그는 1999년 싱글 앨범 《Incognegro》으로 데뷔했다. 그러나 큰 인기를 얻진 못했지만, 2004년 어셔의 새 싱글 《Yeah》에 참여하면서 대중적 랩퍼가되었다. 또한 데프 잼 레코드로 영입되었고, 그후에도 많은 피쳐링을 하며 인지도를 높여갔다. 또한 2006년 《Release Therapy》로 빌보드 힙합 차트 1위를 했다. 지금은 새 앨범 작업중이며, 영화 락큰롤라와 맥스 페인에 조연으로 나왔다.그는 은퇴에대해 거론을 했었으나,2008년 'Theater Of Mind'를 내고, 활발히 활동했다. .... ....
[repeat 6x] Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!
*i got my twin glock .40's, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Twin glock .40's, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that
Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it? Where'd you get that matchin Benz with them windows tinted? Who dem girls you be with when you be ridin through? Man I ain't got nothin to prove, I paid my dues Breakin the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin a CRUISE! Tell me who's your weed man, and how do you smoke so good? You'se a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood? What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in that BAG? A couple a cans of whoop ass, you did a good-ass job of just eyein me, spyin me
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Man, that car don't come out until next year Where in the fuck did you get it? That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE! Where in the fuck did you spend it? You must have eyes on your back, cause you got money to the ceiling And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin The better I'm feelin, the more that I'm chillin Willin, drillin and killin the feelin Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-course meals? Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels What in the world is in that ROOM, what you got in that ROOM? A couple a gats, a couple of knives A couple of rats, a couple of wives, now it's time to choose
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Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted? Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted? Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just yo; main bitch? You take a pick, while I'm rubbin the hips touchin lips to the top of the dick and then WHOOO! Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in yo' house? What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in yo' mouth? What in the world is in that CASE, what you got in that CASE? Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to take place at a similar pace so shake, shake it
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Get out my business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass, ah Cause these niggaz all up in my shit and it's my business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass cause it's mine, all mine My business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass Cause these niggaz all up in my shit and it's my business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass cause it's mine, all mine
*(Oh No!) I caught him with a blow to the chest (Oh No!) My hollow put a hole in his vest (Oh No!) I'm bout to send two to his dome (Oh No!) Cry babies go home!
I got people scared as FUCK like when condoms break Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight You frostin' like a flake and Ludacris feels grrreat! Who want come face me, face come want who? And women give me face until they're face turns blue They can't breathe, dick to mouth recessatation A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations I Playstations, duck cops and lose agents I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck patients When I kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhyme My black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send flowers And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour
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You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both hands Delete your first steps, but I'll save the last dance I just bought some new guns my mama said "it ain't worth it" But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perferct Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies Bok bok bok I'm shakin your tale feathers I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris Webber Luda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels My cars got big TVs and satellites I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White And the servey says? (Kill a mutha fucka now) Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a mutha fucka down) Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth
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I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptops And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble You see I'm from a small town called "Fresh out a cop's ass" Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed I smell puss from fifty yards Y'all not playin with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green I re-up with more chips than a vending machine Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and stickin' 'em And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteen So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies
Better than college girls gone wild (whooo) It's more off the chain than late night with Ms. Cleo ( Call me now for ya free reading. Who- Who's the father of the baby) Disturbing the peace entertainment presents It's Ludacris's Greatest hits done by "Random white people"
(in a shakey voice) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Come on (what is it?) oh give it to me now, give it to me now, Give it to me NOW.
Uh Uh you make it so good i dont want to leave but i have to know what, what is your fantasy
and them ballin ass brothers with them candy cars if you a pimp and you know you dont do them hoe's when you get on the floor DROP THEM BOW'S If you a..... shit
Your doin hoe activities hoes are ya friends hoes are ya enemies
Hey speakin a hoe's
Why do ya think ya take a hoe to a hotel Hotel.... Every.... body
It's random white people doin Ludacris's greatest hits A division of deeze nuts records
*Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way
OH NO! The fight's out I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still I've been drankin' and bustin' two and I been thankin' of bustin' you Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace Since not into lution', we run in the streets So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA! I'm doin' a hundred on the highway So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober and you about to get ran the FUCK over
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[Mystikal over second chorus] BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move
Here I come, there I go UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd? Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through Hit the stage and knock the girlies down I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do Young and successful - a sex symbol The bitches want me to fuck - true true Hold up wait up, shorty "Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?" Sidelinin' my fuckin' bussiness Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon Give me that truck and take that rental back Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that? No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck But i'ma tell you like this bitch You better not walk in front of my tour bus
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[I-20 over second chorus] Bring it, get 'em
Too bad I'm on the right track Beef, got the right mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be right back We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out Grab the peels cuz we robbin' tonight Beat the shit out of security for stopping a fight I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve' and Cris' I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz I'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect D.T.P. And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P. Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party So move bitch, get out the way hoe All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0 So...
Damn man I cant believe them hoes aint come over here man Nigga I can, you told them hoes the truth You never tell hoes the truth ::ring ring:: Man check the caller id, man it's rich girls the Buckhead girls yeah yeah Now gimme the phone and let me show you how to do it deep voice deep voice What up ohhh why you talkin like that man fuck all that yall coming through Yeah we might I saw you blinging last night . Yeah thirty karot, paid for. Hey hey nigga you wearing my mutherfucking chain again? Ah this the bodyguard trippin. Nigga imma whup your mutherfucking ass nigga Get off the phone nigga. Yall coming through though? I don't know I don't be feeling like drivin Oh shorty I got you. The new Benz truck hey hey you took that rent a car back man we need (shut the fuck up) man we need to take that shit back for real. Shut the..man Look anyway baby yall coming through or what? Man I don't know who all live there? Bitch this my house Mama, mama I'm on the phone. Hello who on the phone get off the damn phone And clean yo damn room tell him to stop wearing my damn chain, and stop wearing your brother's damn chain.. who the hell car is in my driveway Oh hell no Ah oooh noo
+ (Sleepy Brown) I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday!) Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky System on blast, cops just pass Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday!) Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on up double shot Hennesey fill my cup Luda choke smoke in a big black truck Should I wild out, WHAT THE FUCK?! Act like my rims ain't clean How you gonna ack like my neck don't bling? Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen but they don't never really wanna pop them thangs Cane, cane sugar man Luda don't go and I stop at a light, pull off so slow but I'm out for the night, so pass that dro So, daddy come home in a Cadillac brome, cadillac brome Now don't it sound absurd Claim College Park where they flip them birds Trick car alarms, then bend them curves Chop chop, chunk it up fat man herb
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It's illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow, that's my bud Smoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luck Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, NIGGA WHAT?! Act like I don't make cloud, how you gonna act like I don't get loud? How you gonna act like I don't rock crowds? and leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smile If I recollect right then you sound like dirt but, I guess what you really don't know don't hurt with a vest, and a pump hear the shot gun My folks on the block, man, they got that word (they got that word) Don't it smell so good, in Southwest where they rep that hood Protect your chest, they up to no good and come through flossin, they wish y'all would
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Worldwide hustlers get that dough work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick Keep a D eagle with an extra clip think it ain't so, SUCK A DICK! Act like I just do rap How you gonna act like I just ain't strapped? How you gonna act like I don't push lacs? Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on BACK! Ichy finger trigger, man, Luda don't squeeze With a mac, with a glock I'ma make 'em say please In the back, on block so the cops they freeze And I'm so high, I think I got a nose bleed, you gotta nose bleed? Don't it smell so sweet? In DECATUR, where they pack that heat And ROB neighbors in the night creep, creep I'll see you LATER we'll be in them streets...
Yea-uh, here we go here we go here we go Talk about that Word of Mouf baby!! Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go Ludacris, 4-Ize, D.E. what you want now now now now
Check it You see I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquor And women that are real life scratch'n'sniff stickers I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for ya health See I ain't gotta say SHIT! Money speaks for itself With all models I make I'm +Great+ like five +Lakes+ You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my skates! You rollin on dubs, I roll right into clubs Dirtiest home with more rings than ya tub You think it's all practical jokes and big bloopers But I smack bitches with no titties that work at Hooters Just get a couple of girls that shakin they thangs Then I, put 'em on camera and cut two frames With some gasoline drawers I'll be goin to hell Ludacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of jail! I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper And my baby's assed out, cause I rub my cars with her diapers So you can pray for now if you sinned in the past "Word of Mouf" time to wipe that silly grin off yo' ass
These rap cats is soft like R&B singers It's 4-Ize, I've worked for wings and chicken fingers I rep Smoke Park so Chi-Town could get seen I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean I rip meanface niggaz one by one or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come Instead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from woodworkin The black Hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkin Creepin, I'm in the shadows, the nightshade You want the tail in the back or, a light fade? Cause Tony Scissorhands is the barber, the butcher I kill ya smoke a blunt and forget where I put ya I'm Soopafly like Snuka, I smack hoes The black rose with the dozen attack flows I rock Shaq's clothes when I alter beast Power up, get big, it's Disturbin' Tha Peace
I've got hoes (I've got hoes) In different area codes (area) area codes (codes) Hoes (hoes..hoes) in different area codes (area) area codes (codes)
Now you thought I was just somethin' somethin' no In 4-0-4, I'm worldwide GET, act like y'all don't know It's the abominabol-hoe man Globe-trot international post man Neighbor-dick dope man 7-1-8s, 2-0-2's I send small cities and states I-O-U's 9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5 I'll jump off the G4, we can meet outside So control your hormones and keep your drawers on 'Til I close the door and I'm jumping your bones 3-1-2's, 3-1-3's (oh), 2-1-5's, 8-0-tree's (oh) Read your horoscope and eat some horderves Ten on pump one, these hoes is self serve 7-5-7, 4-1-0's, my cell phone just overloads
Now everyday is a hol-i-day So stop the violence and put the 4-4 away, skeet shoot a hoe today 5-0-4, 9-7-2's 7-1-tree, whatcha gon' do? You checkin up the scene, I'm checkin a hoe tonight With perpendicular, vehicular homicide 3-1-4, 2-0-1 (hey) Too much green, too much fun (hey) I bang cock in Bangkok Can't stop, I turn and hit the same spot Think not, I'm the thriller in Manilla Schlong in Hong Kong Pimp 'em like Bishop, Magic, Don Juan Man after Henny with a coke and a smile I just pick up the motherfuckin' phone and dial I got my condoms in a big ass sack I'm slangin' this dick like a New Jack (biatch)
Is it cuz they like my gangsta walk? (gangsta walk) Is it cuz they like my gangsta talk? (gangsta talk..ohh) Is it cuz they lik
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah give it to me now, give it to me now give it to me now, give it to me now
Shawnna
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah give it to me now, give it to me now give it to me now, give it to me now
Ludacris & Shawnna ( 2x) I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave but I got to kn kn kn know wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
Ludacris
I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line while the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree And if you like in the club we can do it in the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P. Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top Lick it don't stop, keep the door locked while the boat rock We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait til the show stop or how 'bout on the beach with black sand lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom or in back of a classroom how ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon see I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and out last 'em and if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em I'll let 'em free and the tell me what they fantasy like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me
Ludacris & Shawnna ( 2x) I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave but I got to kn kn kn know wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
Ludacris
I wanna get you in the bath tub with the candle lit you give it up till they go out or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert cause you know I got sold out or red carpet dick could just roll out go 'head and scream you can't hold out we can do it in the pouring rain runnin the train when it's hot or cold out how 'bout in the library on top of books but you can't be too loud you wanna make a brother beg for it give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud we can do it in the white house tryna make them turn the lights out champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing what's my name, what's my name, what's my name a sauna, jacuzzi in the back row at the movie You can stratch my back and rule me You can push me or just pull me on hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uh eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet
Ludacris & Shawnna ( 2x) I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave but I got to kn kn kn know wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
Ludacris
I wanna get you in the back seat windows up that's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt, rough sex make it hurt in the garden all in the dirt Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way I like it twerk Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade on the top of my escalade Maybe your girl and my friend can trade Tag team off the rope, on the ocean or in the boat Factories or on hundred spoke what 'bout in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little bootie up with my belt scream help play my game dracula man I'll get my fangs horse back I'll get my reigns School teacher let me get my grades
Crawl 2 Fast Crawl 2 furious im to fast for ya (man)
Crawl 2 Fast Crawl 2 Furious im to fast for ya man
You just came home from doin' a bid Tell me what u gonna do Act a fool Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib Boy, whatchya gonna do? Act a fool Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes Tell me whatchya gunna do? act a fool now dem cops trying to throu u in da county blues boy, watchay gonna do? Act a fool
Talkin' bout traps, cops, and robbers It's 911 please call a doctor! Evacuate the building and trick the pigs Since everybody wanna piece of me, we gonna split ya wigs See some fool slipped up and over stepped his boundaries You about to catch a cold? Stay the fuck around me Your peeps talkin' bout wat kinda shit he on You disappear like poof, Bitch be gone You think they gonna catch me? Gimme a break I'm supercharged with a hide-away license plate It seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years They'll only get one finger while I'm shiftin' gears I got suade on my roof, wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on the rug, only grainin' the stash Hydrolics all around me, so i shake the ride We go front, back, and side to side
Some boy just tripped up and made ya spill your drink Tell me watchya gonna do- Act a fool Now your car just stopped on an empty tank Boy, watchya gonna do? Act a fool If you got late bills and you lost your job Tell me whatchyour gonna do- Act a fool If your about to get drunk and you ready to mob Boy, watchya gonna do? Act a fool
Man we talking race cars nigga, this ain't no joke (Hello, hello) Uh, yea (Hello, hello) Fresh out the kitchen (Hello, hello) So don't touch it yet, (ha ha) its hot (Hello, hello)? Uh, we bout to cross the finish line ladies and gentlemen (Hello, hello) I suggest you common (Hello, hello) Shh shh shh shh, Woo, Shh shh shh shh, Woo (Hello, hello) Tyrese, Uh, Luda, Kells (Hello, hello, hello, hello) WHEN YOU HEAR THE...
(Hello, hello) yo wassup, this is Kells (Hello, hello) Im not in right now (Hello, hello) Leave your name and number at the beep (Hello, hello) I'll get with cha (PICK UP THE PHONE!) [R. Kelly] Hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello Common [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello AHHH...Common
[Tyrese]
Everywhere I go, its another show Its another party, its another ho And everywhere I go, its another hommie Its another drinkin, its another room
And getting that cash, its always a tailor Always a true love, always a hater When youz a star, theres never a way outR These broke ass niggaz is gon' have they hands out
Im tiiiiired of the drama (Ho) Im bout to hop my ass off in my hummer (Ho) And hit
[Intro] Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sistas to stand up I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya' I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing together So come on now and get up to it yall
[Verse 1] The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopest flows And wonder why the line's around the corner Cuz the little motherfucker has the dopest shows So one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be gettin' that cake Two times for my dawgs pullin' triggers And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight East coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south Then we took it all around the world I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood, Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want? I even got a little rock 'n' roll The most creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal [Boom boom] cuz they cant get what I gots They want it so bad, four million dollar pad And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white flags, I'm hot! And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' rappers in the ground Wit' lines that got 'em hooked like dope They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin' outta time And I'm about to make 'em choke Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach Let's get arrested for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon)
Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'? While he doin' shows, I'm in these skreets, know what I'm sayin'? While he on tv, I'm in these skreets And then my broad, my kid walkin' around singin' it Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level though I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O' National I got my own record label, you heard of us The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real Who this nigga thing he is?
[Verse 2] I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk And it's pimpin' in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops People in the way wanna baller block Little do they know that I'm callin' shots And I'm not to be fucked with If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick I tried to tell 'em, but they dont wanna listen I tried to shine 'em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin' And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules Hear what I'm sayin' or heard what I said Hear what they playin', cuz thru this music I'ma still be heard if I'm dead Call ya' producers, cuz I'm hurtin' these beats I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace C'mon
Yeah, folk The King of the kings has spoken ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block We bouta let our nuts hang! Disturbin' Tha Peace! We dont die, we multiply We makin Def Jam history Thanks for gettin' the CD shawty!
[Ludacris] AOWWWW! I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it And y'all think I'm gon' stop? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! In one year I got rich, now life's movin so fast But bein broke with no food is just a thing of the past Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass And y'all prayin that I flop? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get green In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean All these rappers wanna know what I'm gettin for sixteens Try 80, want a discount? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! See in just six months I infiltrated the system If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed him Niggaz hate givin me props cause I might use it against them C'mon, get Ludacris out! BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
[Chorus 2X: Ludacris] If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong But after your three wishes - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
[Ludacris] It's time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer If you ever think of stoppin me - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall Next year I'm lookin in to buyin green by a mall{?} You probably own a lot of property! BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic balls Plus his money keeps flowin like Niagara Falls We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws I'm 'bout to go on vacation - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a curve You mad cause I'm a THIEF and got away with words I'ma start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves Pepsi's the New Generation - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
[Chorus]
[Ludacris] My black people show me love when I'm up on the block And Latinos always waitin for my CD's to drop White people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you fuckin rock!" Yo' fans are my fans, right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream It's hard, other albums are softer than ice cream Yo' scans are my scans, right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! Now Luda's throwin up A's, and I'm lightin up L's Around the globe gettin paid, you home bitin yo' nails DTP, the only label that practice fightin ourselves We probably gettin on your nerves, huh? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! I been eatin and gettin FAT while y'all dyin of hunger I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer Watch out, my album's puttin up McDonald's numbers You over 6 million served, huh? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
[Chorus:Ludacris and (Shawna)x2] When I move you move ( just like that?) When I move you move ( just like that?) When I move you move ( just like that?) Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back!
(When I move you move) just like that? (When I move you move) just like that? (When I move you move) just like that? (Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back!)
[Verse - 1] How you ain't gon' Fuck, bitch I'm me? I'm the GOD Damn reason you in VIP CEO you don't have to see ID I'm young,wild,and strapped like Chi-Ali BLAOW! we ain't got nothing to worry about whoop ass let security carry em out watch out for the medallion my diamonds are wreckless Feels like a midget is hanging from my neckless I pulled up wit a million trucks Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks-ahh! Pass the bottles, the heat is on We in the huddle all smoking that Cheech and Chong What's wrong?! The club and moon is full And I'm lookin for a THICK young lady to pull one sure shot way to get em outta them pants Take note to the brand new dance,like this
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[Verse - 2] Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks But where the fuck is the waitresses at wit my drinks?! My people outside and they can't get in we gon' rush the back door and break em in The owner already pissed cause we sorta late But our time and our clothes gotta coordinate Most girls lookin right some lookin a mess That's why they spilling drinks all over ya dress But Louis Vuitton bras all over ya breasts Got me wanting to put hickies all over ya chest-ahh C'mon we gon party tonight Y'all use mouth to mouth bring the party to life DOn't be scurred,show another part of your life The more drinks in your system the harder to fight!
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[Bridge] Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up!
[Verse - 3] damn right the Fire Marshall wanna shut us down Get us out so someone can gun us down we was two songs away from getting some cutta Now we one song away from tearing da club up Move over! Luda got something to say Do it now cause 'tomorrow' ain't promised 'today' work wit me! Let;s become one wit the beat And don't worry bout me steppin all over ya feet
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[Outro] Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! ( just like that? ) Stand Up! ( just like that? ) Stand Up! Stand Up!
[Ludacris] + (Sandy Coffee) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Say it (make love to me) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! What? (fuck, meee!) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Say it (make love to me) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! What? (fuck, meee!)
[Chorus: repeat 2X] I'm bout to throw some game, they both one and the same Cupid's the one to blame - say it (make love to me) I'm bout to shed some light, cause each and every night You gotta do it right - what? (fuck, meee!)
[Verse One] They want it nice and slow, kiss 'em from head to toe Relax and let it go - say it (make love to me) They want it now and fast, grabbin and smackin ass You gotta make it last - what? (fuck, meee!) Together holdin hands, you out there spendin grands And makin family plans - say it (make love to me) Don't have to straighten facts, don't want no strings attached Just scratches on your BACK - what? (fuck, meee!) Ex's ain't actin right, and you so glad to fight Dinner's by candlelight - say it (make love to me) She got a nigga whipped, down to ya fingertips Tryin that freaky shit - what? (fuck, meee!) Turn on some Babyface, just for your lady's sake You call her babycakes - say it (make love to me) Know how to mack a broad, she's on your sack and balls You call her Jabberjaws - what? (fuck, meee!)
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[Verse Two] You bout to buy a ring, she needs the finer things Gucci designer frames - say it (make love to me) Purchase a nasty flick, wrap up and tie her quick Know how to drive a stick - what? (fuck, meee!) You both unite as one, you the moon and she's your sun Your heart's a beating drum - say it (make love to me) You better not of came, she want to feel the pain Then hear her scream your name - what? (fuck, meee!) Follow this DICK-tionary, you're both some visionaries Then do it missionary - say it (make love to me) I hear 'em call da wild, and do it all the while Doggy and FROGGY style - what? (fuck, meee!) You in between the sheets, lickin and eatin sweets And what you find you keep - say it (make love to me) You do it standin up, orgasms hand 'em up Y'all just don't GIVE A FUCK - what? (fuck, meee!)
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[Verse Three] You wanna tell the world, cause she's your favorite girl Your diamond and your pearl - say it (make love to me) Nobody has to know, just keep it on the low And meet 'em right at fo' - what? (fuck, meee!) Nothin but fights and fussin, plus there's a lot of cussin Just grab ahold of SOMETHIN - say it (make love to me) Y'all do that BAD stuff, she like it rammed up Ropes and HANDCUFFS - what? (fuck, meee!)
[Chorus: Carl Thomas] I'm tryin' to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin' to make it through these hard times I'm tryin' to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin' to make it through these hard times I'm tryin' to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin' to make it through these hard times I'm tryin' to make it through these hard times (hard, times) Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)
You never know how much you miss a person, until they gone Like to hear it? Hear it go, I'm rehearsing, gotta sing my song I know I've done some wrong, but I can't get right 'Cause life is like a big fight I'm stickin'-and-movin', tryin' to get my shit right My family's been houndin' me, friends they done turned against me Kinda like they hearts was on a full tank, but now they empty And they say I've changed, but like twins I'm just the same It's because of my job, mo' money mo' prob in this dirty game This industry fucked up That's right I said it, and it's fake as ever Keep real niggaz around me, stay "Space Age for Eva" Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree But if you looked down from heaven, you'd still be proud of me Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by I didn't shed no tears when you left me But the rest of the family cried Trials and tribulations, ruined my concentration Losin' my patience, hard times for goodness sake'n
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As this Valium slowly starts to kick in Them subconscious, subliminal thoughts, start tickin' This whole world around me, diseased, and crumblin' Babies doin' dope cause daddy did it right in front of them Everybody want to blame music for they bad kids Sittin' up in the court talkin' 'bout Eminem made me do what I did My own hard times rolled in like the fog Try to think of others, but I can't get past my own thoughts My momma, in 1967, pickin' cotton While other blacks was gettin' liberated, boycottin' My old man was a player, ain't no hidin' that He started tootin' then he graduated to smokin' crack I never saw him, never needed to see that muh'fucker He left me and my mother stuck down here in this fuckin' gutter I tattoed it on my arm so I can't forget it It's in my mind and my heart so I'm forever with it
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A drum machine, the old fo'-track, and a pack of new tapes In the middle of, 1988, in a corner cafe We made beats, and hung with old heads, and stayed out late at night Do talent shows, fo'-way split the dough, that was our way of life My momma stayed, home full time so she could raise me Knowin' without a, household father, things could get crazy Sometimes I listened, sometimes I thought I knew it all But nevertheless, momma was with me through it all I graduated out of nothin', not out of school, it was like Tweleve, thirteen, fourteen years I'm thinkin' cool I might as well, be focusin' on me tryin' to get paid Usin' these rhymes I've been writin' since in the seventh grade Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage It was just like a piece of pussy It fucked me long as I stayed But still I prayed, Lord I'm tryin' now please help me out the water It can't get no harder Help me to get back up and get my shit tomorrow
Gangsta whitewalls, TV antennas in the back (the back, the back...)
[Chorus] I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) And I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
diamond in the, diamond in the, diamond in the...
[Verse 1] It's hard growin' up lookin' at drug dealers wit' all this paper Wonderin' how I can get me some My family's strugglin', I'm buggin', sittin' on my porch So confused, chewin' on some bubblegum I was always taught to use my manners with the misses But please, stay away from the hoes and snithes And I was always reached for the sky, I dont know why Ima little bitty kid wit' a whole buncha gangsta wishes When I grow up, you just wait, Ima be so straight And everything's gonna be so marvelous No more borrowin' from the neighbors, no more haters No more blowin' Nintendo cartridges Ima have it made in the shade, Ima be so paid And my fam, get 'em off that payin' them bills Matta fact Im schemin' my way on up out this hood, I'll be good When I ditch these trainin' wheels
[Chorus] Diamond in the back I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' in the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' in the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) And I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' in the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' in the scene with a gangsta lean)
Diamond in the, diamond in the, diamond in the...
[Verse 2] I'm sick and tired of ridin' public transportation Been patient waitin' on my set of wheels I'm willin' to do what it takes, whatever the stakes In order to get myself some dollar bills It's too many holes in my socks, and I'm ready to box Anyone tellin' me I need better shoes And I aint the only one trippin', or makin a fuss My older cousin need some cheddar too He thinkin' 'bout comin' up on the lick, to get it quick It involves that local corner store I overheard him say he knew who works there And whatever they do, dont let the owner know I hope he come back with enough to let me borrow some change At least for the summer And if he dont let me borrow nothin, but ask me what I want Ima tell him I wanna...
[Chorus] Diamond in the back I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) Could use a (sunroof top) Sho' wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) Sho' wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
Diamond in the, diamond in the, diamond in the...
[Verse 3] Why cant I walk with a limp mama? wont be no drama For goodness sakes, Im just a kid Had to get my whoopin' in fo's, I was just a po' Like there no remorse for what I did Gotta learn the hard way, when runnin' them streets How some just creep, really just to eat a meal "I coulda swore it was mine," what I used to tell the po-pos What I left to rob and steal Man, I gotta earn for a livin', aint nobody givin' me nothin' Find somethin' I love to do Hmm, what about that pimpin'? It's good tippin' Tax free, and I know a lot of people that love to screw Yeah, it's just a way of the world, with boys and girls I'm adjustin' to my environment This government cheatin' us, so I'll cheat 'em back Why cant work feel like retirement?
[Chorus] Diamond in the back I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) Could use a (sunroof top) Sho' wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wish I had a (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) And I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)
We sendin' this one out from everybody, I mean to everybody from the H-town to the A-town and world wide so get your lighters, get your drank, and I'll tell you what I'm so fucked up, and screwed up if anybody try to blow my Hi you know what Ima tell'em
I felt better than I ever felt befo' I'm, Intoxicated but maintaining self control I, I took a swig I had a jug chug-a-lug I'm loud and clear, I had some bud I lit it up and then I made it disappear, 'Cause my magic tricks are so fabolous, this shits hazardous, got amateurs smokin' cannibus if you mad at this damnit then
Fuck you (8x's)(Im screwed up)
I take'a, Call to my dog trying to split the blunt and break it up Three wheel motion purple potion I got to shake it up I tried to kick the habit(what happen')but it keep callin' me Abracadabra its a magic trick I smoked up all the weed, Zig Zags and golden wraps got my mind gone, Drugs dont effect my work I still get my grind on
Fuck you (8x's)(Im screwed up)
Im leanin' like the tower of pisa and a syrum sqeezer, Come close to my stash and get treated as if I'm Ebaneeza, Im throwed, blowed matter fact lets call this thrower potion, IM SCREWED UP, so no wonder thangs are in slower motion, I gots to have it, can't kick the habit I've tried to shake it, The drug experiment stage if you mistaken then
Fuck you (8x's)(Im screwed up)
Im from, Screwed up Texas, we drive wreckless, And then we peel off, You aint had shit until you smoke sweet tooth in jack frost, Hit it twice but dont cough(dont cough), you gotta take it mannn, if it's a record for smokin' Im bout' to break it mann, Me and Luda puffin Buda We in a black couga' on sab jewelers you try to jack us we grab rulers,
Fuck you (8x's)(Im screwed up)
How can I say it plain, that Im off that Mary Jane, And if its true what they say then I dont know how many cells is left in my fuckin' brain, But Ima keep on writtin and lightin' minez to these hungry rappers And tell the hood that I hire Niggaz and Fire crackers, On the 4th of July, open your eyes, Im jokin stupid, I love all races but if you hatin my music then
Fuck you (8x's)(Im screwed up)
I love my, occupation, we never have to take a piss test, Fuck a 9-to-5 cause Im always gettin rest, I wake up to breakfast in head, You wake up to breakfast in bed, Should I drop my H2, Hmmm, I can take the lexus instead Pimpin aint dead, but I leave you niggaz dead from all this pimpin', Im ridin' spinners "like a pimp" thats why Im limpin'
Fuck you (8x's)(Im screwed up)
All substances thats controlled thats how this story goes, I pop the cap broke the ice and Lil' Flip done broke the mold, I'm so cold, I think I see dead people, Knaw, thats just my homies passed out in the Regal believe it, The potency is so strong if you notice me I'M CALM, Cool and collected and if you disrespected then
Fuck you (8x's)(Im screwed up)
We doin' this for the playas that bang screw music, We dont pass out after 8 blunts(Why), because we use to it, Me and Cris like chee-chee-chong, So hurry bring out the weed and the bones Cause if it aint Grade-A-Trees, we gotta leave it alone And to my homie screw, you know I gotta hold it down And if they want it then they gotta come and take the crown
Fuck you (8x's)(Im screwed up)
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Haaa, So there you have it Sendin this one out to all my drankers, And all my smokers, united and lighted we stand and
we fall and if you wanna pass the sobriety rebel out and test this
Keep bustin got damnit, and whoever said niggaz in the south cant rhyme
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