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Yeh, ohh!
Check me out, look It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain Fo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the game (what up?) And last album, they don't like me to tell this Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!) That's what they tellin me, switch up your melody Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies So they can lock us up one at a time But true writers stay FREE in e'ry one of our lines And if you not feelin I'm the cream of the crop I'll KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top! Still you lookin at a man that's financially stable Only nigga gettin checks cut from four different labels That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as FUCK So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody It's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for meals And HEADS UP! Ludacris is almost out of his deal I'm over ten million sold, every album is CRACK And for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my BACK Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom Though I make big money, still handle small problems The ramblin at the mouth, I don't PLAY THAT SHIT I'm the best and I ain't really got SAY THAT SHIT! |
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How low can you go
How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go Luda She could go lower than i ever really thought she could Face down ass up The top of your booty jiggling out your jeans Baby pull your pants up I like it when i see you do it Better then i ever seen it done before A lot of women drop it to the ground But how low can you go Lower then your mama's ever seen it in her life time Never would've imagined did not even in her right mind Practice in front of that mirror Now you doing it on the dance floor Mad cause i can't get wit ya ya just show me how to dance I may not wanna get low so i post it up kinda like a playa do But if you come to the crib Then i might show you girls a thang or 2 Yea i think you a superstar wit a as like that you gotta blow Before you make it big Theres just 1 thing i gotta know How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go Go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose I be like Nick nac paddywac Oh where my kitty cat give a dog a bone How many licks does it takes till i get to the center and let a realer n gga take you home I could make me show stop Soon as you hear this flow pop From A T L A N T A and all the way down to your drop Put the needle on a record and i make her get lower than a Lamborghini And if she really gettin low then imma shoot a video and put it all on TV Cos i like that French vanilla and the caramel But when it comes to chocolate I know that very well Asian persuasion no discrimination I love how they seen to please us I wanna taste them butterican pican peanut buttercups like reeses pieces Cause i think you a superstar With a ass like that you gotta blow Before you make it big Well there just 1 thing i gotta know How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose Drop it hit it dump it split it Don't stop Put it on reverse just to rack it up Let me put some Luda in it Show me what you workin wit I'll show you some of this back row Yea you a superstar but theres 1 thing i gotta know though How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose |
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| 3:37 |
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[Ludacris]
[Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours [Ludacris] [Verse 1] I'm saying my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagger don't stop Her body won't quit So fool pipe down you ain't talkin bout shit My chick bad, tell me if you seen her She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena All white top, all white belt And all white jeans, body looking like milk No time for games, she's full grown My chick bad, tell your chick to go home [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours [Ludacris] [Verse 2] Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker She rides that dick and she handles her liquor She knock a bitch out, and fight Coming out swinging like Tiger Woods' wife Yeah, she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up there chests like pasties Couple girl friends and they all a little crazy Coming down the street like a parade, Macy's I fill her up, balloons Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons D'oh, but I aint talkin bout Homer Chick so bad the whole crew wanna bone her [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours [Nicki Minaj] [Verse 3] Now all these bitches wanna try and be my besty But I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi Trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty Running down a court I'm thuggin on them Lisa Lefty It's going down, basement Friday the 13th, guess who's playing Jason Tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy It's Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playing Freddy (My chick bad) Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe game crazy The mental Asylum looking for me You a rookie to me I'm in dat wam bam purple Lam damn bitch you been a fan [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad [Ludacris] [Outro] And when we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper |
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| 4:11 |
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"Everybody Drunk"
(feat. Shawnna) [Chorus:] Everybody with me drunk as fuck Break it down and roll it up Everybody with me drunk as fuck Break it down and roll it up [x4] [Ludacris:] Ok, Ok, Ok now everybody with me drunk as fuck Break it down and roll it up Everybody got they killaz with 'em Rep yo side and throw it up Po' it up and it's goin' down Light another blunt and it's goin' round Puff puff pass you can toast yo glass Later we'll screw and slow it up If you make it fast, I can make it last And I'm a nigga that's makin' cash 8 figures in the bank and I pull yo rank What you thank with ya hatin' ass Hehehehehe, you think you fly, I know you not Hehehehehe, you tote yo knife, I tote my glock Big body cadillac, women in the backseat, Speakers steady pumpin' as I pass these losers Yo car too small, why? cause I can't fit my women in a PT Cruiser Get ya cake up, get ya weight up way up to the top 'til u can't go further These snitches is after my riches and yes I smell bloody murder When I cock back with a drop dat can't block dat lock dat fools betta stop dat Otherwise you can pop back But after dumpin a round you'll be wonderin' where the cops at Where the cops at? cause I'm drunk as fuck Tell'em I'm far from sober Cause if the po po happen to pull me over I'm a just tell'em... [Chorus x4] [Shawnna:] Swisha after swisha, I blow dat official This one fo' my niggas and everybody witcha Pop another bottle, I'm a rep chicago With dem 22s on dat black on black gallardo, in da front door Gotta bottle of goose you know I'm finna get loose Get it buck, buck holla wassup To all my niggas in back and all my bitches in front put ya cups up Put ya drank in, put ya smoke in Put ya pop in, get ya roll in Do the OC, got me open Big diamonds, you jokin' And I don't know what I'm gone do But I'm gone so I'm thinkin' 'bout rollin' up One to the head like a real thoroughbread Know what I'm sayin' let me hit it Roll it, roll it up And I smoke it up Don't give a damn if I choke it up I broke it up and I toke it up Eyes hella red and my throat lit up I don't give up and I don't give in You don't get high nigga don't get in But won't yo friend cause he want my friend And I been on fire since I don't know when, I don't know when Now errbody with me pourin' up Errbody with me hold it up Errbody with me know, if I say so, It's gone be throwin' up [Chorus x2] |
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| 4:41 |
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"I Do It All Night"
[Ludacris] I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em say Oh [x4] Gimme some more I do it all night My whip is all white I don't have a couple drinks & I got a 'lil buzz so I'm feelin Alright But the night is just getting started Haters get disregarded Roll up them sweet creep creep Let's hit this street and get retarded I pop a bunch of bottles My bitch would be poppin' too Keep talkin out your face, She might be poppin you She might be pop blockin' droppin down to the floor with it Meanwhile all my dogs chasing paper thats right we go get it So get it right Kill the lights I'm feelin' like I might just pop a pill tonight 'Cause the feelin's right Pass me a Miller Light Shen grab that girl with that Coke bottle shape She's my type I take her home and do the do I know the Kamasutra think what I do to you Stick to you like superglue maybe even like a buble gum Don't sleep woman no matter how many times I come I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em say Oh [x4] Gimme some more [Shawnna] [Chorus] I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em cash Oh [x4] Gimme some more I do it all night And I ride'em long pads Maybe little crib could ask I'm gonna ask his shortie what that mouth Had Tell me if he's out of sight Tell me if he's slow and long Maybe ladies do give his turn get bub maybe you're wrong But I'm really gonna show you right Tell me where you wanna go tonight Anywhere anyplace I can see in your face you are the prototype Tellin'em like I'm so so hot So so feelin' like I'm so so right Please tell me why the jokes on fire I can't stop zoning & I don't Know why Beep Beep Get about my land Ya hoes can't do it like me If ya thinkin I'm 'bout the game Take a look of myou and 80 This is why I'm black on deck but don't get it twisted but strap on Deck The mad on deck the pack on deck And down there they keep a rack on deck And there's no chairs there's no we there's no hoover & there's no me There's they would dem mass MC and there's messin'dem caddie and There's on three No matter they say I'm gettin my break Gettin' my paper Get my cheque But anybody wanna try to ass up And gettin some heat [Ludacris] How many woman can I feed up in my caddillac So how I can see feelin' like I got cataract Some in the middle with ice say I get drunk And don't know how to act I don't know how to act [Shawnna] He don't know how to act And I don't know how to stop And I don't know how to quit Blowin' on in the trouble zone Now we need another field And I mean up out my man Now I mean up out my body So have do this all night 'Cause you're comin' with me shorty [Chorus] |
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| 5:31 |
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Welcome to my sex room
[Ludacris - Verse 1:] Welcome to my little sanctuary you've been looking so good all day and you really got a nigga pretty anxious baby better call your boss tell him that your daddy's home take a couple days off and take it off and leave nothing but your T-shirts and your panties on feeling high but I'm hung real low looking sorta like a tripod, so power down your cell phone and power up your iPod power down your inhibitions and power up your inner freak (yes... fuck) it's the only words that you finna speak its about to get real x-rated can you handle what I'm 'bout to do but enough about me let me think should I be worrying about if I can handle you damn right I'ma get that thing and I'ma put my name on it all night I'ma whip that thing, all state better put a claim on it I claim my territory, my tongue finna mark you up you could be my fire cracker, my tongue gon spark you up get ready for blast off, waterfalls gon splash off you might lose around 4 or 5 pounds so get ready to sweat your ass off [Trey Songz - Chorus:] Welcome to my sex room where your body meets my body its our private afterparty if you want it girl I got it in my sex room candles and a pole sets your body to your soul from the bed down to the floor, sex room mirrors in the head board, even got a camcord baby won't you dance in my sex room Welcome to my sex room where your body meets my body its a private afterparty if you want it girl I got it in my sex room [Ludacris - Verse 2] Let the candles burn, Imma turn these lights down and when your body gets hot, it'll get you licked up and iced down nipples hard as rocks, lips as soft as cotton your the apple of my eye, and I got you spoiled rotten I'mma get my video camera, lets make a movie baby you the star so as soon as I press record you got's to do me baby you can stare all in the mirror, take a pic at how good you looking Imma have your body smoking, take a look at what Luda's cooking my arm underneath your leg leg or behind your head is how I gots to get ya right hand left hand all red in the bed like we've been playing twister now I've got you tangled up and you caught all in my web should I let you loose nah I think I'll get the blindfold instead you better get a couple towels baby cos we about to slip and slide you don't ever need a horse or saddle I'mma give you this dick to ride I'mma grant your every wish and fulfill your fantasy aint nobody else allowed in the sex room it's only you and me [Chorus] |
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[Chorus]
I know you got a man, man, man but tell me what your man, man, man got to do with me me me uh oh uh oh oh got to do with me me me uh oh uh oh oh I know you got a girl, girl, girl but tell me what your girl, girl, girl got to do with me me me uh oh uh oh oh got to do with me me me uh oh uh oh oh [Ludacris] Listen, I know you got a man, but your man ain't Luda so please don't let him fool ya cos the nigga don't really know how to do ya who's your daddy rolling all up in the caddy sun roof top with the diamond in the back coming to get some of the bomb in the sack like a bomb in Iraq Imma come and attack every inch of your body after the after party and then on to the hotel lobby riding me like a Ducatti faster than a Bugatti Im like whoa Kimosabe Good golly shortie a freak or she been practising Pilates I'm probably just stripping tongue sk-skipping like a track broke but if she think I'm fronting just wait til she see my back stroke haa, I be your side piece but whats our future plans cause I be on ya like DAMNNN [Chorus] [Flo Rida] Hey, ok ok, so thats your mans and 'em I aint tellin you to cancel him do do your thing, look shorty I gotta respect your answer 'em them there's your boyfirend, I just wanna be your toy friend your other other man not not your lo-lo-lover man, undercover man how many rubber man's would it take for you lil mama to be apart of my plan what do you need in advance, I can see both of us showing in France I can look back at your thong in my hand Louis Vuitton no more Donna Karen couple of stacks so what is you saying like Denzel Washington "My Man" I don't wanna hear no mo' more bout him what it gotta do with me you grown ass woman I'm a grown ass man so we both know a lot about the birds and the bee's hold on shorty lets conversate, conjugate, constipate get stuck on each other, you coming up outta your lingerie, hey I know you got a man [Chorus] [Ludacris] Nada, nada, not a damn thing he wouldn't know what to do if he tried it and I ain't hating, you need some room to breathe and I can be your ventilation you need a lil lovin' just a lil stimulation a hug a lil kissing and then a lil penetration give it to you like you never had it before and you aint never gon think about his ass again lips, hips, eyes, thighs here I'm gon have to give that ass a ten and they can get a five even though one of them kinda fine but ain't none of them got nothing on you you so lets go somewhere to dine and sip some expensive wine later on tell me what we gon do do we gon bump and we gon grind so good it should be a crime and next time tell your friends to come too, too. [Chorus] |
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"Hey Ho"
(feat. Lil Kim and Lil Fate) [Ludacris - Chorus] If men sleep around we some players but for women they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho [repeat] [Ludacris - Verse 1] Now I be riding in my Bentley coupe stuntin with the top down four 24 inch rims so heavy they hold the block down 24 carrot necklace so heavy it hurt my neck 3 things you can’t take away from me, money, power and respect I got it and hold on to it you knew that I never let it go you prostitute it but money I never let it ho speakin of hoe’s oh yes we meet em and we G’ em dude and we may see em but we wouldn’t want to be em dude I put my fist up, I got the power girl I wash my nuts off, go take a shower girl it’s been an hour girl, it’s time to go and if my neighbour see you while you walking out my door (hey ho) they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho [Chorus] [Lil Kim] Can’t nobody do it like Kim only women that can do it like men VVS is be them gems (ho, now count that) my money coming in bringing them corners on them rims so play the check book tell me how do you bounce that I bounce into position like I am vinegar Kama Sutra but money make me come, go and ask Luda and women cheat better than men we don’t disturb them my motto is "what they don’t know won’t hurt them" we just do it like you do, see the roles done switched if I’m a ho you’s a ho, if I’m a bitch you’s a bitch know that I’ma stay rich so fella’s do what you do cause you don’t fuck us niggas we fuck you [Kim - Chorus] (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) If men sleep around we some players but for women they be saying... [Kim - Chorus] If men sleep around we some players but for women they be saying... [Lil Fate] she likes the night lights, brights lights, big spending Lil Fate been big pimpin, pimpin so don’t be mad at my raps and try and look at me funny cause you know that most you ladies trading sex for money so if you coming out the pocket then you might get laid thats how the rent car no the cell phone get paid I bet the snakes all show once you cut that grass and I’m a pimp so it’s time that I exploit they ass you see it’s hoes after the party it’s hoes after the show it’s hoes up in the lobby, it’s hoes out on the stroll here’s some no dough, no dough no sleep ho on your feet, if you don’t work you don’t eat [Chorus] |
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P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo
(Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) I done had about four, five, six shots, yeah, I'm gettin' wasted Red pills, blue pills, yeah, I'm in the Matrix Two swisha, three swisha, four swisha, five So turn my music up and tell these hoes to get live Got a pocket full of hundreds and some bottles on ice, ice Conjure and lime got a nigga feelin' nice, nice Dessert on my hips so if you gamble, roll the dice When I let it off once it make a nigga think twice You got more dough then, homie, you gon' have to show me You never say it rains like Tony, Tony, Tony My Chevy's outside and it's sittin' on Kobe's And I keep the hood with me like Obi Wan Kenobe Wood grain trim, seat softer than your butt, butt Make your car rattle from the speakers in my trunk, trunk Swisha's burnin' slow and it got a nigga stuck, stuck But don't be a fool 'cause the tool's on tuck, tuck P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Tell that slow bitch to bring another round, we gon' party till the sun's up Ladies rub your titties and my gangsta's put your guns up Money, money, money, if you got it, throw your one's up And if they ain't got it, tell 'em shut up, you dumb fuck My money stays in hand, you could say I got a grip, grip Out to scoop my chips, you could say I got a dip, dip 'Cause I talk money while these haters talk shit, shit And if they keep on talkin', I'mma empty out a clip, clip But I don't want no problems, I'm just tryin' to get my game on Take a couple shots and use the alcohol to blame on Holla at some chicks and find a bitch to put my name on Then I'mma be the, I'ma be the one she put that thang on I got the perfect song to make you want me wanna shake, shake And take her to the crib, I don't take her on no date, date We all up in the club till the glass and table break, break And all they wanna know is how much more that I can take, take P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Now keep the cameras flashin', we about to shoot a movie A thick chick let me sip my glass on her booty She stuck upon my hip and she swear she ain't no groupie While I'm stuck up in the VIP but everything is all Gucci So I gathered all the women and we 'bout to take a shot, shot Goin' out my mind, who's there, nigga, knock, knock Don't you hear that 808 beatin' down your block, block Keep the party going 'cause the party don't stop, stop P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) |
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[Intro]
Awww yeah, welcome back to "Battle of the Sexes Radio" where it is 12:45 in the A.M. and Disturbing Tha Peace is our in-studio guest Our hotline is lit the fuck up with people with relationship issues Caller #1, you're on the air Yeah man, y'all tell me if I'm crazy cause this girl in here trippin Y'knowmsayin? I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? So how can I break this down to her? Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation? [Ludacris] Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin sex Don't ever assume nothin, a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! Whatever happened to..?" (Exactly, that's just what she need to hear) [Interlude] You damn right playa, aight thank you for callin man Next caller Yeah I hear you but let's talk about the fake-ass brothers with the 24's but can't pay the note on they lease And my nigga with his iced-out chain but I can't get him to pay his damn child support That's why we makin mo' money, ownin our own property and ride just as nice So now, I guess if we want to, we can bail y'all too now, huh? Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one? [Shawnna] Uhh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin the fifths and drinkin the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D.T.P. stay in the zone like we on PCP Chrome on the SS, Shawnna blow there recently Y'all niggaz ain't on my level, I do it so hood Pineapple and Belve', we feelin so good Lightning is so wood, I get my own stack That's why I leave him 200 and never call back (That's right Shawnna, pussy rule the world!) [Interlude] Yes it does, next caller what's up? Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! All friends callin at 3:30 in the mornin Marcus don't wanna talk about no numbers Marcus wanna talk about that ass, and I ain't havin it! Y'all got somebody to talk to these women? Cause they need to be TAUGHT! I-20 you better talk to 'em! [I-20] Yo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone But you don't you show up to my crib with your period on This is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin? Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? I run the streets, and you trippin I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin my part, yeah (Preach my brother, preach! I hope you women out there heard that!) [Outro] And you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening But that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, alright? (c'mon baby) Check us same time, same place tomorrow "Battle of the Sexes Radio" signing off Good niiiiight |
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| 4:20 |
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[Monica]
I can't live with ya, can't live without you I say I can't live with ya, can't live without you Ooh I can't live with ya, can't live without you I can't live with ya, can't live without you [Ludacris] One day I love you, the next I can't stand you Huh, it's too much for me to handle I made my mind up thinkin I'm on the right track So then I leave you, but then come right back And I don't like that, I swear I'm so confused Don't know what I want or what's the right thing to do But the right thing is you, you're my destiny Even at my worst you still bringin out the best in me But then you testin me, know how to push my buttons Fussin, fightin, yeah we always gettin into somethin So mad I make you cry, then we make love A never-endin cycle, make up to break up It's time to wake up, I need to smell the coffee Play with these other women, or get 'em all off me And you wonder why your man'll just doubt ya Can't live with ya, can't live without ya [Chorus: Monica] I can't live with ya, can't live without you I say I can't live with you, can't live without you Ooh I can't live with ya, can't live without you The one thing that I know, is I can't seem to let you (go) You got me to the point of walking out the (door) And then I find myself coming back for (more) I don't know what to do Cause I can't live with ya, and can't live without you [Ludacris] One day I love you, the next I can't stand you Huh, it's too much for me to handle One minute naggin me, always harrassin me Next minute squeezin me, huggin, kissin and grabbin me Just when I think it's cool, you back startin shit Findin the smallest things just to start an argument Goin through my phone, KNOW you shouldn'ta took it though I hope your stupid ass find what you're lookin fo' Stormin out the house mad, throwin breakin shit Callin your girls, exaggeratin and fakin shit Pack your clothes like you really 'bout to leave this time KNOW you messed up but actin like it's me this time It's a revolvin door, that keeps spinnin 'round Are we gon' be together, or are we finished now? And you wonder why your man'll just DOUBT ya Can't live with ya, can't live without ya [Chorus] [Monica] When the going get tough and the fightin be rough Now some folks may call it hood but I guess we call it love I be askin for your touch then I don't give you my trust First I hate you with a passion then I can't need you enough I be, wantin to spend my whole life wit'chu And I be, talkin 'bout how you and me are through And my mind says yes but my heart says no And my mind says walk but my feet won't go away yeahhhh See I be tellin you to go but deep inside I want you to stayyyyy Uh, and you know how to make me smile but at times you ruin my dayyyyy Ooh, we gotta get better Gotta get it together And you wonder why your girl just doubt ya Can't live with you, can't live without youuuuu [Chorus] |
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| 12. |
| 3:30 |
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{*phone rings twice*}
[Ludacris] Hello? [Shawnna] Whassup? [Ludacris] What's up baby? [Shawnna] I need you right now [Ludacris] What you doin? [Chorus: Shawnna] + (Ludacris) I'm all alone in my room, layin on my bed sheets Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy My body's so tight and I'm needin you to stretch me Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy (ha ha) Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy [Ludacris] + (Shawnna) Well I'm way over on the Southside cruisin in the 'llac But I'ma make it to yo' crib in 'bout fo' minutes flat Keep talkin how you're talkin baby, what you got on? (I got a blace lace bra, leather boots and a thong) Well I'll be there in a double Expect when I step through the door that it's 'bout to be some muh'fuckin trouble (Ooh, what you gon' do?) Sweat you out 'til you thirsty Pin your body to the ground and have you beggin for mercy [Shawnna] Ooh, baby wait a minute, you in my head If I'm woke or if I'm dreamin I see you in my bed 'Til you makin me MMM, and you makin me YEAH Now hurry up and make it to me cause you makin me wet [Ludacris] I'm drivin fast as I can baby hold it together Cause when I get you in my arms I'ma hold you forever Get you wet as Niagara Falls, a rebel with a cause I'll be breakin down the do' so tell me where you are [Chorus] [Ludacris] See, you got me eager as a beaver See this the type shit get you the keys to the Beamer or some cheese if you need it Cause you got that good-good; you love it how I beat it like you stole it when you throw it cause we keep it hood-hood And I wish you would-would be my slave for the night We could turn the bedroom into my cave for the night [Shawnna] I'll be yo' favorite delight And make me call you daddy while I'm takin the pipe You makin me bite after you push it too deep I need that type of lovin that'll put you to sleep I wish you could see [Ludacris] Well I could see it if you want me to, we could get the camera We could roleplay, you the artist I'll be your manager You could be the nurse I'm the doc (doc fill me in) Play "cops and robbers" or "cowboys and Indians" In the end, let's say you won't know what hit ya Now I'm pullin in the driveway and comin to getcha! [Chorus] {*door opens and closes*} [Shawnna] Hey baby [Ludacris] What's up? [Shawnna] Took you long enough [Ludacris] Yeah, I'ma make it worth the wait though, lay down [Shawnna] Yeah... {*moans*} [Ludacris] Mm-hmm, yeah |
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| 13. |
| 4:19 |
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[Ludacris]
I got five kisses, where you want 'em at? Either of yo' lips, yo' ears, yo' neck, yo' stomach or yo' back Yo' inner thigh, right on yo' kneecap or yo' belly button These other guys be out here talkin but they steady frontin They don't know what they want, that's why I tell you put yo' trust in me Share all yo' secrets, yo' desires and yo' fantasies I ain't gon' tell nobody baby, I'm an only child I'll keep it to myself cause all I wanna do is see you smile Knowin that you got someone to talk to, ain't that what you want? I'll be yo' lover, yo' provider and yo' confidant And I won't judge you cause I know that ain't nobody perfect But you got some perfect imperfections and that makes you worth it I wanna see yo' body in all of the positions that you like it in We could do it slow or have some drinks and it gets enticin when You like it rough and I give it rough and start to pull yo' hair Cause ecstasy's yo' destination and I'ma take you there Tell me a secret baby [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Tell me somethin that nobody else knows Girl don't think about it, just soon as the door cloooose Tell me a secret baby Tell, tell, tell me a secret baby Oooh, show me somethin that nobody else sees (ayyy) Tell me all the things that you would do if it was you and me Tell me a secret baby Tell, tell, tell me a secret baby [Ludacris] It ain't nobody in the universe that competes with you Imagine the possibilities and all the little freaky thangs that we could do Blindfolded handcuffed to the headboard, never let you go until you scream my name Maybe you think I'm playin but this is really far from a motherfuckin game Ain't a damn thang change still nasty as I wanna, be And I got just what you been lookin for baby girl you wanna, see It'll turn you on and it's gonna be on soon as I take it off Just give me yo' body, it's guaranteed that I'ma break it off Off off off, off until the sunrise And I'm not here to disappoint, just give me one try One kiss, one pinch and you could take or leave it But before you make up your mind just tell me one secret Ne-Yo, holla at 'em [Chorus] [Ne-Yo] Said we can talk about your fantasy And ain't nobody gotta know but me Baby c'mon and make this move if you're gonna Baby we grown, we can do what we wanna, hey Said you can tell me what you like to do Baby girl you never know, I may like it too Baby c'mon and make this move if you're gonna Baby we grown, we can do what we wanna, ayyyyy [Chorus] w/ Ne-Yo ad libs [Ne-Yo] Whoa-ohhh-ohhh-ohhhh Whoa-ohhh-ohhh-ohhhh Oooh-ooooh, oh yeah Mmm, tell me a secret yeah Whoa-ohhh-ohhh-ohhhh Whoa-ohhh-ohhh-ohhhh Oooh-ooooh HJK&TG |
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| 14. |
| 3:24 |
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[Ludacris]
[Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours [Ludacris] [Verse 1] I'm saying my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagger don't stop Her body won't quit So fool pipe down you ain't talkin bout shit My chick bad, tell me if you seen her She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena All white top, all white belt And all white jeans, body looking like milk No time for games, she's full grown My chick bad, tell your chick to go home [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours [Ludacris] [Verse 2] Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker She rides that dick and she handles her liquor She knock a bitch out, and fight Coming out swinging like Tiger Woods' wife Yeah, she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up there chests like pasties Couple girl friends and they all a little crazy Coming down the street like a parade, Macy's I fill her up, balloons Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons D'oh, but I aint talkin bout Homer Chick so bad the whole crew wanna bone her [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours [Nicki Minaj] [Verse 3] Now all these bitches wanna try and be my besty But I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi Trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty Running down a court I'm thuggin on them Lisa Lefty It's going down, basement Friday the 13th, guess who's playing Jason Tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy It's Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playing Freddy (My chick bad) Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe game crazy The mental Asylum looking for me You a rookie to me I'm in dat wam bam purple Lam damn bitch you been a fan [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad [Ludacris] [Outro] And when we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper |
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| 4:44 |
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So Im just sitting in this rehab class
trying to get myself unhooked on ass so then my teacher asked me a question like Ludacris are you over there sexting ha ha OMG LOL KIT Smiley faces X and Os LMFAO my girl went through my cell phone my girl went through my cell phone my girl went through my cell phone my girl went through my cell phone i said my girl went through my cell phone [repeated] [Ludacris - Verse 1] So Im getting treated for my sex addiction in my private clinic and I need you to be sensitive about my condition cos Im in it to win it and I really dont want to further disappoint my fans and my teachers a cougar so I wish shed lend a helping hand damn, calm down, BBC TXT or MSG after class come with me and can I get a little bit of TLC she replied what the f-ck FYI youre gonna flunk SMH its such a shame you aint learned a damn thing [Chorus] [Ludacris - Verse 2] So Im sitting in the crib just chillin and Im minding my business got a text with a tongue out from a number I didnt recognize I replied who is this quick back got a hit back said this is Stacy and Ive been missing you had to change my number so I went and got a new phone and new tattoo a what, a new tattoo wow, arrr yeaah, hurry click can you send a nasty pic so I can see right where it is and I promise I wont show my friends (yeah right) she replied, well ok BTW by the way SMH its such a shame that you aint learned a damn thing |
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How low can you go
How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go Luda She could go lower than i ever really thought she could Face down ass up The top of your booty jiggling out your jeans Baby pull your pants up I like it when i see you do it Better then i ever seen it done before A lot of women drop it to the ground But how low can you go Lower then your mama's ever seen it in her life time Never would've imagined did not even in her right mind Practice in front of that mirror Now you doing it on the dance floor Mad cause i can't get wit ya ya just show me how to dance I may not wanna get low so i post it up kinda like a playa do But if you come to the crib Then i might show you girls a thang or 2 Yea i think you a superstar wit a as like that you gotta blow Before you make it big Theres just 1 thing i gotta know How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go Go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose I be like Nick nac paddywac Oh where my kitty cat give a dog a bone How many licks does it takes till i get to the center and let a realer n gga take you home I could make me show stop Soon as you hear this flow pop From A T L A N T A and all the way down to your drop Put the needle on a record and i make her get lower than a Lamborghini And if she really gettin low then imma shoot a video and put it all on TV Cos i like that French vanilla and the caramel But when it comes to chocolate I know that very well Asian persuasion no discrimination I love how they seen to please us I wanna taste them butterican pican peanut buttercups like reeses pieces Cause i think you a superstar With a ass like that you gotta blow Before you make it big Well there just 1 thing i gotta know How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose Drop it hit it dump it split it Don't stop Put it on reverse just to rack it up Let me put some Luda in it Show me what you workin wit I'll show you some of this back row Yea you a superstar but theres 1 thing i gotta know though How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go How low can you go go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose go low blow it in your nose |
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| 5:18 |
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[Dru Hill]
Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight... {*echoes*} [Shawnna] + (Ludacris) Ayyy, I can make that thang go up and down like a rollercoaster Make it go round and round 'til you make that sound, now let me hold ya I kinda got somethin to show ya I really wanna get to know ya Shawty come and put yo' hands all on my body like you 'posed to Yeah, you pop one I'ma pop one too It ain't no tellin what I'm gon' do I'ma keep you sayin "Girl you got that good" (you got that good?) Yeah, I got you screamin "Girl don't quit" I'll make you ooh, like "Girl that's it" Now gi-gi-give it to me like you should (like I should?) Yeah, we can slow it down or speed it up I love it when you flip it then beat it up You know them other girls ain't sweet enough So every time he see me he eat it up Eat it up, eat it up Don't slow it down baby keep it up Keep it up, keep it up I love it when you make it go deep enough And I'm so gone I can't hold it in Now one mo' round, can we go again? I'm lovin each and every little thing you do I kinda think I really wanna sing to you Sing to you, sing to you You got me in a zone when I think of you Think of you, think of you Now baby come and tell me what I need to do [Chorus: Dru Hill] Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight (hold tight) Hold tight (hold tight) cause we're gonna take a ride tonight Uh, said we're gonna take a ride Up and down, front to back, side to side Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight (hold tight) Hold tight (hold tight) cause we're gonna take a ride tonight We're gonna take a riiiiiiiiide Take a riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide tonight [Ludacris] + (Shawnna) You got yo' boots, strapped up and I got my ticket, got my ticket And I'm ready for the ride of a lifetime Is you wit it? Is you wit it? Fasten yo' seatbelt, buckle up Take two shots, double up Play this song, pump it up Then get a little closer, snuggle up Take yo' time I'ma take my time Sip a little somethin then relax yo' mind Let's do it like we never did befo' (did befo'?) Yeah, I got you screamin "Oh my God" The headboard hit that wall so hard Sound like somebody knockin at the do' (at the do'?) Yeah, keep yo' hands inside the ride when you up in the air and ridin high Tonight it's on, I wanna hear you moan when I put a little kiss inside your thigh Put a little bass inside your ear when I whisper and tell you that daddy's here Daddy's here, the heat is on and I love you with your little Vickie Secrets on Even though I'll never let you keep 'em on cause you pressed my button and the freak is on Let's make it a night to remember and bend that mattress that yo' sheets is on Sheets is on, yank 'em off And every little kiss I'ma make 'em soft Yo' undergarments, take 'em off Take 'em off so you can [Chorus] [Interlude: repeat 2X] On a rollercoaster ride Up, down, front, back, side to side On a rollercoaster ride Up, down, front, back, side to side [Sisqo] Uh, ooooooh, huh, oooooh yeahhhh Uh, cause we're gonna take a ride Up, down, front to back, side to siiiiide (Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight, hold tight) Yeahhhhhhh, ha, Dru Hill and we're sayin (Hold tight, cause we're gonna take a ride tonight) Yeahhhhh yeahhhh yeahhhh-eh-eh-eh-eahhh, ohhh (Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight, hold tight) (Hold tight, cause we're gonna take a ride tonight) Ohh yeah {*Dru Hill harmonizes + ad libs to the end*} |
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