gimme love like it's tennis time
So many shoes dat my closet look like finish Line
So many acres dat my crib look like Bermuda
So many diamonds da safe look like Kay jewellers
Dat spot bout to drop my team said Luda get it
Now 50 thou says I'm the first nigga with it
Da first round draft pick later for you imbiciles
The car is all black like it got traded to the timberwolves
And I keep a li'l 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 dat purp, I call my whip da Sac King

'cause I got it, all these haters wanna grill me
(But fuck that, I'm bout my money if it kills me)
[YEEAAH BABY]
(And I'm up to no good)
Ayyy I wish a muthafucka would

Chi-Town and Detroit, COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka would
D.C and B-Boy, COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka 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 mornin prayin bout what happened friday
But dem da consequences for comin pimpin' sideways
Nowadays guess it pays to change in cahoots with corporations makin major change
With magnificent watches and amazing chains
Plush pad in Atlanta and L.A's da same
I ball till I'm bored with selections and assortments some automotives worth a small fortune
Of coure there's the '72 Chevelle hard-top, '69 drop, 60 K a piece you could barely pay your lease, 
Dude wanna talk new school, tell em' go ahead
Drop head double off Maybech and corner sales
Swag got the ass, cash stacked to the hairline
Fuck another car, it's time to try and buy an airline

'cause I got it, all these haters wanna grill me
(But fuck that, I'm bout my money if it kills me)
[YEEAAH BABY]
(And I'm up to no good)
Ayyy I wish a muthafucka would

Miami to Alabama, COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka would
Phily and Boston, COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Ayyyy I wish a mothafucka would
St. Louis to Tennesse, COME INTO They HOOD,
V.H. to V.A, COME INTO THEY HOOD
Ohio and Inidiana, COME INTO THEY HOOD,
Mississippi to Carolinas, COME INTO THEY HOOD,
??? 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 HOOOOOOD

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One More Drink [Co-Starring T-Pain]

Ludacris

3:41

[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 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 Strokin 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' f**kin' YOUUUUUU Is that what you wanna DOOOO shawty If I take one more drink I'm gon' f**kin' 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 were bringin' me home Cause' she started lookin' better Every shot of patron YEP I jumped up wit a devilish grin Cause' tonight DAMN RIGHTI 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' f**kin' YOUUUUUU Is that what you wanna DOOOO shawty If I take one more drink I'm gon' f**kin' 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' f**kin' 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'f**kin' YOUUUUUU (WHO ELSE T-PAIN) You TOOOOOO [Luda talks] You hear what i'm sayin' People to picky these daysDAMN 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 HAHAHA

[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 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 Strokin 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' f**kin' YOUUUUUU Is that what you wanna DOOOO shawty If I take one more drink I'm gon' f**kin' 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 were bringin' me home Cause' she started lookin' better Every shot of patron YEP I jumped up wit a devilish grin Cause' tonight DAMN RIGHTI 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' f**kin' YOUUUUUU Is that what you wanna DOOOO shawty If I take one more drink I'm gon' f**kin' 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' f**kin' 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'f**kin' YOUUUUUU (WHO ELSE T-PAIN) You TOOOOOO [Luda talks] You hear what i'm sayin' People to picky these daysDAMN 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 HAHAHA

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Call Up The Homies [Co-Starring The Game And Willy Northpole]

Ludacris

4:04

[Ludacris] + (The Game)
I just touched down in killa Cali, strapped up my boots
Got scooped up by Game so I hopped up in the Coupe
(Ahh, whattup nigga?) What the hell is goin on?
I'm tryin to ease back and get my head in the zone
(Then where the fuck you tryin to go?) Nigga this yo' city
Anywhere, I'm just tryin to see some ass and titties
So fool mash the gas, the night is young
All bullshit aside I'm tryin to have some fun
Hit the hop in Lakewood, or ride down Slausson
Or the casino, they say it's just like Compton (ha ha)
Really doesn't matter, long as shots don't rang out
(Nigga I stay strapped, I don't wanna pull the thang out)
Well keep the heat heat right up under the seat
And let's roll to Roscoe's and grab somethin to eat
But check your rearview mirror, I swear somebody's followin
Rollin in that dark blue SS Impala and
All up on the bumper, man I'm just sayin
Tell me you know this nigga (nah, they better stop playin)
He sped up around and drove right in front of us
Could be one-time just tryin to bust one of us
'Til he smashed the brakes and we almost hit him
Throwin signs out the window like somethin was wrong wit him
Before we jump out and get ready to clown
(Nigga call up the homies, it's about to go down)

[Chorus: Ludacris] + (The Game)
Keep one eye open cause the streets don't sleep
(If the streets get hungry then the streets gon' eat)
That's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds, nigga
(Call up the homies, it's about to go down)
Call up the homies, it's about to go down?
(Yeah, call up the homies, it's about to go down)
Yeah that's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds
Nigga call up the homies, it's about to go DOWN

[The Game] + (Ludacris)
Somebody tell Luda I'm on the way now (aight)
Just stepped one size 12 Air Force One in the A-Town (ha ha ha)
And you know where I'm headed
To the Lennox Mall to get it done head to toe NWA style (do it)
Keep it gangsta from the waist down
And this chrome trey-pound got me feelin Atlanta +Brave+ now (right)
Disturbin' Tha Peace, I'll let the lead spray
I'm startin to love this place, they even got Red Clay (okay)
Hit a different strip club e'ry day (yeah)
And I don't make it rain, it's a hurricane on the way (ha ha ha)
And I got the A-Town pump
It'll make your whole body do the A-Town stomp (woo!)
Then it's off to the Waffle House
And pancake mix ain't the only thing comin out her mouth
And her 42 D's comin out her blouse
Her baby daddy comin in (Game, get out the house, and)

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Yeah, I'm in a real-life movie, so this is take three
When Luda step foot out in Phoenix, A-Z
Superbowl super hoes, rappers on stroll
So I put the call in to Willy Northpole

[Willy Northpole] + (Ludacris)
Woo, big homie I got ya, stick to you like a cactus
Walk up to the 'burbs city Chris take off your jacket
I know you kinda used to big booties in the club
But ain't nothin wrong to have a lil' sauce in your blood
I see a couple thugs with some bitch tendencies
My town, but I still got Phoenix enemies (yup)
Haters wanna stop 'em and I really wanna pop 'em
But it's hard to fight back when you got an album droppin (connects)
We in South Phoenix, niggaz Africa bang
Matter fact, Chris, tuck in your Africa chain (what?)
Cause I see some niggaz starin at us with a lame frown
I'ma call up the homies (it's about to go DOWN)

[Chorus: Ludacris] + (Willy Northpole)
Keep one eye open cause the streets don't sleep
(If the streets get hungry then the streets gon' eat)
That's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds, nigga
(Call up the homies, it's about to go down)
Call up the homies, it's about to go down?
(Yeah, call up the homies, it's about to go down)
Yeah that's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds
Nigga call up the homies, it's about to go DOWN

[Chorus: Ludacris] + (The Game)
Keep one eye open cause the streets don't sleep
(If the streets get hungry then the streets gon' eat)
That's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds, nigga
(Call up the homies, it's about to go down)
Call up the homies, it's about to go down?
(Yeah, call up the homies, it's about to go down)
Yeah that's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds
Nigga call up the homies, it's about to go DOWN

[The Game] + (Ludacris)
Somebody tell Luda I'm on the way now (aight)
Just stepped one size 12 Air Force One in the A-Town (ha ha ha)
And you know where I'm headed
To the Lennox Mall to get it done head to toe NWA style (do it)
Keep it gangsta from the waist down
And this chrome trey-pound got me feelin Atlanta +Brave+ now (right)
Disturbin' Tha Peace, I'll let the lead spray
I'm startin to love this place, they even got Red Clay (okay)
Hit a different strip club e'ry day (yeah)
And I don't make it rain, it's a hurricane on the way (ha ha ha)
And I got the A-Town pump
It'll make your whole body do the A-Town stomp (woo!)
Then it's off to the Waffle House
And pancake mix ain't the only thing comin out her mouth
And her 42 D's comin out her blouse
Her baby daddy comin in (Game, get out the house, and)

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Yeah, I'm in a real-life movie, so this is take three
When Luda step foot out in Phoenix, A-Z
Superbowl super hoes, rappers on stroll
So I put the call in to Willy Northpole

[Willy Northpole] + (Ludacris)
Woo, big homie I got ya, stick to you like a cactus
Walk up to the 'burbs city Chris take off your jacket
I know you kinda used to big booties in the club
But ain't nothin wrong to have a lil' sauce in your blood
I see a couple thugs with some bitch tendencies
My town, but I still got Phoenix enemies (yup)
Haters wanna stop 'em and I really wanna pop 'em
But it's hard to fight back when you got an album droppin (connects)
We in South Phoenix, niggaz Africa bang
Matter fact, Chris, tuck in your Africa chain (what?)
Cause I see some niggaz starin at us with a lame frown
I'ma call up the homies (it's about to go DOWN)

[Chorus: Ludacris] + (Willy Northpole)
Keep one eye open cause the streets don't sleep
(If the streets get hungry then the streets gon' eat)
That's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds, nigga
(Call up the homies, it's about to go down)
Call up the homies, it's about to go down?
(Yeah, call up the homies, it's about to go down)
Yeah that's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds
Nigga call up the homies, it's about to go DOWN

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Southern Gangsta [Co-Starring Rick Ross, Playaz Circle And Ving Rhames]

Ludacris

4:34

[Intro: Ving Rhames]
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 The 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 "True"
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 strippers
(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?
Well, anything's possible, in the +Theater of the Mind+

[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 "True"
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 strippers
(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?
Well, anything's possible, in the +Theater of the Mind+

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Everybody Hates Chris [Co-Starring Chris Rock]

Ludacris

4:54

{*audience cracks up and applauds*}

[Chris Rock - Intro]
2010, that's right, we in the future
Atlanta, Georgia
MILLIONS of albums sold, MILLIONS of moneys rolled
I see why +Everybody Hates Chris+ - YA LIGHT-SKINNED BIATCH!!

(SING ALONG WITH MEEEEEE...) {Cannon...}

[Chorus]
Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!)
Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!)
Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!)
Yeah, I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+
Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!)
Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!)
Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!)
Yeah, I guess that's why +Everybody Hates 'Cris+

[Ludacris - Verse 1ne]
Hey! Okay now, this is for the Gs' and this is for the hustlers
This is for the diamonds and the WATCH all clustered
spread 'em like mustard (yep!), canary yellow
Now women in my face like "HELLO?" (Waddup?)
Yea, I'm sort of a big deal (deal)
These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel (wheel)
This five course dinner is sort of a big meal (meal)
This Bentley GT can make Luda disappear
faster than David COPPERFIELD, mutha-FUCKA!
...Hahaha
I'm talkin five star tellys, and Penthouse Suites
Yea, I'm just a +Playboy+ between +Penthouse+ sheets (okay!)
Hit the club and go and party with some Penthouse freaks (say what?)
Party with Britney, Lindsay and Paris together
Get in line and buyin bottles that's taller than Chris Webber
And makin haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers
'cause my ice gives 'em cold as if they under the weather (cool!)
but my women keep me warmer than a POLO sweater - they better
(I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+)

[Chorus]

[Ludacris - Verse 2wo]
Hey, now I stay fresh to death draped in gangsta fits (okay)
Over twelve million sold, I drop gangsta hits (yes sir!)
Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips
You would swear I'm 'bout to get into some gangsta shit
Oh no! Here comes trouble, my vision is skewed
I can only see in doubles, two models, two bottles
that'll pop like bubbles, and when I get home {Two...one...zero..}
the girls' tops lift off like air space shuttles {Liftoff (*rocket flies*)}
(And I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+)
It's sixty seconds 'til BLAST off!
My car got a face lift and took its mask off
Tint so dark it look like I took the glass off
The body was white for eight weeks
befo' I finally decided to take its cast off (whoo!)
Now it's blacker than a bottomless pit
You talk shit you'll end up, wit bottomless lip (BLAOW!)
I hit a nigga so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit (BLAOW!)
Then I be wit Bobby V. on that +Anonymous+ shit - ya hear me?
(And I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+)

[Chorus]

[Ludacris - Verse 3hree]
Hey... (Let's go!)
I go for BROKE like TLC
The hottest nigga on the mic - yeah, I believe that's me (Me, bay-bay!)
Now all the ladies wanna give a lil' T.L.C. (C'mon, girl)
'cause Luda was set for LIFE after three LPs' (Ching!) - Yep!
Still countin, still climbin the charts
and rappers still talkin shit like they was rhymin in farts (Waddup?)
I cross the finish line twice, they still tryin to start (Nope!)
But my infrared beam will make 'em shine in the dark (BLAOW!)
(And I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+)

[Chorus]

[Chris Rock - Outro]
I never did like this motherfucker..
The only rapper that, goes to the airport without a gun in his bag {*audience laughs*}
WHAT THE FUCK?? You tryin to stay outta jail?
How DARE you?! {*audience laughs*}
He got six albums, what you tryin to fill up an iPod, nigga?! {*audience laughs*}
Ludacris, onstage at the Oscars
GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!
That nigga onstage at the Oscars
I don't like it, I don't like it one motherfuckin bit
Taking parts, from good actors {*audience laughs*}
This motherfucker can't act
Ah, "Hustle & Flow" - NIGGA, YOU +PLAYED+ YOURSELF!
{*audience cracks up and applauds*}
Nigga...How DARE you?!
{*appluads continues 'til the end of the song*}

{*audience cracks up and applauds*}

[Chris Rock - Intro]
2010, that's right, we in the future
Atlanta, Georgia
MILLIONS of albums sold, MILLIONS of moneys rolled
I see why +Everybody Hates Chris+ - YA LIGHT-SKINNED BIATCH!!

(SING ALONG WITH MEEEEEE...) {Cannon...}

[Chorus]
Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!)
Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!)
Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!)
Yeah, I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+
Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!)
Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!)
Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!)
Yeah, I guess that's why +Everybody Hates 'Cris+

[Ludacris - Verse 1ne]
Hey! Okay now, this is for the Gs' and this is for the hustlers
This is for the diamonds and the WATCH all clustered
spread 'em like mustard (yep!), canary yellow
Now women in my face like "HELLO?" (Waddup?)
Yea, I'm sort of a big deal (deal)
These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel (wheel)
This five course dinner is sort of a big meal (meal)
This Bentley GT can make Luda disappear 
faster than David COPPERFIELD, mutha-FUCKA!
...Hahaha
I'm talkin five star tellys, and Penthouse Suites
Yea, I'm just a +Playboy+ between +Penthouse+ sheets (okay!)
Hit the club and go and party with some Penthouse freaks (say what?)
Party with Britney, Lindsay and Paris together 
Get in line and buyin bottles that's taller than Chris Webber
And makin haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers
'cause my ice gives 'em cold as if they under the weather (cool!)
but my women keep me warmer than a POLO sweater - they better
(I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+)

[Chorus]

[Ludacris - Verse 2wo]
Hey, now I stay fresh to death draped in gangsta fits (okay)
Over twelve million sold, I drop gangsta hits (yes sir!)
Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips
You would swear I'm 'bout to get into some gangsta shit
Oh no! Here comes trouble, my vision is skewed
I can only see in doubles, two models, two bottles 
that'll pop like bubbles, and when I get home      {Two...one...zero..}
the girls' tops lift off like air space shuttles   {Liftoff (*rocket flies*)}
(And I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+)
It's sixty seconds 'til BLAST off!
My car got a face lift and took its mask off
Tint so dark it look like I took the glass off
The body was white for eight weeks
befo' I finally decided to take its cast off (whoo!)
Now it's blacker than a bottomless pit
You talk shit you'll end up, wit bottomless lip (BLAOW!)
I hit a nigga so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit (BLAOW!)
Then I be wit Bobby V. on that +Anonymous+ shit - ya hear me?
(And I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+)

[Chorus]

[Ludacris - Verse 3hree]
Hey... (Let's go!) 
I go for BROKE like TLC
The hottest nigga on the mic - yeah, I believe that's me (Me, bay-bay!)
Now all the ladies wanna give a lil' T.L.C. (C'mon, girl)
'cause Luda was set for LIFE after three LPs' (Ching!) - Yep!
Still countin, still climbin the charts
and rappers still talkin shit like they was rhymin in farts (Waddup?)
I cross the finish line twice, they still tryin to start (Nope!)
But my infrared beam will make 'em shine in the dark (BLAOW!)
(And I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+)

[Chorus]

[Chris Rock - Outro]
I never did like this motherfucker..
The only rapper that, goes to the airport without a gun in his bag {*audience laughs*}
WHAT THE FUCK?? You tryin to stay outta jail?
How DARE you?! {*audience laughs*}
He got six albums, what you tryin to fill up an iPod, nigga?! {*audience laughs*}
Ludacris, onstage at the Oscars
GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!
That nigga onstage at the Oscars
I don't like it, I don't like it one motherfuckin bit
Taking parts, from good actors {*audience laughs*}
This motherfucker can't act
Ah, "Hustle & Flow" - NIGGA, YOU +PLAYED+ YOURSELF!
{*audience cracks up and applauds*}
Nigga...How DARE you?!
{*appluads continues 'til the end of the song*}

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What Them Girls Like [Co-Starring Chris Brown And Sean Garrett]

Ludacris

4:02

[Ludacris] (Chris Brown)
Luda!(Yep)
S.G.!
Chris Breezy (It's Meeeee)

[Refrain]
[Chris Brown]
OH OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH OH OH OH
OH OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH OH OH OH
(Darkchild)
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

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills
And it's me they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Chris Brown]
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

[Sean Garrett](Ludacris)
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills (HAHAHA!)
And it's me they wanna kill (LUDA!)
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Verse 1]
[Ludacris]
Relax & take notes,
While I'm put you up on game
Get a sweeter connect, then if i put you up on cane,
But you should grab yourself a seat and a Whisky Double,
Because the girls of the world ain't nothin but trouble,

They like a little danger and 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 THATS OVERFLOWIN WITH SWAG!
AND KEEPS HIS WOMEN ALL DRAPED IN NEW LOUIS VUITTON BAGS!
With Louis Vuitton pumps, look at her walk to 'em,
I like open toe straps, but SG talk to em!

[Sean Garrett}
I gotta whole buncha girls I'm tryna bring by their kryptonite,
Betta wear your cake, cause they bringin that kryptonite,

[Chris Brown]
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

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills
And it's me they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Chris Brown]
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
(Ludacris) I KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE BABY!

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills
And it's me they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Ludacris]
Yea, we gonna take this to verse 2,

Now some of em wanna family, a sense of security,
Neckless, bracelets and all other types of jewelery,
So, shop till you drop, or till it makes you psychotic,
Heres a triple Black Card, it aint 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 whose 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 whats on your mind,
And I got plenty more to learn if you'z invested in me,
They dont 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,
Cuz in the end, ALL THE GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN!

[Chris Brown]
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

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills
And it's me they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like
(Ludacris) I know what you feel YESSSS!!!

[Chris Brown]
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

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills
And it's me they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Ludacris]
They wanna talk to ya, so SHUT UP AND LISTEN!
if you cant take the heat, THEN GET THE F**K OUT THE KITCHEN!
Cuz a ride or die man for his ride or die chick,
Gets that ride or die pudding for that ride or die SHIT!
I say,
They wanna talk to ya, so SHUT UP AND LISTEN!
So if you cant take the heat, THEN GET THE F**K OUT THE KITCHEN!
Cuz a ride or die man for his ride or die chick,
Gets that ride or die pudding for that ride or die SHIT!

[Chris Brown]
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

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills
And it's me they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like
(Luda) Hahaha, YEAH! WHOO!
They wanna go ON VACATION! I KNOW IT!
Lets Go!

[Chris Brown]
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

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills
And it's me they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

(Luda) Yes! They want what they can!

[Outro]

[Chris Brown]
OH OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH OH OH OH
OH OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH OH OH OH

[Luda]
Women,
I love y'all, theres not enough time.
Believe dat, and if your man dont 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,
Hahaha,
LUDA!
Chris Breezy, this too eazy,
SG what up!
Hahaha.

[Ludacris] (Chris Brown) 
Luda!(Yep) 
S.G.! 
Chris Breezy (It's Meeeee) 
 
[Refrain] 
[Chris Brown] 
OH OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH OH OH OH 
OH OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH OH OH OH 
(Darkchild) 
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 
 
[Sean Garrett] 
I know what they feel 
Cause I'm breathin on the hills 
And it's me they wanna kill 
Cause I give her what them girls like 
 
[Chris Brown] 
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 
 
[Sean Garrett](Ludacris) 
I know what they feel 
Cause I'm breathin on the hills (HAHAHA!) 
And it's me they wanna kill (LUDA!) 
Cause I give her what them girls like 
 
[Verse 1] 
[Ludacris] 
Relax & take notes, 
While I'm put you up on game 
Get a sweeter connect, then if i put you up on cane, 
But you should grab yourself a seat and a Whisky Double, 
Because the girls of the world ain't nothin but trouble, 
 
They like a little danger and 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 THATS OVERFLOWIN WITH SWAG! 
AND KEEPS HIS WOMEN ALL DRAPED IN NEW LOUIS VUITTON BAGS! 
With Louis Vuitton pumps, look at her walk to 'em, 
I like open toe straps, but SG talk to em! 
 
[Sean Garrett} 
I gotta whole buncha girls I'm tryna bring by their kryptonite, 
Betta wear your cake, cause they bringin that kryptonite, 
 
[Chris Brown] 
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 
 
[Sean Garrett] 
I know what they feel 
Cause I'm breathin on the hills 
And it's me they wanna kill 
Cause I give her what them girls like 
 
[Chris Brown] 
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 
(Ludacris) I KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE BABY! 
 
[Sean Garrett] 
I know what they feel 
Cause I'm breathin on the hills 
And it's me they wanna kill 
Cause I give her what them girls like 
 
[Ludacris] 
Yea, we gonna take this to verse 2, 
 
Now some of em wanna family, a sense of security, 
Neckless, bracelets and all other types of jewelery, 
So, shop till you drop, or till it makes you psychotic, 
Heres a triple Black Card, it aint 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 whose 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 whats on your mind, 
And I got plenty more to learn if you'z invested in me, 
They dont 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, 
Cuz in the end, ALL THE GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN! 
 
[Chris Brown] 
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 
 
[Sean Garrett] 
I know what they feel 
Cause I'm breathin on the hills 
And it's me they wanna kill 
Cause I give her what them girls like 
(Ludacris) I know what you feel YESSSS!!! 
 
[Chris Brown] 
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 
 
[Sean Garrett] 
I know what they feel 
Cause I'm breathin on the hills 
And it's me they wanna kill 
Cause I give her what them girls like 
 
[Ludacris] 
They wanna talk to ya, so SHUT UP AND LISTEN! 
if you cant take the heat, THEN GET THE F**K OUT THE KITCHEN! 
Cuz a ride or die man for his ride or die chick, 
Gets that ride or die pudding for that ride or die SHIT! 
I say, 
They wanna talk to ya, so SHUT UP AND LISTEN! 
So if you cant take the heat, THEN GET THE F**K OUT THE KITCHEN! 
Cuz a ride or die man for his ride or die chick, 
Gets that ride or die pudding for that ride or die SHIT! 
 
[Chris Brown] 
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 
 
[Sean Garrett] 
I know what they feel 
Cause I'm breathin on the hills 
And it's me they wanna kill 
Cause I give her what them girls like 
(Luda) Hahaha, YEAH! WHOO! 
They wanna go ON VACATION! I KNOW IT! 
Lets Go! 
 
[Chris Brown] 
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 
 
[Sean Garrett] 
I know what they feel 
Cause I'm breathin on the hills 
And it's me they wanna kill 
Cause I give her what them girls like 
 
(Luda) Yes! They want what they can! 
 
[Outro] 
 
[Chris Brown] 
OH OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH OH OH OH 
OH OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH OH OH OH 
 
[Luda] 
Women, 
I love y'all, theres not enough time. 
Believe dat, and if your man dont 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, 
Hahaha, 
LUDA! 
Chris Breezy, this too eazy, 
SG what up! 
Hahaha.

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Nasty Girl [Co-Starring Plies]

Ludacris

4:32

[Ludacris]
A lady in the street but a freak in the bed
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed...
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed

See she makes her own money, pays her own bills
Always stays fly, keeps it so real
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl
She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass
Walks so proper, talks with such class
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl

Yeah, I met this girl named Keisha, she was so sweet (yup)
Nails stay manicured, pretty little feet (woo!)
Shoes so sexy, body so hot
Hair lookin like she just came from the shop
Legs so smooth, clothes so tight
Style so sexy, makeup just right
Never too much, never too little
Black lace bra, Vickie Secrets in the middle
Eyes so innocent, smile so bright
Works in the mornin but she'll party all night
All for her man, all cause she bout it
All cause she crazy in love and don't doubt it
Product of her birthplace, know about the streets
Clean in the workplace, dirty in the sheets
Keeps her own toaster, makes her own bread
Lady in the STREET but a freak in the bed, cause

See she makes her own money, pays her own bills
Always stays fly, keeps it so real
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl
She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass
Walks so proper, talks with such class
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl

[Plies]
Okay, okay, haha
I got a college girl who go to church e'ry Sunday
Had her sneak out of choir rehearsal to put it on me
But she's so innocent, when she ridin, mami
One thing about her, she get her own money
Gave it to her yesterday while she was doin laundry
Favorite chore of mine, it's my lil' bunny
Bowl-legged and classy, such a real woman
Sex all night, go to work e'ry mornin
Text me from work and told me she was horny
Text her back and told her, "Me too mami"
When you get off work, daddy gon' punish
You my nasty girl forever I promise

[Ludacris]
See she makes her own money, pays her own bills
Always stays fly, keeps it so real
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl
She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass
Walks so proper, talks with such class
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl

I got a doctor girlfriend that tells me, "Come home soon!"
She plays like my house is her emergency room
Tells me to undress and to lay on the sofa
Checks all my vitals like a doc's supposed ta
All white coat, all white heels
And nothin underneath so it's an all night deal
I'm her number one patient and delighted to be
And when she needs her medicine I give her vitamin D
But wait! I got a lawyer girl that's so wild
And every single night she wanna take me to trial
Said she needs some evidence, and to show her the PROOF
So I put her on the stand and I give her the truth!
Cause I'm hung like a jury (jury)
Judge Luda preside over your body and I'm never in a hurry
You may proceed, let the games begin
And if I call a mistrial we gotta do it again

See she makes her own money, pays her own bills
Always stays fly, keeps it so real
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl
She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass
Walks so proper, talks with such class
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl

[Ludacris]
A lady in the street but a freak in the bed
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed...
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed

See she makes her own money, pays her own bills
Always stays fly, keeps it so real
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl
She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass
Walks so proper, talks with such class
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl

Yeah, I met this girl named Keisha, she was so sweet (yup)
Nails stay manicured, pretty little feet (woo!)
Shoes so sexy, body so hot
Hair lookin like she just came from the shop
Legs so smooth, clothes so tight
Style so sexy, makeup just right
Never too much, never too little
Black lace bra, Vickie Secrets in the middle
Eyes so innocent, smile so bright
Works in the mornin but she'll party all night
All for her man, all cause she bout it
All cause she crazy in love and don't doubt it
Product of her birthplace, know about the streets
Clean in the workplace, dirty in the sheets
Keeps her own toaster, makes her own bread
Lady in the STREET but a freak in the bed, cause

[Plies]
Okay, okay, haha
I got a college girl who go to church e'ry Sunday
Had her sneak out of choir rehearsal to put it on me
But she's so innocent, when she ridin, mami
One thing about her, she get her own money
Gave it to her yesterday while she was doin laundry
Favorite chore of mine, it's my lil' bunny
Bowl-legged and classy, such a real woman
Sex all night, go to work e'ry mornin
Text me from work and told me she was horny
Text her back and told her, "Me too mami"
When you get off work, daddy gon' punish
You my nasty girl forever I promise

[Ludacris]
See she makes her own money, pays her own bills
Always stays fly, keeps it so real
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl
She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass
Walks so proper, talks with such class
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl

I got a doctor girlfriend that tells me, "Come home soon!"
She plays like my house is her emergency room
Tells me to undress and to lay on the sofa
Checks all my vitals like a doc's supposed ta
All white coat, all white heels
And nothin underneath so it's an all night deal
I'm her number one patient and delighted to be
And when she needs her medicine I give her vitamin D
But wait! I got a lawyer girl that's so wild
And every single night she wanna take me to trial
Said she needs some evidence, and to show her the PROOF
So I put her on the stand and I give her the truth!
Cause I'm hung like a jury (jury)
Judge Luda preside over your body and I'm never in a hurry
You may proceed, let the games begin
And if I call a mistrial we gotta do it again

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10.

Contagious [Co-Starring Jamie Foxx]

Ludacris

4:45

[Ludacris]
Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, ahhhh

[Chorus: Jamie Foxx]
Sim-p-ly marvelous
(That's what you are, that's what you are, that's what you are)
More than outrageous (ooh ooh)
That's what you are
Beyond incredible, yeah yeah
(That's what you are, that's what you are, that's what you are)
Now that's contagious (ooh ooh)
Ooooh that's what you are (hey)

[Ludacris]
Luda! I must admit that you are truly somethin special
So hop up in my vessel, let's wrestle like I'm The Rock (Rock)
Deep in your ocean I'ma find your buried treasure
So hop up on the dresser, throw your legs up to the top (top)
Stretch it out like calisthenics
Bet it that Luda wet it and get it and have somebody call the medic (medic!)
My head is in the right direction
My quarter's in your jukebox, girl you are my #1 selection
I play you over and over, put your head on my shoulder
Slide down and give me head in the Rover (Rover)
And I'm a soldier, see it ain't no limits to the things we could do
And I made this record for you
So that we could break it down to the nitty-gritty one time
And when it comes to the sexin I get busy with mine
So you get busy with yours, I guess we destined to see
Baby girl, you are destined to be

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Yeah, uhh
Uh, so supernatural, wonderful and miraculous
You got me buggin off yo' attractiveness like WHOA (whoa)
So precise, so fine in yo' position
that my unanimous decision is to never say no (no)
You got me strung like a guitar
Playin the sweetest melody is definitely heavenly by far (far)
Further than the moon - and I never fake it
but I take it when you get naked cause your body's like BOOM! (boom!)
How could I resist it? I'll be there in an instant
When you call like tornadoes you got me twisted
I know you missed it, so I'ma give it good
You'll go ballistic, because I give it hood
Just like a nigga would, and like a nigga should
If you hear screamin then Luda's up yo' neighborhood
Good gracious, yeah I do it right
And all night, you are

[Chorus]

[Jamie Foxx]
Yeah, it's courageous how you drop the phone and rush over
Crazy how you make me high when I'm sober
Just when I thought, I've seen it all
You put it down on meeeee
It's contagious how your lips make me lose composure
Addicted to the kisses, your blow got me swoll up
There's only one, my champion
That's what you are to meeee, yeah
Ooooooh yeah

[Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs

[Ludacris]
Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, ahhhh

[Chorus: Jamie Foxx]
Sim-p-ly marvelous
(That's what you are, that's what you are, that's what you are)
More than outrageous (ooh ooh)
That's what you are
Beyond incredible, yeah yeah
(That's what you are, that's what you are, that's what you are)
Now that's contagious (ooh ooh)
Ooooh that's what you are (hey)

[Ludacris]
Luda! I must admit that you are truly somethin special
So hop up in my vessel, let's wrestle like I'm The Rock (Rock)
Deep in your ocean I'ma find your buried treasure
So hop up on the dresser, throw your legs up to the top (top)
Stretch it out like calisthenics
Bet it that Luda wet it and get it and have somebody call the medic (medic!)
My head is in the right direction
My quarter's in your jukebox, girl you are my #1 selection
I play you over and over, put your head on my shoulder
Slide down and give me head in the Rover (Rover)
And I'm a soldier, see it ain't no limits to the things we could do
And I made this record for you
So that we could break it down to the nitty-gritty one time
And when it comes to the sexin I get busy with mine
So you get busy with yours, I guess we destined to see
Baby girl, you are destined to be

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Yeah, uhh
Uh, so supernatural, wonderful and miraculous
You got me buggin off yo' attractiveness like WHOA (whoa)
So precise, so fine in yo' position
that my unanimous decision is to never say no (no)
You got me strung like a guitar
Playin the sweetest melody is definitely heavenly by far (far)
Further than the moon - and I never fake it
but I take it when you get naked cause your body's like BOOM! (boom!)
How could I resist it? I'll be there in an instant
When you call like tornadoes you got me twisted
I know you missed it, so I'ma give it good
You'll go ballistic, because I give it hood
Just like a nigga would, and like a nigga should
If you hear screamin then Luda's up yo' neighborhood
Good gracious, yeah I do it right
And all night, you are

[Chorus]

[Jamie Foxx]
Yeah, it's courageous how you drop the phone and rush over
Crazy how you make me high when I'm sober
Just when I thought, I've seen it all
You put it down on meeeee
It's contagious how your lips make me lose composure
Addicted to the kisses, your blow got me swoll up
There's only one, my champion
That's what you are to meeee, yeah
Ooooooh yeah

[Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs

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11.

Last Of A Dying Breed [Co-Starring Lil Wayne]

Ludacris

4:10

[Ludacris]
(Aowwww!) Luda!
I done killed so many niggaz in the booth
I sell rappers on eBay (hey!)
Cause every one of my verses been instant like replays (hey!)
Speakers get blown like candles on yo' B-day (hey!)
Cause Luda's catalog got mo' records than the DJ (woo!)
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 (woo!)
So how can I advance if you don't give me no opponents? (yeah)
How can you see the future if you livin for the moment? (yeah)
Hip-Hop couldn't die, I never offer my condolence
But I'll offer y'all a day of atonement - cause
[Chorus One: Ludacris] {w/ scratches by DJ Jaycee}
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"" ?Rakim*}
Say it with me {*""MC means move the crowd"" - Rakim*}
Say it with me! {*""MC means move the crowd"" - Rakim*}
{*scratches: ""M-MC means move, means move... m-move... move the crowd""*}
[Lil Wayne]
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 surprise 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!
[Chorus Two: Lil Wayne, Ludacris] {w/ scratches by DJ Jaycee}
[W] I'm a lyricist to the death and I got what you need
[W] Weezy F, the last of a dyin breed
[W] And we almost extinct, so I'm sayin it loud
[L] Say it with me {*""MC means move the crowd"" ?Rakim*}
[L] Say it with me {*""MC means move the crowd"" - Rakim*}
[L] Say it with me! {*""MC means move the crowd"" - Rakim*}
{*scratches: ""M-MC means move, means move... m-move... move the crowd""*}
[Ludacris]
(Aowwwww!) They say O'Reilly don't like him (nope)
Oprah won't invite him (nope)
The president denounced him (yeah) 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 (woo!)
But this is my art (art) this is my music (hey!)
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 (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 (hey!)
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
[Chorus One]

[Ludacris]
(Aowwww!) Luda!
I done killed so many niggaz in the booth 
I sell rappers on eBay (hey!)
Cause every one of my verses been instant like replays (hey!)
Speakers get blown like candles on yo' B-day (hey!)
Cause Luda's catalog got mo' records than the DJ (woo!)
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 (woo!)
So how can I advance if you don't give me no opponents? (yeah)
How can you see the future if you livin for the moment? (yeah)
Hip-Hop couldn't die, I never offer my condolence
But I'll offer y'all a day of atonement - cause
[Chorus One: Ludacris] {w/ scratches by DJ Jaycee}
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"" ?Rakim*}
Say it with me {*""MC means move the crowd"" - Rakim*}
Say it with me! {*""MC means move the crowd"" - Rakim*}
{*scratches: ""M-MC means move, means move... m-move... move the crowd""*}
[Lil Wayne]
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 surprise 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!
[Chorus Two: Lil Wayne, Ludacris] {w/ scratches by DJ Jaycee}
[W] I'm a lyricist to the death and I got what you need
[W] Weezy F, the last of a dyin breed
[W] And we almost extinct, so I'm sayin it loud
[L] Say it with me {*""MC means move the crowd"" ?Rakim*}
[L] Say it with me {*""MC means move the crowd"" - Rakim*}
[L] Say it with me! {*""MC means move the crowd"" - Rakim*}
{*scratches: ""M-MC means move, means move... m-move... move the crowd""*}
[Ludacris]
(Aowwwww!) They say O'Reilly don't like him (nope)
Oprah won't invite him (nope)
The president denounced him (yeah) 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 (woo!)
But this is my art (art) this is my music (hey!)
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 (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 (hey!)
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
[Chorus One]

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12.

Mvp

Ludacris

3:50

[INTRO:]
I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit

[CHORUS:]
Here I am, yep, I'm I'm I'm I I'm the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I'm the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I'm the m-m-man...word
DTP's about that bomb shit

[VERSE 1:]
When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blaast,
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 snaek dissin' niggas, throwin' little jabs like Bam-Bam,
And I'm a bad man,
They amatures 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 Prombolon,
And the chrome is home, so I'm never home alone,
And only keep friends with 2-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

[CHORUS]:
Here I am, yep, I'm I'm I'm I I'm the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I'm the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I'm the m-m-man...word
DTP's about that bomb shit

[Verse 2:]
Still hungry as the day I began
I heat the booth up so much the engineer caught a muthaf**kin' tan,
I'm the truth, when it comes to it,
I hold Hip Hop for hostage, since 2000 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, Hennesy 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 everytime 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

[CHORUS:]
Here I am, yep, I'm I'm I'm I I'm the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I'm the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I'm the m-m-man...word
DTP's about that bomb shit

[Verse 3:]
8 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 ate 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

[CHORUS:]
Here I am, yep, I'm I'm I'm I I'm the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I'm the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I'm the m-m-man...word
DTP's about that bomb shit

[INTRO:]
I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit

[CHORUS:]
Here I am, yep, I'm I'm I'm I I'm the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I'm the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I'm the m-m-man...word
DTP's about that bomb shit

[VERSE 1:]
When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blaast,
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 snaek dissin' niggas, throwin' little jabs like Bam-Bam,
And I'm a bad man,
They amatures 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 Prombolon,
And the chrome is home, so I'm never home alone,
And only keep friends with 2-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

[CHORUS]:
Here I am, yep, I'm I'm I'm I I'm the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I'm the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I'm the m-m-man...word
DTP's about that bomb shit

[Verse 2:]
Still hungry as the day I began
I heat the booth up so much the engineer caught a muthaf**kin' tan,
I'm the truth, when it comes to it,
I hold Hip Hop for hostage, since 2000 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, Hennesy 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 everytime 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

[CHORUS:]
Here I am, yep, I'm I'm I'm I I'm the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I'm the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I'm the m-m-man...word
DTP's about that bomb shit

[Verse 3:]
8 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 ate 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

[CHORUS:]
Here I am, yep, I'm I'm I'm I I'm the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I'm the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I'm the m-m-man...word
DTP's about that bomb shit

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13.

I Do It For Hip Hop [Co-Starring Nas And Jay-Z]

Ludacris

5:22

[Ludacris]
Now this is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion
It's my daily devotion that verses stay deeper then the ocean
So hip hop you owe me a promotion
Yea I do a little boastin' and braggin'
Whats 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' 'em out
Where they firin' these pink slips I'm handin' 'em out
Cause this is Theater of the Mind
Consider it 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. Funk 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 DJs, I 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!

I don’t do 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 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 niggas who really know me who I talk with
They smile in the light, hate in the dark
You call it beef to me it's just a fuckin’ walk in the park
Because you are who you are when nobody's lookin'
That's who you are so when the cash and the 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 a hive full of predators
Twenty thousands different species of bees
Some have poisonous sting, some just pollinate leafs
Like rap, some just buzz some will attack
Compromise 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]
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
[Nas]
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
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
To pass the time while I was gettin’ it in
Just so happens I’m so illegal with the pen they ain’t want me doing anything illegal again
I lost a lot of dogs to these streets
I got Grammy awards on these beats
Thank God for Cool Herc
Without this shit I probably woulda got murked
Shout outs to Grandmaster Flash and the cash
And even Jaz bum ass
Hip hop helped me wash my rocks
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 woulda 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]
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
[All]
I do it for hip-hop

[Ludacris]
I don’t do 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 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

I don’t do 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 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 niggas who really know me who I talk with
They smile in the light, hate in the dark
You call it beef to me it's just a fuckin’ walk in the park
Because you are who you are when nobody's lookin'
That's who you are so when the cash and the 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 a hive full of predators
Twenty thousands different species of bees
Some have poisonous sting, some just pollinate leafs
Like rap, some just buzz some will attack
Compromise 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]
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
[Nas]
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
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
To pass the time while I was gettin’ it in
Just so happens I’m so illegal with the pen they ain’t want me doing anything illegal again
I lost a lot of dogs to these streets
I got Grammy awards on these beats
Thank God for Cool Herc
Without this shit I probably woulda got murked
Shout outs to Grandmaster Flash and the cash
And even Jaz bum ass
Hip hop helped me wash my rocks
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 woulda 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]
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
[All]
I do it for hip-hop

[Ludacris]
I don’t do 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 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

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14.

Do The Right Thang [Co-Starring Common And Spike Lee]

Ludacris

5:11

Spike Lee
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hip-hop nation, this is Spizike Lee
Been sleepin for too long
Wake up, Wake up

Ludacris
Wake up!!! Wake up!!!
I see the sunshine gazing through the window pane (yeah)
Blazin like indo flame; it's to wake up come to yo' sense man
Snow is all around you, but you don't play in the winter games
Cartridges surround you, but you ain't playin Nintendo games
Load 'em up and fill 'em up, to the top before you cock and aim
Tryna get from the bottom to the top, like the stock exchange
Shower shit and shave and hit the corner for a block exchange
Amazing what my people'll do for some pocket change
But maybe this ain't the life that you chose (chose)
This is the life where you stay strapped and pack a knife or end up with a blooded nose
Street survivor or survivor of the streets (streets)
And only the strong survive, there's no survival for the weak (weak)
Catch a sneak peak of DEATH if you ain't on ya PS and ...
They carry banana clips and niggaz'll peel you for ya shoes
It's the blues, but not on hill street Hmm, you could call it, kill or be killed street
Lost a pint of blood, let it spill street
Stop and wake up
Wake Up!!

They say my folks'll do whatever for the fortune and the fame (fame)
And it'll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin
Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)
You say the only family that you got is in a gang (gang)
And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin
Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)

Common
I've been in this 'ere since we were drinkin beers
Years we've spent together, used to break up, get together, split a fight
Every night, gettin cheddar, movin white
Our thang, so we had to "Do it Right" like Spike
Holdin 40s, gettin green on acres, these broads were our mules
That's when we used to serve in front of Commonwealth School
Fuel for cars and jewels, chains and tools
It was organized crime but we remained confused
Mom in the pews, singin, Lord, protect 'em
You might not agree with our views, but you had to respect 'em
Diamonds in the rough, but were we reflectin' a system that's abrupt,
the streets, or no pressure one morning in the mirror
I seen my reflection a young man with good spirits, but needed direction
I guess my man's death, was my resurrection
'cause now I hear him sayin from heaven,
"Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up
Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up!

They say my folks'll do whatever for the fortune and the fame (fame)
And it'll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin
Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang
You say the only family that you got is in a gang (gang)
And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin
Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang

Ludacris
I, woke up this morning and got a call
My pot'nah said he had news about a girl named Baby Doll
She got fo' baby daddies - fo' kids by fo' different men
And she just found out she's pregnant, I said, No, not again
Man, when she gonna learn she don't wanna spend her life in court
Lookin for back payments and fightin for that child supports
Chasin checks, chasin her ounce of respect, chasin paper
Chasin entertainers or rappers and ball players
Not carin about a condom, I say, help her Lord, please (please)
'fore she stuck wit mo' babies or ends up fightin some disease
You know that you a momma and mommas, we cain't lose ya (no!)
Treat yourself better, you carry seeds to the future
And the future looks dim if we don't get ourselves together
We gotta sacrifice, some do whatever for the cheddar
So make the right decisions 'til you ready to give birth
And know that you the most precious gift we have on this earth
Babies, stop and wake up
Wake Up

They say my folks'll do whatever for the fortune and the fame
And it'll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin
Use your brain baby, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain baby, do the right thang
You say you want a family but it's hard without a mayne
And the only way to make it is to get him fo' his change, but I'm sayin
Use your brain baby, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain baby, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)

Spike Lee
Wake up, wake up
It's a new day!
C'mon brothers, wake up
C'mon sisters, wake up
ATL, wake up, wake up, baby
Chi-Town, wake up wake up
Brooklyn's in the house!
Wake up, Brooklyn!
Ludacris! Common Sense and me, Spike Lee

Ludacris
Always do the right thang
I got it, I'm gone

Spike Lee
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hip-hop nation, this is Spizike Lee
Been sleepin for too long
Wake up, Wake up

Ludacris
Wake up!!! Wake up!!!
I see the sunshine gazing through the window pane (yeah)
Blazin like indo flame; it's to wake up come to yo' sense man
Snow is all around you, but you don't play in the winter games
Cartridges surround you, but you ain't playin Nintendo games
Load 'em up and fill 'em up, to the top before you cock and aim
Tryna get from the bottom to the top, like the stock exchange
Shower shit and shave and hit the corner for a block exchange
Amazing what my people'll do for some pocket change
But maybe this ain't the life that you chose (chose)
This is the life where you stay strapped and pack a knife or end up with a blooded nose
Street survivor or survivor of the streets (streets)
And only the strong survive, there's no survival for the weak (weak)
Catch a sneak peak of DEATH if you ain't on ya PS and ...
They carry banana clips and niggaz'll peel you for ya shoes
It's the blues, but not on hill street Hmm, you could call it, kill or be killed street
Lost a pint of blood, let it spill street
Stop and wake up
Wake Up!!

They say my folks'll do whatever for the fortune and the fame (fame)
And it'll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin
Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)
You say the only family that you got is in a gang (gang)
And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin
Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)

Common
I've been in this 'ere since we were drinkin beers
Years we've spent together, used to break up, get together, split a fight
Every night, gettin cheddar, movin white
Our thang, so we had to "Do it Right" like Spike
Holdin 40s, gettin green on acres, these broads were our mules
That's when we used to serve in front of Commonwealth School
Fuel for cars and jewels, chains and tools
It was organized crime but we remained confused
Mom in the pews, singin, Lord, protect 'em
You might not agree with our views, but you had to respect 'em
Diamonds in the rough, but were we reflectin' a system that's abrupt,
the streets, or no pressure one morning in the mirror
I seen my reflection a young man with good spirits, but needed direction
I guess my man's death, was my resurrection
'cause now I hear him sayin from heaven,
"Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up
Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up!

They say my folks'll do whatever for the fortune and the fame (fame)
And it'll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin
Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang
You say the only family that you got is in a gang (gang)
And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin
Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang

Ludacris
I, woke up this morning and got a call
My pot'nah said he had news about a girl named Baby Doll
She got fo' baby daddies - fo' kids by fo' different men
And she just found out she's pregnant, I said, No, not again
Man, when she gonna learn she don't wanna spend her life in court
Lookin for back payments and fightin for that child supports
Chasin checks, chasin her ounce of respect, chasin paper
Chasin entertainers or rappers and ball players
Not carin about a condom, I say, help her Lord, please (please)
'fore she stuck wit mo' babies or ends up fightin some disease
You know that you a momma and mommas, we cain't lose ya (no!)
Treat yourself better, you carry seeds to the future
And the future looks dim if we don't get ourselves together
We gotta sacrifice, some do whatever for the cheddar
So make the right decisions 'til you ready to give birth
And know that you the most precious gift we have on this earth
Babies, stop and wake up
Wake Up

They say my folks'll do whatever for the fortune and the fame
And it'll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin
Use your brain baby, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain baby, do the right thang
You say you want a family but it's hard without a mayne
And the only way to make it is to get him fo' his change, but I'm sayin
Use your brain baby, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain baby, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em)

Spike Lee
Wake up, wake up
It's a new day!
C'mon brothers, wake up
C'mon sisters, wake up
ATL, wake up, wake up, baby
Chi-Town, wake up wake up
Brooklyn's in the house!
Wake up, Brooklyn!
Ludacris! Common Sense and me, Spike Lee

Ludacris
Always do the right thang
I got it, I'm gone

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RELEASES

:: 2009-01-15 :: Universal Music (DP-9980, 8808678238839)

[Disc 1]
1. Intro / 2. Undisputed [C-Starring Floyd "Money" Mayweather] / 3. Wish You Would [Co-Starring T.I.] / 4. One More Drink [Co-Starring T-Pain] / 5. Call Up The Homies [Co-Starring The Game And Willy Northpole] / 6. Southern Gangsta [Co-Starring Rick Ross, Playaz Circle And Ving Rhames] / 7. Everybody Hates Chris [Co-Starring Chris Rock] / 8. What Them Girls Like [Co-Starring Chris Brown And Sean Garrett] / 9. Nasty Girl [Co-Starring Plies] / 10. Contagious [Co-Starring Jamie Foxx] / 11. Last Of A Dying Breed [Co-Starring Lil Wayne] / 12. Mvp / 13. I Do It For Hip Hop [Co-Starring Nas And Jay-Z] / 14. Do The Right Thang [Co-Starring Common And Spike Lee]

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