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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
Click, click Click, click Yeah Click, click DTP nigga! [Infamous 2-0] I started with ten mack tens And ten clips and ten pens Got ten times richer in the span of ten years Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men [Fate Wilson] At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs [Ludacris] Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks Watching eight flicks You's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lips I figure eight when my mind goes in circles DID I DO THAT or was it Mystikal and Urkel? [Infamous 2-0] On to 7 Ak 47, so what? I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck Then put seven in your chest seven days a week And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep [Chorus] It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4 3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door These DTP niggas come ready for war So don't start the fucking game If you won't settle the score [Fate Wilson] I got six hoes distributing on six blocks It's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing Six gun shots left One pint of Vodka before this pimp will hit It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket [Ludacris] Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus Then smack you so hard that you have to come with 2Pacalypse Five stars, twenty rims, five cars I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars [Infamous 2-0] I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floor For you niggas talkin' shit I'm fixin' to show you what for I did four months in the bing instead of a hearst Now it's DTP for life, dog for better or worse [Fate Wilson] I fuck three best friends Ran on all three the same game In these streets I'm a murderer I got three alias names I'm three times insane Three shots will cave your brain On 3 fire and ready, cock back and aim [Chorus] It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4 3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door These DTP niggas come ready for war So don't start the fucking game If you won't settle the score [Ludacris] I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunition But at Friday the 13th What's up now superstition? I'm a two timer with a couple of twins Double jeopardy With a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz [Fate Wilson] I got one motto get dough till your gone I got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoes I'm numero uno with one more before I go If you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow [Infamous 2-0] And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me Because I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys 0-6 is my clique along with PC Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Shondrez [Ludacris] It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1 Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1 Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4 3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door These DTP niggas come ready for war So don't start the fucking game If you won't settle the score |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
All this drinking gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck But some niggaz just relly don't give a fuck And all this drinking gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Now let me be quite Frank Cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda Always got a drink And I'm steady smoking buddah I do the Evil that'll bend you when I get you I'mma sit you down Then take it to the mental and essential and clown Every chance I get Bitch I'm hit Not by no bullet or no pellet But the smoke from the can a beer shit I might just be too high Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again So when I get old I'mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos Steward Ave. Homes Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo Doublin' dough 24-7 Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend Runnin wit 2 strike felons And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron Then'll smoke a L Bust shells And dare ya to tell Walk up in the club Pretty thug Fucked up off head shots Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's hot Shaking tits and twats Placing big face 20's and cock Loading clips and glocks Knowing we got the haters hot The ballin' don't stop Just drop more G's on drink and drugs Live it up young nigga cause it's gon' catch up Now wit the help of Hen and Coke I grab my pen and pad and wrote Something that I knew was dope And represent for my kinfolk Pimp a hoe until she broke Wit mo lines than chopped coke Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King But I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretta My shit even come out better Grab a blunt put it together What a nigga really need Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker til he bleed Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out Or the club get closed out If it's hoes out I show out Call Tyheed get Dro'd out There's no doubt I love my life Love the light Love to write Love the mic So take a drag Grab a bag and match up Hennessey and bad weed Believe me it catch up Git it right Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL We are the dirty south's dirtiest. Disturbing the peace. Hey bring on the bitches!! |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
Girl we might has well see whats up wit these niggas (ring....2020--)Hello.. (girl)hello yeah whats u. oh oh whats up..(hey)yo this is 2020..hey hey cris ris..soask em if they comin ova)oh ok--yea yea so whats up man so whats up are yall gonna come through or not? yea we comein through there alright not so bad..let me go on and tell you how to get here..you ready? (girl) yea (guy)... ok you go aww shi...le-le let me let cris tell ya hold on hold on (girl)..alright cris..hella girl..yea cris...yea ok you go umm 85 south (ok) you gonna get off old national highway, make a left, your gonna come all the way down till you get to creole road make a right on creole (ok) and you just gonna keep comin down you gonna see this big ass white mansion on the right hand side (word) hell yea there gonna be a convertable jag in the driveway (what) range rover all black hell yea (shit now)we like right next door and shit in this hud house yea the door kinda fucked up so your gonna have to uh climb through the window is that cool? (girl)What the fuck! Hell na nigga |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
I hate it when it's too many niggaz, not enough hoes Too many rookies, not enough pros The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my dick, BEOTCH!! I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOL We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels No holds barred but obey the block rules Cock tools put chlorine in record pools Are there anyone like ya (HELL NAW!!) I treat humans like students (FAIL Y'ALL) So turn ya books to page 69 and start suckin When Organized drop the tracks then start duckin When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin { Girl: You wanna be startin some'n } Get out the booth and lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down do's Save all the H20 for front rows Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes Stay chromed out and that's on or off road If you know what I mean proceed to stay clean Light skinded nigga turn red but get green Inhale some of that 'dro but blow steam Love a combination big ass and tight jeans { Girl: Boy you done lost yo' mind } No I've lost my virginity And I shot click like that fool shot Kennedy What's the remedy Hennessey Coke If you cut all your money you'd still be half broke Ashes to ashes smoke or get smoked We come by the masses you come and get choked If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope So now we eatin lobster shrimp and things And watch for imposters that's been in the game We invented the game and y'all just got hip { Dude: Man what's that smell } PROBABLY YO UPPER LIP Cause I love to walk around like my shit don't stank Even if it's cigars and that purple color dank Chillin in the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks So put this in yo' jaw like weiners and beef franks I put too much sugar in my Kool..Aid And party like a kid wit a high top fade Arrive to a show and I like to get paid Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats I'm on the right page but what's my format I wave to the ocean cause I'm where shores at And women go nuts just like my bozack Did you know that? Man I'm the gift of change Electric stoves so give me the keys to the Range Shagadelic, beautiful but strange Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flames Rearrange, same broad different night Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right The bomb threaten dude that's on yo same flight The highlight's that I live a high ass life |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
what (what), what (what), what (what), what (what) I (I), I (I), I (I), I (I) [Pastor Troy] OK, come on, what [Ludacris & Pastor Troy] what (what), what (what), what (what), what (what) oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oohhhh) Get off me, but I'm on you all day Get off me, I don't think you wanna play You wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me cause you way too dusty, and rusty, and musty You betta shop that make you pop up from lock up but you tell your folks to hold you're jack up to back up (to back up) I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room It ain't nothinnnnn A a watch out watch out, boom Call me the hit man, 'cuz I make you wanna call time-out Then I make your mom cry-out, when I take your whole spine out then watch me take ya, and fake ya, and shake ya, and break ya and see you on hoooome to your maker You should give up now for talkin shit like that But then you nothing, you garbage you betta' watch ya' back (OK, OK now) Now it's the Pastor, shook 'em, showin my mooooooves I'm in that 2000 excursion Ridin on 22's, I hear da boom But booms just get me more crunk It's the DSGB forever [Luda] Ridin on pump I stunk, or did I say stunk, I meant stank (UN huh) I think I'll take it please, or in another coffee break you aint, but you can pretend to be homey I'm stiff arming these busters just as soon they get on me |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
Hooooooooo (Ho) Youza Hoooooo (Ho) Youza Hoooooo (Ho) I said that youza hooooo (Ho)(Ludacris) You doin ho activities With ho tendencies Hos are your friends, hoes are your enemies With ho energy to do whacha do Blew whacha blew Screw whacha screw Yall professional like DJ Clue, pullin on my coat tail an why do you think you take a ho to a hotel? Hotel everybody, even the mayor Reach up in tha sky for tha hozone laya Come on playa once a ho always And hos never close they open like hallways An heres a ho cake for you whole ho crew an everybody wants some cuz hoes gotta eat too Cant turn a ho into a housewife Hos dont act right Theres hos on a mission, an hoes on a crackpipe Hey ho how ya doin, where ya been? Prolly doin ho stuff cuz there you ho again Its a ho wide world, that we livin in feline, feminine, fantastical, women Not all, just some You ho who you are Theres hoes in tha room, theres hoes in tha car theres hoes on stage, theres hoes by tha bar hos by near, an hos by far Ho! (But can i getta ride?!) NO! (Cmon, nigga why?!) Cuz youza You gotta run in your pantyhos Even your daddy knows that you suckin down chocolate like daddy-o's You hos are horrible, horrendous On taxes ya'll writin off hos as dependents I see tha ho risin it aint surprisin its just a hoasis with ugly chicks faces but hos dont feel so sad and blue cuz most of us niggaz is hos too Muthafuckas im so tiired of yall niggaz always talkin bout hos this, hos that, you tha muthafuckin ho nigga I wasnt no ho last night (Ho) Ok, hold on |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
Hooooooooo (Ho) Youza Hoooooo (Ho) Youza Hoooooo (Ho) I said that youza hooooo (Ho) (Ludacris) You doin ho activities With ho tendencies Hos are your friends, hoes are your enemies With ho energy to do whacha do Blew whacha blew Screw whacha screw Yall professional like DJ Clue, pullin on my coat tail an why do you think you take a ho to a hotel? Hotel everybody, even the mayor Reach up in tha sky for tha hozone laya Come on playa once a ho always And hos never close they open like hallways An heres a ho cake for you whole ho crew an everybody wants some cuz hoes gotta eat too Cant turn a ho into a housewife Hos dont act right Theres hos on a mission, an hoes on a crackpipe Hey ho how ya doin, where ya been? Prolly doin ho stuff cuz there you ho again Its a ho wide world, that we livin in feline, feminine, fantastical, women Not all, just some You ho who you are Theres hoes in tha room, theres hoes in tha car theres hoes on stage, theres hoes by tha bar hos by near, an hos by far Ho! (But can i getta ride?!) NO! (Cmon, nigga why?!) Cuz youza You gotta run in your pantyhos Even your daddy knows that you suckin down chocolate like daddy-o's You hos are horrible, horrendous On taxes ya'll writin off hos as dependents I see tha ho risin it aint surprisin its just a hoasis with ugly chicks faces but hos dont feel so sad and blue cuz most of us niggaz is hos too Muthafuckas im so tiired of yall niggaz always talkin bout hos this, hos that, you tha muthafuckin ho nigga I wasnt no ho last night Ho, bring yo ass! (Ho) Ok, hold on |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
Eastside, eastside nigga wha? (Eastside, eastside nigga what?) I'm talk bout da Westside, westside nigga wha? (Westside, westside nigga wha?) Northside, northside nigga wha? (Northside, northside nigga wha?) Southside, southside nigga wha? (Southside, southside nigga wha?) Good luck, time to get hood stuck Caldasac trap, Mr. Good Stuff Ludacris give me 20 push-ups Last summer, got da hook up You know what I did Who'd eva thought up they grew up on one of the BeBe Kids Type of rat, sat on my ass And fiendin' for cash Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pass Now what we got 'round here is a 20-20 twins and whats up in my hand, is a bottle of Gin I love women so I'm in it to win it In it to green In it to get in it and get in it again You got two booties so you whippin yo chin And I don't blame you I lay in da sand, ya'll lay in da snow and make angels My ice piece dangle make my chest look older Touch it and fall apart like yo High school folder I'ma Trojan man, BHS hall supplier Shady park resident and southside Rider Get back, time to get hood jacked Gold chain, took dat World of Ghetto fabolous Dopeboys and Hoodrats Becareful what you look at cause you lookin to long You might go blind in my briefs cause my dick is too long I'm gettin nutt while I'm singin this song and there is enough for everybody in da party while ya'll hittin da bong But ya'll be hittin my schlong you play the flute quite nicely When teeth interrupt, you can watch as I get fiesty Oh no, you suckas didn't request back up Broads I seem to rack up When I pull da gold acta Get slapped up Drove up da wall Put it in Reverse you can hope for the best, but expect the worst You at a place like some D's on a Hurst Its quite funny Phat Rabbit, playboy bunny It seems as if thats what I need Filthy south and Ds Thats why I roll in from da Southside breeze Give it to me now Your pick time to get hood sick Hit'em wit a good lick Clean out yo house from da couch to da toothpick EastSide Ruthless WestSide leave 'em clueless my Northside mackers got dis broads actin foolish And do this for a living while you stuck up in yo cubicle Nightlife runnin dis streets, it sounds beautiful Women break a cuticle Ballas break bread Southside, I represent it till I'm dead What wha |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
Look, when it all comes down to it... we ain't have shit its word of mouth Ludacris, 4-ize, its like dis I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust then give you a $80 dolla certificate to Pussies 'R Us I eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but da crust So you can feel what its like with instinct but no guts A sack wit no nutts or A mack wit no sluts Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched They call me Seymour Butts Cause I get more ass than most they say next and got dat butta love and get too close Follow da leader cause I'm meaner than Abdulablugata My trials of more quest than midnight Marauders its all Pina Coladas No cops and robbaz Takin' trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas I hump more than Llamas Get rolled more than tires If you say I'm not nice, than you a mothafuckin' liar entitled to your Opini-um into the next millenium So many major coins that I thought I had a Millio-um ng to blow up the earth with my few dirty ??? explosive space modulator Buda, we praise you, meditatior Drop squad interrogator 85 percent regulator the Educator and the Almighty Creator Dedicator The seperator, of fiction I start friction smoking hay without the crucial confliction 4-Ize prescription Microphone, Jackie Stallone Psychic Prediction Egytian describition of my psychical, my flesh is weak and its pitiful Spiritiual is ed up to da Invisibile Umbilical Cord of my Lord Kumbiya Devine ??? Remove paper of tar from every cigar I slap authority like the boy Ja Ja Half Allah, Half Anti-christ superstar Rockin da microphone wit a hand like Mr. Claw While I'm hitting Three... Harder than Sonny Bono Double Dragon mixed up within a Volvo I kill villians in Slow Mo for talkin crazy in my Dojo Got nothing to lose like I'mma Boxcar hobo When I get Ludacris with bridges on da promo Niggaz wanna clown, I'm homie and Bozo Cause in the grandprize game my life is callin like Dojo the name sticks like ??? I keep it reala than alien autopsy photo You similiar to a Spice Girl going solo You lost like ??? or a dog named Toto My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo ??? Promos Virgo, bust ass like a mothafuckin' Homo Como.. Estes? Tony Del Negro Built to destroy these kid's blocks of Legos Lego my Eggo cause I say so Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted Manifested, Elevated, I uplifted The Elevator, the esclator, Thats not a knife Thats a knife Pocket out and leave the Alligator Wrestler Cause I hustle Ya Unda da china Big Trouble, Little Sewer but I still find ya Cause I'm thinking Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky Yo, my third eye is blinky |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
I be that nigga named Luda AKA Lova lova Fuck that Shit Nigga what you wanna say One Time South Side lets ride And if you love what you do Do what you feel Then I know you gon mark my word I drop shit like birds And its about that time for yo ass to get served Just lay it on down Just lay it on down While we relax to the tight raps And the fat tracks That the nigga Timbaland put down Oh yes Lets get it on down to the nitty grit Don?t have no time for no petty shit Cause I got more dick than a little bit And time flies when I havin fun I can make a ho get like Forest Gump and just run Baby run I guess that they can't handle this The brother just too scandals If you don?t wanna get freaked Get up out my way just like in an ambulance Getty up getty up right on to the real And death to the fake And tell your boyfriend just to chill Don?t playa hate Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes While I kinda tell you whats I want to do ( ) Let me touch it Let me feel it Let me grab it That fat rabbit () Fatter than fat Fat like a dub sack Showin em where that loves at So open up yo eyes and get a surprise like In Cracker jacks Pooh Nan Don Happy Giving up that nappy dugout Get the cut up then I cut out Why you standing there wit yo butt out And its always in the back of my mind Whatever the place whatever the time Even in college park after dark Im a get that sunshine Closer than close Closer than most then Im all up in ya For beginners give me a thigh, breast and leg Like Mrs. Winner?s And let dinner be served Can I get it on a platter Shatter yo blatter And put so much light in yo life Ill make the roaches scatter The wetter the better Im ready to get ya Got to have that rabbit like that cheddar So I could freak you like I just met ya Hot like a sauna get comfy like in a Cadillac Nic nack paddy wack Give a dog a bone jack Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes While I kinda tell you what I wants to do ( ) () Your love is supercalafragalistic You don?t know how bad I missed it If its broke then don?t fix it Yo stuff is butta like a biscut Reminisce like Mary I got to pop that cherry Kind of like that coochie You wanna be my hoochie Better than my adversary Don?t be so scarey I never thought that you could act up Make a nigga wanna back up Keep it tight for the night While I wet this track up So we can slip and slide Make you wanna dip and dive Trippin while we rip and ride Til I get you to come inside Got you where I want your ass In the case of an emergency brake the glass Keep yo eyes on the present And erase the past And be happy if we got more blunts to pass Get done up and run up In the guts of ya butt Don?t shake like it used to I wake em up like a rooster Take it slow not fast In a turbo buster No worry No hurry No pain no gain Better keep yo eyes on strain Cause ain?t a damn thing changed maine Sit back relax and just take off yo shoes While I gotta tell you what I wants to do Yeah ( |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
Uh, Cadillac grills Cadillac mills Check out the oil my Cadillac spills Matter fact candy paint Cadillac's kill So check out the ho's my Cadillac fills 20 inch wide 20 inch high Oh don't you like my 20 inch ride 20 inch thighs make 20 inch eyes Hoping for American 20 inch pies Pretty ass clothes pretty ass toes Oh how I love these pretty ass ho's Pretty ass high class anything goes Catch em in the club throwing pretty ass bows Long jime jaws long jime stalls Any stank puss make my long jime pause Women on they cells making long time calls And if they like to juggle give em long jime's balls All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin ass niggas wit the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the flo nigga throw them bowls All my women in the house if you chasing cash And you got some big titties wit a matching ass Wit ya fly ass boots or ya open toes When ya get on the flo nigga throw them bowls Dirty south mind blown dirty south bread Catfish fried up dirty south fed Sleep in a cot pickin dirty south bed Dirty south guls give me dirty south head Hand me down flip flops hand me down socks Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks Hand me down a 50 pack swisher sweets box And goodfella rich niggas hand me down rocks Mouth full of platinum mouth full of gold Forty glock cal keep your mouth on hold Lie through your teeth you could find your mouth cold Rip out ya tongue cause of what ya mouth told Sweat for the lemonade sweat for the tea Sweat from the hot sauce sweat from the D And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me Hit by stars hit by cars Drunk of the liquor getting hit by bars Keep your girl close cause she's hit by far Hit by the Neptune's hit by guitars Afro Picks afro chicks I let my soul glow from my afro dick Rabbit out the hat pullin afro tricks Afro American afro thick Overall country overall jeans Overall Georgia we overall clean Southern Hospitality we overall mean Overall triple overall beams Thugged out niggas wear thugged out chains Thugged out blocks playing thugged out games All black tinted up thugged out range DTP stay doing thugged out thangs 2x (Nigga throw them bowls) (Nigga throw them bowls) (Nigga throw them bowls) (Nigga throw them bowls |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
Yeah nigga got that Ludacris Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click And you know what i'm tired of? I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas So if you see one you know what you do? Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up Put ya hands up where I can see em see em see em Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be em be em be em Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour For the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollars I'm from Texas nigga it get hectic nigga People depending on me I can't neglect it niggas Cause the game is deeper than just working off the beeper If the paper ain't right then we calling a sweeper To clean up the problems and straighten the mess So nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya vest This ain't the east or the west the 'bama weed or the stress I'm young pimpathal author and we done passed the test And we smoking the best everywhere that we go And when our records come out them bitches sell out the sto' Stayin throat on the 'dro and keep that thang on the flo' Want my momey up front when we come for the show Y'all can play wit ya paper but i'm dyin for mine So while y'all buying them watches i'ma stay on the grind Fuck Nigga Hallow laid hollow sprayed I'm the hollow man I get to my fuckin point wit my hollow plan Hollow bullets I pull it i'm about to live in vain And then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain It's mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin gauge Catch you in concert and then wipe you |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
This Friday performing live
At the civic center You heard him on Phat Rabbit wit Timbaland. "I be that... named Luda AKA L.O.V.A." You heard him wit Jermaine Dupri on Sony PlayStation's John Matten 2000 Now, now, now see him perform live at the civic center For 3 shows only It's Ludacris Tickets for the first show are not available Because it's Sold Out Tickets for the second show (are not available) You got it right, Sold Out And Tickets for the 3rd & final show have been Sold Out. So hold up. What the fuck am I doin' this shit for? |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
Y?all got a problem come see me I be that Nigga named Luda Alert, Alert It?s the At alien intruder Collage Park water boy spit in the ca cooler I Jam till they Def They call me Slick Dick the rula Women indeed Keep your eyes closed Bold flows Con out them clothes hoes Low pros low blows Watch out for them Po Po?s And I chose to be that number 1 contender Southern offender Fucking up your whole agenda When I walk you try to run When I run you try to hide You skate at the snap of my finger Call me golden glide It?s you and I Do or die Who am I I got a pocket full of family stones Cats think I sly Why try You one of those niggas that like to cheat death And I one of them niggas that rip out Exersions until there are no seats left You shit and wheat chex And fart out deep breaths While we toss darts at the bottom of y?all V-necks (Who Cris aw that niggas aight that nigga cant fuck wit me though let me get on tha mic who tha fuck are you) I be that nigga Bronze Bridges Playas wanna ball but go on strike Cause of my pitches They think I want they bitches But I don?t want no pigeons Yet pigeons can scrub my dishes And y?all don?t want no scrubs Until y'all pullout ya extensions Y?all in school detention and never come out Man I?ll cut your Achilles tenden and put a sock in yo mouth Cause we the shit in the south Fate know what I talking about Ya see we Jack and we Daniel Y?all Earl and Ralph Four eyes twirl it out Lick it dry it send it to flames Not even Joshua can come to war wit these games These bitch niggas is lame And coming down wit the rain You all wet behind the ears but its A drought in your brain. And that?s just simply and plain main Three W dot shh Man that dude Luda got some hot shh Man shut the fuck up Before you get cut the fuck up (Hold on man hold on lil buddy ya'll talkin bout shawty man shawty up on tha radio stations shawty be poppin man man let his name be known who ya'll talkin about) I be that nigga that lova lova I nastier than thinking about your parents Sex each other No glove no love Better tell your dick to run for cover So when lightning strikes You?ll be safe wit a few rubbers If you know what I mean Not everybody?s Mr. and Mrs. Clean Some get burned like Freddie Cruggers Sweat dreams Girls backing they ass up Now they 400 Degrees ha Hot girl Tryin to give it to niggas up on the block girl Have you screaming stop girl I rock worlds Wit my nine-inch Louisville slugger Still wonder why they call me Lover Lover Self explainectorian Ass valedictorian I bring them back to the future like a 85 Delorian The Luda drug Emporian On the counter descriptions You like my Diction And my doctor nurse conventions Place the stethascope real close to your tittie And have your butt cheeks Redman Like Uncle Quilly |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
Ludacris 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 ( 4x) |
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from How High (하우 하이) [ost] (2001)
Ludacris 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 ( 4x) |
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from Rush Hour 2 (러시 아워 2) by Lalo Schifrin [ost] (2001)
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 |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
I've got hoes
I've got hoes in different area codes area codes hoes hoes hoes in different area codes area codes Now you thought I was just 7 7 0 And 4 0 4 I'm worldwide bitch act like yall don't know It's the abominabol O man Globe trot international post man Neighbor dick dope man 7 1 8's 2 0 2's I send small cities and states I O U's 9 0 1 matter fact 3 0 5 I'll jump off the d 4 we can meet outside So control your hormones and keep your drawers on 'Til I close the door and I'm jumping your bone 3 1 2 3 1 3 2 1 5 8 0 3 Read your horoscope and eat some hor derves Ten I pump one these hoes is self serve 7 5 7 4 1 0 my cell phone says overload I've got hoes I've got hoes in different area codes area codes hoes hoes hoes in different area codes area codes Now everyday is a holiday So stop the violence and put the 4 4 away keeps you to hold today 5 0 4 9 7 2 7 1 3 whatcha gon do You checkin up the scene I'm checkin a ho tonight With perpendicular vehicular homicide 3 1 4 2 0 1 Too much green too much fun I bang cock in Bangkok Can't stop I turn and hit the same spot Think not I'm the thrilla in Manilla Schlong in Hong Kong Pimp em like vision magic Don Juan Man after Henny with a coke and a smile I just pick up the muthafuckin phone and dial I got my condoms in a big ass sack I'm slaggin this dick like a New Jack biatch Is it cuz they like my gangsta walk Is it cuz they like my gangsta talk Is it cuz they like my handsome face Is it cuz they like my gangsta ways Whatever it is they love it And they just won't let me be I handle my biz don't rush me Just relax and let me be free Whenever I call come running 2 1 2 or 2 1 3 You know that I ball stop frontin 'For I call on something to free I've got hoes I've got hoes in different area codes area codes hoes hoes hoes in different area codes area codes 9 1 6 4 1 5 7 0 4 Shout out to the 2 0 6 Everybody in the 8 0 8 2 1 6 7 0 2 4 1 4 3 1 7 2 1 4 2 8 1 3 3 4 2 0 5 I see ya 3 1 8 6 0 1 2 0 3 8 0 4 4 0 2 3 0 1 9 0 4 4 0 7 8 5 0 7 8 0 5 0 2 And different area codes |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris
Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor .. it's goin down [DTP] Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo' Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South 'Cris (yeah) you ready? [Ludacris] Oh it's my turn? Aiight.. I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?) She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg lock (ohh) She said she like the way I stick and make the bed rock or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock, and it's on So stop the sweatin like a wristband And get some balance like a bike without the kickstand I think I changed the definition of a hit man Cuz I could really give a fuck about that bitch man, c'mon! We puttin holes in your residence And lose anybody for the right president We thugged out street niggaz with intelligence So all that bullshit you yappin is irrelevant Oh yeah, I represent the Dirty Southside I'm a dentist makin women open they mouth wide You be in jail still runnin it on the outside Thank not then won't ya open up ya mouth riiiight, but who cares? [Chorus: repeat 2X] I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh [Verse 2] Comin to Shady Park is like a peep show It's some respectable ladies and there some freak hoes I know killers that go to church up in they street clothes You'll end up missin more than Shaq when shootin free throws They packin and bout to open up the dope spot My neighborhood is stoppin cars like a roadblock They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin boat rock And catchin ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never happen And meanwhile I been thinkin man Niggaz been slangin tapes like they slangin 'caine Cuz in the hood its gettin ugly like orangutang So if you tryin to stop the hustle get the dangalang Okay, we tryin to make our own White House Paint it black and start yellin our fuckin pipes out You try to tackle some players and you'll get psyched out They can't fuck with us niggaz you think they dyked out, so don't play [Chorus] [Verse 3] Disturbin The Peace, we do that funky shit Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey clique See Dre'll throw on them shades, and make that funky shit And keep y'all women away if they got funky clit Understand, we got that dough and it get rolled up You pay the price and still we got the block sold up Aint nothin nice a full house don't make you fold up You full of heist and try to jet and I'm like - hold up, god damn - I need to say it on a megaphone And tell your sister get the fuck up off the telephone These fools is tickin me off like fifty metronome I'm takin all of ya money just call me Pebbletone! Alright? I got the pistol and the safe key You betta tell your bitch to follow you to safety How dare you wanna be heroes and chase me It's Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why? [Chorus] Funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit uh Do that funky shit uh Do that funky shit |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
*It ain't no one to trust but me
And I got to make sure that I take care of my family And it ain't no choices 'cause it's cold outside (It's cold outside) And to my niggas on the block On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks You hear the voices say it's cold outside (It's cold outside) I'm hiding out and smokin' herb because my boss is getting on my motherfucking nerves But I got to take it 'cause it's cold outside (It's cold outside) See rappin' is my only way My mama told me just to save it for another day But I got to make it cause it's cold outside (It's cold outside) Man, I can hear that wind blowing You say it don't get cold in CP Well niggas it's been snowing Even though some might disagree When business is still slowing Even if we subject to change Come up out them diamonds and rings Even all them dollars and change Nigga we home-grown And to those that couldn't take the pressure Nigga they long gone Skeet 25 lighters on dressers Or you'll get zoned on They be puttin' them bodies in bags They be cuttin' them bodies on slabs Then go to somebody and brag Got to keep a straight face Better keep inside with your know Got to find a safe place Better stay in silence or go Or end up a waste case Pick figure it's more stuff to do Pick nigger it's more folks than you Pick never come close to a clue I put my life on it Want to disrespect give me your neck And I'll put a knife on it Some say it's slippery when wet But my Roll got ice on it It's all about supply and demand It's all about me buying some land You folks just don't understand That uh * Repeat Man, I see the clouds coming Y'all see a man on the moon walking I see a crowd running and the APD steadily talking 'Cause we done found something And it's not as good as it seems Oh I wish I could get some cream And get up out of the hood with some dreams I'm peepin' hard crimes See the system's fucked up And they givin' out some hard times Heard one of these ??? And my people snortin' hard lines Locked up and they didn't do a thang Locked up because of the pressure and pain Locked up because they wouldn't do the same And I see the case close I can't ask no questions, and it's over 'Cause they say so I ain't learned no lessons, but these snitches Better lay low Or we gonna be chopping some heads And we gonna be rocking some beds And we gonna be dropping some eggs We walk a long road Trying to find the essence of self But I picked the wrong clothes 'Do rag with a gat under my belt 'Cause life's throwing strong blows But I keep a little hope and some dreams And I try to stay focused and clean But I got a little dope and some green 'Cause uh * Repeat I can see them shamed faces Man, y'all look at me like y'all grew up In the same places Scams and dirty work came up on A day to day basis Now they got to re-up and re-bag And they got to re-up and re-slab Then they got to be up and be bad This game'll NEVER end Excuse my French, but Goddammit I got some clever friends They might get set back by some wench But that bitch'll never win It's all about the way of the world It's all about the way of them girls It's all about them diamonds and pearls We waiting too long But the DEC and Southwest Atlanta Is too strong We might bring that soap out and wash up And throw them suits on Coming in the court with some pride 'Cause we ain't got nothing to hide Just didn't know what laws to abide I play the cards dealt And I bought a full house and I watched The woman's heart melt See my mama's cooled out and she's crying 'Cause it's heart-felt It's all about supply and demand It's all about me buying some land You folks just don't understand That uh * Repeat |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay. Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty when you hear it. The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring. Luda throw some grapes on these bitches! [Ludacris] These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn! They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty; what I'm 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda By way of A-T-L; if you disagree don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly It's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline It's Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines I'm fly, even when I get high I work cash And even got my coats bumped up to first class I'm boss to all employees - and I'm here to teach the principle Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of this shit man. Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get a nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit. Man for real. Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga; man that nigga garbage. Man I got talent too, the nigga ain't hearin me. Man iii-iiiis this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris. 'Cris, f'real man. FUCK YOU NIGGA, MAN FUCK YOU! [Ludacris] Fuck you too! What you wanna do, scrawny nigga But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as SHIT I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a CLIQUE You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos And comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitos I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos With five strippers, four wives and three amigos I go scuba divin in Bays at Montego I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo I used to run numbers in line they caled me BINGO Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled And I stay with more BULLETS than yo' Billboard singles Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applause he is definitely all f'real - yaseeI'msayin? Ha ha I be fuckin with him all the time, yahhmean? I'm sayin, I used to just (?) now home come through he want filters a purple, he want quarters a purple now. I want y'all to trip with it man, I woulda sold him a Coupe (?) we coulda played with, yaseewhatI'msayin? [Ludacris] Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack See piece of the bigger trap look at that God be rollin on that Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know Shady Park you heard just don't go Quick to flip the bird up po'-po' Makin the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show! Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go? Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak Tons of fun with guns Fuck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear Stop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare Come on, FIRE! And you know I can't stop 'til I re-TIRE! Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin on Vogue TIRES! Right down the avenue, passin you rapidly stackin In the back of the Cadillac and packin emergency action Camera, LIGHT LIGHTS, throwin a punch and then FIGHT FIGHT Packin a lunch and then BITE BITE, A-T-L stay TIGHT TIGHT I'm just tryin to save ya shorty. I'ma let you know it's real down heah. When you ride down that two-eighty-five, and you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave; cause dat where dem real niggaz at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or (?) Boulder to shave! Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. When you're goin down that ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you get to the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz at! Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga. |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
Cry Babies(oh No)
Ludacris (Word Of Mouf) [Chorus: Ludacris - repeat 2X] (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! [Verse One: Ludacris] 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 [Chorus] [Verse Two: Ludacris] 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 [Chorus] [Verse Three: Ludacris] 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 maggots in brauds and sticking '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 [Chorus - 2X] |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
*(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 * Repeat 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 * Repeat 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 * Repeat(x2) |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
It's two a.m. in the morning and it uhh..
light showers and you're probably hookin up with that girl that's been, two-wayin you all week. Her baby daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around. It's okay to check in that Motel 6. $59.95, not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho. Yeah. Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers - magnum I hope. This is Phazon Love and uhh, I love hoes. I just don't pay 'em! [Hook: Jagged Edge] Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up! Oh-whooooooo, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em [Ludacris] I'm kinda hopin that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C. So later on we'll be rollin Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch My niggaz never listen but I told 'em When I catch you at the game runnin game at the A.U.C. that later on we'd be bonin Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back that No wonder why you wakin up up swollen [Twista] I'm feelin you Luda', smokin my buddha, coochie recruiter Comin at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash on the back and leave it drippin down the crack of her ass Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin booty sucker silly puddy Killin for money, still a thug get bump; from some pokin and locomotion hittin bunnies, for threesome getcha buddy When I'm feelin scummy I love to cut [Ludacris] Tan skin so, butter soft I'm rippin the buttons off yo' - BLOUSE Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' - HOUSE Check the ratio of men to women and women to men when down - SOUTH Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo' - MOUTH So we love that k-k-k-k [Hook] [Twista] Now I got the feelin we can cut the hell out each other And I hope we be the same thang - freaks We can get the mattress goin eh-err, eh-err Handlin business while I bang bang - skeet Wash the dick off and kick off another session again I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors The pieces from the East is the shit and the flesh in the West is the best but Twista love them Chicago and South hoes [Ludacris] Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day Cum six times - but it's seven today Ludacris in the back of your Chev-e-rolet Ahh, ahh! What's my name? So magical I come and touch the game You motherfuckers really lust to gain Nothin but hatin and a look of disgust So it's must, stay Adrenaline Rush Wonderin why they don't be bustin the same [Twista] I'm clutchin my thang; stuffin in it, strokin it down, beat the stuff up Uh-uh shorty, don't run from it She give me the booty I'm breakin it off I can tell a stab by the way that she walk Fatty flickin like it was dubs on it Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels Pullin rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag befo' I tap it I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that k-k-k-k [Hook] [Ludacris] Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the bathtub Makin you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs It's killin me thinkin about the bottles that pop The models that swallow willin, up under my pillow stayin strapped up If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape So give me the rope you gettin wrapped up Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I'm fresh and fruity Ya duty's to figure the booty's gettin slapped up [Twista] I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head How I dip up in it we can make a video but I got the radio bumpin Jagged Edge by the bed When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist' But after we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together because now you gots to ride out - bitch! [Ludacris] Oh 'Cris, can you - do it again, that's what they askin me Hit skins, causin catastrophes Get pinned, by me and my family Sip gin, fulfillin yo' fantasies In yo condition I'm wishin you'll take a lickin and keep on tickin from thicker thighs Finger lickin never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes and you can tell she's a figure five, so we love that k-k-k-k [Hook] [Jagged Edge - repeat 2X] Cut up, gettin brains, in the Range We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs I like it when you let me try, anythang Cause girl I ain't got nothin but time Let a nigga get a little cut up girl I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy, where the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty. Can it be, Sheila E, Appalonia, Vanity, all mad at me? I'm the Prince dick of insanity. I'm good lovin, body-rockin, knockin boots all night long, we not stoppin. I don't care if the kids watchin, I stir it like motherfuckin coffee and brown sugar. Girls dem sugar. World class lover. Kama sutra, porno music producer. Tallywhacker is a rock hard storm trooper with a purple helmet, made for crushin pink cookies. Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies; and fat women, because they need love too. So go on big girl, whatchu gon' do |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
What the fuck's up!
DTP in this mother fucker And for all ya'll that don't like it Do one thing, get the fuck back 'Cause all my niggas iz ready Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna Let's show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace Get the fuck back, bitch (shooting and screaming in the background) *Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Fuck That! Get the fuck back! D-low make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Bronson, mutha fucker, give me more than three feet DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way I'll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots) See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass I'm from the southside, College Park G Road, niggas gone Ride when the beef starts Don't hold back, let the heat spark One's through his vest, one's through his chest Sleepy hollows put the niggas to rest, uh Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Shaw make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town better love that Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight What you know about projects, hoes, and murda whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga We pop bottles, bottles, right over you head, niggas Put nozzles, nozzles Right over your leg, niggas Our motto, motto Is kill 'em instead, niggas We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half But I use a full clip, cuz I'm a full fledged killa Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Fate make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight We the filthy niggas from the South, A-Town represent us Strong armin' motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixed tapes Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood oze I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse Just keep on pissin me off, like a week kidney And you will find your family reading your obituary These people tryin' to scrub the red off Stains they don't get off They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin head off I got a letter from the government, the other day They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay They on their way, three minutes to get the k Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and imma spray Fuck That! Get the fuck back! We make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Fuck That! Get the fuck back! We make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town better love that Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Repeat 2x [1st time Ludacris, 2nd time Fate] Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane They put me in a ward, imma have to maintain But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
*GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep,
GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep IF YOU'RE TIRED BE QUIET AND GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep Maaan, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (go to sleep) They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep 'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense Read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent Then about where your time spent Mess around get your guys hit; a ten HUUUT! I send Three-Six ol' sheeyit, nigga WHAAAT? If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or hell you would Nigga I got shotty's and semi's - I love 'dro and Henny All brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many I got QP's and halves - if we beefin' I blast You sleepin' I laugh, ask 'Cris, I'm off the rip I had this hoe who talked too much; I had to off the bitch 2-0, Mr. Crayola; niggas know what I mean 'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green And all you faggot- muthafuckas gotta know the routine * Repeat Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors I look for div-idends - I ain't lookin' for you hoes You bitch can't com-prehend; let me put one in you bro Let me put one in you bro, so you niggas can go to sleep So, lay down bitch; gimme all that you dreamed for Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boi It don't mean a thing, boi, for me that ain't gon' swing, boi Them god damn toys; do you know what I mean, boi? Now if you warrin' and runnin' from them Three-Six niggas This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga Or bustin' massive 'round some S.K. My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yo' cascade I'm strippin' bitches and I'ma ball fucker with a limp They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp And quick to sink her on the nigga 'cause this what it's 'bout We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth We Memphis niggas * Repeat North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mouth Nigga we be smokin' life; never shut ya Charlie Brown Memphis niggas in this bitch; pockets full, ya know we bail Hooked up with my nigga 'Cris, then we head to A-T-L Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "Fuck you hoe!" Nigga rollin' optimo, as long that white shit up they nose Mayn this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around Juicy J be high as fuck; catch me in the lost and found Better use common sense checkin' me out for bitch I can stand for And up, get yaself in this clique Without my tongue licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a slut Look, I'm from Gittero what? Southside niggas throw it up when it's time to get buck Niggas in the back of the club postin' up Waitin' for a nigga that's new to make it up Ass in, ain't no askin'; it's no tolerance as long bitch check in She wit' me, comments will only get'chu basically eternally resting So abide by the call of the streets If ya got a bitch better keep her on a leash ? gonna creep in ya home while you gone Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets * Repeat |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
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 |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
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 |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
Okay, I remember the days
High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades Troops, Lottos, and BK's, those was the days High tech boots spray painted witcha names T-shirts airbrushed that read the same Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial Harris Photos, group shots, can you remember? Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5 When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed Just to reiterate dog those was the days Fo' the invasions of haters, man crews from all around used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin Key Lo Rockin Damage, Cross Colour and Paco While playboys stepped in talent shows Prom night, tux and Kangol was so cool Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school) *We were tryin so hard Hard to survive Cause even though we were young We had to stay strong No matter what we went through It was me and my crew And that's how it went When we were kids In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown Hamwood and Diplomats Played with Transformers, G.I. Joe's and Thundercats We was lovin' that Before they started jackin jacks For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through College Park after dark, Crown Victorias police unmarked cars Be aware, Wayne Williams was out there, but we ain't care Kids was gettin stabbed and ditched out there too busy playin Double dare ya touch shorty on the ass, that's a bet Want your Kool-Aid and sugar, smack your hands and say "sweat" It's mine now place it in my Louis Vuitton pouch Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch Slouch socks, box Chevy Caprice Hot Niss, cut da whole Disturbin' Tha Peace wit no conscience, broke niggaz call 'em nonsense No comments, it's Lil' Fate payin homage to College Park * Repeat I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back With two sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches And set fires in garbage pales and cabbage patches A child of the corn been wild since I was born Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn Shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy Wherever I go they went they my buddies I brush teeth, brush naps and calm streets Dreamin' of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for ACTION! Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys And be with the people makin all that got damn noise, man * Repeat * Repeat |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
Yo hello
Luda What's up boy What's up nigga this is 20 Where you at Shit over here at the Texa-hoe filling up Yeah yeah I feel that Yo yo check it out Yo you still got that girl Stacy number from Valle-hoe No no I think I lost that Oh no c'mon man I'm trying to cut her man You can't check your Hoe-ledex or something Man hold on let me see dog Stacy, Stacy oh Chicag-hoe Nah nah nigga Valle-hoe Oh Ohio-hoe that's what you talking about Valle-hoe, Valle-hoe Man your ass here we hoe again Nah man I'm sitting here looking and I don't have it I don't see no Valle-hoe Fuck fuck man I'll call Shondrae Oh hey man congratulations I forgot to Tell you that shit didn't your sister Graduate today? Oh yeah dog you know what I'm saying Valor-dick-whorian and all man Yeah that's tight man Shit look I'm about to break out though dog what's up For real nigga where you feeling to hoe Yeah man I'm about to hit these roomster hoe's right quick. Oh nigga you can't come get me? Ah nigga I'm in the middle of howhere! |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
sister, mother so glad to see you
so glad your parol came through so glad everybody came out this morning we reading from the book of hush, today verse sixty-nine, come on somebody, come on somebody good to see all of you came out this morning even though some of you just leave at one twelve smellin like booty, and hennessee, come on cabasille double shots, ha-hah, it dont matter! [Chorus] Keep it on the hush, dont say nothing Aint gone be no talking, while Im doing my thang Keep it on the hush, dont say nothing Aint gone be no talking, while Im doing my thang [Ludacris] Im loving the way your legs go so far back, your one of those flexible girls I figure your daddy always said you was one of the best in this world But never the less in this world, Im just proffesional girl I teach 'em a lesson, have 'em stressin and confessin the girl How good it was, and how good it could be, if they just tried it Taking my double dosage skip the daily dick diet T-ried it, they so excited, and cant hide it Im trying to do my thang, but you gotta be quiet [Chorus] [Ludacris] Now even when i just come in your house and cover your mouth because your momma is home You grippin' the sheets and making a effort not to holler and moan You got to keep it on the hush, cause we in no rush You tellin' me its the little things that mean so much And its an illusion to think you can match what I can do best So if ya man call, tell him to put some hair on his chest But he dont even have to know, we keepin it on the low You walking it like a dog, and stay working it like a pro, so.. [Chorus] [Ludacris] Imma taste ya neck, and begin to nibble around your earlobes Down to your belly button, then im un-snappin' your bra thinkin' your titties are tryna tell me somethin Hard nipples, colder then ice-sicles Workin' it with my tounge, you can just tell me if it tickles Freaky deaky kinda sneaky, Ludacris and the gang Disturbin' the peace, we runnin' the streets and steady slangin' them thangs But you gotta keep the noise down, in order to keep the boy down Its joy all around, and you know how it sounds, if you just.. [Chorus - repeat til fade] [Preacher] As the crime scene evolves, the doors are open, the doors are open Look at you sister Johnson in the front row with thongs on, your legs open tryna tempt me keep it on the hush, i'll be over at about seven o'clock keep it on the hush, shhh |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
[*whistling*]
*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 * Repeat [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 * Repeat [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... * Repeat [*whistling*] |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
(repeat 6x) Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! (Chorus - "roll out!" in background) I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Twin glock .40s, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it? Where'd you get that matchin Benz with them windows tinted? Who them girls you be with when you be ridin through? Man I ain't got nothin to prove, I paid my dues Breakin the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin 'em, whewwwww! Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good? You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood? What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in that BAG? A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me (Chorus) Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it? That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did you spend it? You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got money to the ceiling And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin The better I'm feelin, the more that I'm chillin Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coast meals? Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels What in the world is in that ROOM, what you got in that ROOM? A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives Now it's time to choose (Chorus) Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted? Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted? Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch? You take a pick, while I'm rubbin the hips, touchin lips to the top of the dick Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house? What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth? What in the world is in that CASE, what you got in that CASE? Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to take place at a similar pace So shake, shake it (Chorus) 1/2x Get out my business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass, ah 'Cause these bitches all up in my shit and it's my business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass, 'cause it's mine, oh mine My business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass 'Cause these bitches all up in my shit.......(fade) |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
Roll out!
[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 * Repeat 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 * Repeat 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 * Repeat 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 Ahh ahh, Timbaland, Ludacris Disturbin' Tha Peace, whoo! |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
[Chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky System on blast, cops just pass Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky [Verse 1: Ludacris] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ludacris] It's illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow, that's my bud Smoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luck Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, NIGGA WHAT?! Act like I don't make cloud, how you gonna act like I don't get loud? How you gonna act like I don't rock crowds? and leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smile If I recollect right then you sound like dirt but, I guess what you really don't know don't hurt with a vest, and a pump hear the shot gun My folks on the block, man, they got that word (they got that word) Don't it smell so good, in Southwest where they rep that hood Protect your chest, they up to no good and come through flossin, they wish y'all would [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Worldwide hustlers get that dough work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick Keep a D eagle with an extra clip think it ain't so, SUCK A DICK! Act like I just do rap How you gonna act like I just ain't strapped? How you gonna act like I don't push lacs? Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on BACK! 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... [Chorus: repeat 2x] |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
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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 * Repeat 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 * Repeat 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... * Repeat (x2) |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
[Chorus: repeat 2x]
She said she never done it, she said she never tried She's sittin there tellin a motherfuckin lie [Verse 1: Ludacris] She said she was a Christian and she grew up in the church (in the church) Would stay a Virgin if for better or for worse (or for worse) Had plenty friends and got offers all the time (all the time) Swore up and down she was just one of a kind (of a kind) She said she's loved, but she's never gotten pimped (gotten pimped) Not dominated couldn't imagine, never dream (never dream) And though she steady looking for the perfect man (perfect man) To buy a ring and take her motherfucking hand (man) [Chorus: repeat 2x] [Verse 2: Ludacris] She said her stuff was sacred, and her momma told her so (told her so) and that she went and got it pierced on the low (on the low) Can you believe she's been waiting for so long?(for so long) to get a grade A certified shlong (certified shlong) She said her parents never let her out the house (out the house) Because they knew it was so dirty in the south (in the south) She hates to boast, and you know she hates to brag (hates to brag) but, man I gotta let her cut up out the bag (out the bag) [Chorus: repeat 2x] [Verse 3: Ludacris] She said she never tried to take it in the butt (in the butt) But, knew some ho down all around sluts (all around sluts) She even said she never licked another girl (another girl) and never had any chocolate, vanilla swirl (vanilla swirl) She said that ring up in her tongue was for show (was for show) and she would never be mistaken for a hoe (for a hoe) She telling lies over 20 years old (20 years old) I guess the game is to be sold, not told (Whoa!) [Chorus: repeat 2x] [Verse 4: Fate Wilson] She said she had a nigga who was only there for rent (there for rent) And wouldn't shake her booty for a red cent (red cent) She said she never fucked 3 niggas at a time (at a time) Til Lil Fate started fuckin with her mind (with her mind) She said she couldn't see how women turn tricks (turn tricks) And couldn't picture tryna suck a nigga dick (suck a dick) She had respect, and wouldn't do nothing wrong (nothing wrong) But, she the reason why we made this fuckin song (this song) [Chorus: repeat 4x] [Repeat 'til fade] She's said she never done it |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
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 |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
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 |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
Word Of Mouf (Freestyle)
Listen to song (feat. 4-Ize) 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 [Ludacris] 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 [4-Ize] These rap cats is soft like R&B singers It's 4-Ize, I've worked for wings and chicken fingers I reps mo' parts so Chi-Town could get seen I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean I rip meanface niggaz one by one or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come Instead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from woodworkin The black Hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkin Creepin, I'm in the shadows, the nightshade You want the tail in the back or, a light fade? Cause Tony Scissorhands is the barber, the butcher I kill ya smoke a blunt and forget where I put ya I'm Soopafly like Snuka, I smack hoes The black rose with the dozen attack flows I rock Shaq's clothes when I alter beast Power up, get big, it's Disturbin' Tha Peace [ad libs to end] |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
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 {*ad libs to end*} |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
[Chorus 2x: Ludacris] 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 [Ludacris] 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 motherfucker 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 [Chorus] [Mystikal over second chorus] Here I come, there I go UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move You see them headlights? You hear that fucking crowd? Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through Hit the stage and knock the curtiensdown 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 fucking bussiness Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon Give me that truck and take that rental back Who bought these fucking T.V.'s and jewelry bitches, 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 [Chorus] [I-20 over third 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 outta security, for stoppin the 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 bitch All you faggot motherfucker make way for 2-0 So... [Chorus] [whistling] |
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from Ludacris - Saturday(Oooh! Ooooh!) [single] (2002)
[Chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky System on blast, cops just pass Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky [Verse 1: Ludacris] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ludacris] It's illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow, that's my bud Smoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luck Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, NIGGA WHAT?! Act like I don't make cloud, how you gonna act like I don't get loud? How you gonna act like I don't rock crowds? and leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smile If I recollect right then you sound like dirt but, I guess what you really don't know don't hurt with a vest, and a pump hear the shot gun My folks on the block, man, they got that word (they got that word) Don't it smell so good, in Southwest where they rep that hood Protect your chest, they up to no good and come through flossin, they wish y'all would [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Worldwide hustlers get that dough work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick Keep a D eagle with an extra clip think it ain't so, SUCK A DICK! Act like I just do rap How you gonna act like I just ain't strapped? How you gonna act like I don't push lacs? Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on BACK! 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... [Chorus: repeat 2x] |
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from Ludacris - Saturday(Oooh! Ooooh!) [single] (2002)
[Chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky System on blast, cops just pass Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky [Verse 1: Ludacris] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ludacris] It's illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow, that's my bud Smoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luck Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, NIGGA WHAT?! Act like I don't make cloud, how you gonna act like I don't get loud? How you gonna act like I don't rock crowds? and leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smile If I recollect right then you sound like dirt but, I guess what you really don't know don't hurt with a vest, and a pump hear the shot gun My folks on the block, man, they got that word (they got that word) Don't it smell so good, in Southwest where they rep that hood Protect your chest, they up to no good and come through flossin, they wish y'all would [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Worldwide hustlers get that dough work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick Keep a D eagle with an extra clip think it ain't so, SUCK A DICK! Act like I just do rap How you gonna act like I just ain't strapped? How you gonna act like I don't push lacs? Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on BACK! 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... [Chorus: repeat 2x] |
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from Ludacris - Saturday(Oooh! Ooooh!) [single] (2002)
[Chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky System on blast, cops just pass Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky [Verse 1: Ludacris] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ludacris] It's illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow, that's my bud Smoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luck Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, NIGGA WHAT?! Act like I don't make cloud, how you gonna act like I don't get loud? How you gonna act like I don't rock crowds? and leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smile If I recollect right then you sound like dirt but, I guess what you really don't know don't hurt with a vest, and a pump hear the shot gun My folks on the block, man, they got that word (they got that word) Don't it smell so good, in Southwest where they rep that hood Protect your chest, they up to no good and come through flossin, they wish y'all would [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Worldwide hustlers get that dough work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick Keep a D eagle with an extra clip think it ain't so, SUCK A DICK! Act like I just do rap How you gonna act like I just ain't strapped? How you gonna act like I don't push lacs? Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on BACK! 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... [Chorus: repeat 2x] |
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from 2 Fast 2 Furious (분노의 질주 2) by David Arnold [ost] (2003)
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 Lets take it to the streets cause I'm ready to c |
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from 2 Fast 2 Furious (분노의 질주 2) by David Arnold [ost] (2003)
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... [R. Kelly] Hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello PICK UP THE PHONE! [R. Kelly] Hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello WHEN YOU HEAR THE... [R. Kelly] (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 |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
[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] BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! WHOO! |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
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) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta... |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
Yea, Gotta feel me on this one
Ain't none of this shit happen over night I'm talking bout a long time coming motherfucker! [Chorus] It ain't clean in these streets, its mean in these Glocks up hats down fiends in these streets So please pay attention when you're coming around To cut the block got its eyebrows down, ya heard me? Yea I'm still back for the first damn time So grab a hold of your seat while I open your mind And take you back from when I dropped down from heaven And I came out my moms and had a mic as my a fucking weapon When I was three I was just a little D But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a real MC And at the age of 9 I wrote my first rhyme Soon rapping became one of my favorite pastimes Every where that I went spitting and babbling Showing my ass, growing up then started traveling From one city to the next, Luda landed in the ATL Where the pimps and the players dwell I made a tape, did shows and got exposure And kept learning as my black ass got olda No matter what I just kept at my trade I made mistakes but stayed sharper then a Ghitsu blade [Chorus] Age 14, my talent show a beast outta cage I would of won but disqualified for jumping off stage But I ain't care, cause this game has started to open its arms When I was at Benicka High School pulling fire alarms So I could get a crowd around me, make a name for my block People told me "keep flowing," they ain't want me to stop Was back when Big Nose John was my human beet box We'd skip school, hit open campus and watch out for street cops Now I'm known around the town as that nigga that raps From the hills that made high to them G roll traps And I was still making demo's, perfecting the craft And some said I wouldn't make it, they would giggle and laugh So I picked up a couple books by Donald Goins Bout the business of this shit, how to flip a few coins Before the age of 18, I was destined to make it My bank account read Disturbing The Peace, incorporated [Chorus] Age 18, I'm strugglin, just to survive But got a gig workin for change at 97.5 Now I'm rapping on the radio, increasing their numbers Still Ludacris but alias was Cris, Luva Luva Late nights I'm in the studio and using their tools Me and puma smoking weed and breaking all of their rules And I was krunk, all the big wigs was hearing my songs But nobody did SHIT and they was taking too long So three years went past, and I saved enough cash To make my own record lable and put myself on blast The album was independent, it was just for the streets I sold 1,000 copy's in my first f**kin week Then went on to sell 50, put the cash in my hand All the record companiesbite me, but I chose Def Jam And the main reason that I made it and I love the A-town Was cause the block had its eye brows down, ya heard me? [Chorus] Yea, been waiting a life time to get what the fuck I got It's real man, hardest working nigga in show business Believe that Shout out to Lil' Fate, I Dub, Titi Boi, Shakazulu Yea! Woo! Peoples music that I used to play, some happy and some jealous Cause I'm showered with cash and they can't remove their Umbrellas Peoples music that I used to play, some happy and some jealous Cause I'm showered with cash and they can't remove their Umbrellas You get randy, don't ya? |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
[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 [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus: Repeat 2X] |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
[Ludacris]
Hi, my name's Ludacris, and I'm high as giraffe pussy And I'm close to the edge, so yo' parents can come PUSH ME I curse so much just to get on they nerves I got kids "Actin a Fool" from the traps to the burbs My filthy mouth, it won't fight cavities or beat plaque So I shot the tooth fairy and put my old teeth back I take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater And make government officials breathe harder than Darth Vader It's the chicken and the beer that makes Luda keep rappin But no pork on my fork, I don't even SPEAK pig latin I go fishin on my lake, with yo' bitch as the bait Plus I eat many MC's, but I don't gain no weight The numba ONE chief rocka, clean out yo' rap lockers I'm as stiff as a board, y'all more SHOOK than maracas But my +Trix+ ain't for kids, if you +Dig'um+ you'll get +Smacked+ I'll clock ya - I'll spring forward, you fall back Every album that I drop has got more than ten bangers That's cause I'm a shot caller, y'all fools is +Crank Yankers+ {*phone rings*} Ain't a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain To get chicks from Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with rastas For a hefty fee, I'm +On Your Record+ like Bob Costas I own so many jerseys I'm a throwback mess I hit the cleaners and tell 'em I want a full court press (OW!) So momma toast your glass while I'm countin my cash Cause every single is a smash, I'm hot as a camel's ass The competition never just wanna admit that they lost And that they last about as long as my part in +The Wash+ From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit'chu One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you So by the time you figure out why your record ain't spinnin I'm in the strip club smokin, with President Clinton So stand clear of the long sideburns and goatee They may the mold of the penis enlarger off me I'll be in another room when I hit from the back Not to mention my refridgerator's taller than Shaq (YUH) So yippie-kay-yay, yippie-yie-yie-yo If you can't swim, don't smoke my hydro I've been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on But a lot of y'all are mo' stuck up than tampons So wash all ya sins away and stop playin If God's line is busy you might have to two-way him Then catch me in your backyard, playin croquet And when I'm drunk tell them kids, "Drugs are bad, mmm'kay?" Or watch me swing my chain at the Roscoe's off Pico Got seven cars, get all my rims at Chrome Depot And people think I'm bad, they say "Oooh he's so evil!" Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind people (OW!) But my album's out the store, yours be on the shelf I heard you masturbate a lot, so y'all keep to yourself Cause these women want a man that stay up and stay strong Like the NBA, you gotta play hard or go home All that shit that y'all talkin, y'all can pop it to them Cause Ludacris'll beat you down with a prosthetic limb I put my FOOT so deep in yo' ass that you can smell it And yo' breath will turn to Foot Locker water repellant I'm the man, I got money far as the eyes can see And I'm in a group, I split dough with me, me and me So much money in my jewelry that I'm damn near sorry So I'ma trade my earrings in, and get a Ferrari (WOO!) I buy cars with straight cash, have meetings with Donald Trump Y'all meet with HONDA, no payments for 12 months Take a look at yo' life, and NO WONDER you so sad Y'all put up with more shit than a colostomy bag, fool! |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
Hey! Thank all y'all for comin' out tonight It was a beautiful night tonight and The Shizznit Where pimpin' ain't dead, these hoes just scared Thanks Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, all the players fomr the LBC It was a beautiful night tonight Oh, look at these fools, Ay! Security! Come get these niggaz! [Verse 1 - Luda] + (Snoop) Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach Ready to relax, kick up my feet Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I wanna do Broke out and called up the homeboy Snoop (What happenin' nephew?) Oh, nothin' just called, lookin' for some women how can fondle my balls (Well you hit the right dogg, I can help you with that Gimme 15 minutes, and I'll hit you rite back) Off to the hotel, I was ready indeed Slapped the button in the 'llac to control the speed Put one up in the air, the cops just stared Waved my hands out the roof like I just ain't care Got to the tele and I slid thru the door On to the elevator, hit the penthouse floor And what would happen next only time could time Cuz I got up to my room, and I was mad as hell (Aaah! Damn!) [Chorus] Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes) Who let these hoes in my room? Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?) Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes) Who let these hoes in my room? [Verse 2 - Luda] Now it was five B.A.P hoes and they look like trash But one was midget, so we'll just say four and a half I was stuck speechless, couldn't believe my eyes What'd I do to deserve this unpleasant surprise? And I was thinkin' to myself, "This is just my luck" Then my nigga bust in like "What the fuck!?" (Oh shit it's Snoop!) [Snoop] + (Luda) Who in the hell let them booger bears out they cell (Not me) And what they doin' in ya' room? Nigga make 'em bail (Yeah) Got some fine bitches, dime bitches on they way (Okay) And told security, "Let 'em in, with no delay" (Ha Ha!) So when they get here, they'll probably be like half naked Don't mean to trip out, but bitch y'all got to dip out (Dip Out!) Catch the elevator on more floor Presidential with the slidin' key for the door (Oh No!) What the fuck goin' on? Shit, all around the world Luda, then it's the same song Them bitches was so ugly, I told 'em to go home [Chorus] Who let these hoes in my room? (Man who let these hoes in my room?) Who let these hoes in my room? (Oh no!) (Did you let 'em in?) Who let these hoes in my room? (Well who let 'em in then?) Who let these hoes in my room? (Get out!) [Verse 3 - Luda] + (Snoop) Now, these chicks wouldn't leave, they was ready to clown One was 5'6 and weighed three hundred pounds (No she didn't come thru with a thong on She did for the hell of it, big fat whale of it) You can't seperate me, Ima seperate you Bitch ya' pussy smell like Pepe Le Pew (You filthy, nasty, sick in the head Sittin' in my dressin room with dick on ya' bread) She said "I want you to climb in this underwear, silly" But I was turned off by her tupper-ware titties (Fake bitches, break bitches, make bitches Kick rocks, when they fucked up in they face Tick-tock, you gots to get up out my space Hey Ludacris let's get the fuck up out this place, let's bounce) Then it got to my head, and somethin' reminded me I know who let 'em in, it was Bill O'Reilly (Faggot) (Ya' white bread, chicken-shit nigga!) [Chorus] Who let these hoes in my room? (Who let these hoes in my room?) Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?) Who let these hoes in my room? (I need to know, who let these hoes in?) Who let these hoes in my room? [Snoop Dogg] Ay, ay y'all gotta go Yall gotta get the fuck up outta here, ugly ass bitches I dont understand how these bitches always get in my dressin' room You know what I'm sayin'? Soon as I get off stage It's 7 or 8 ugly ass bitches posted up in my dressin' room And security act like they dont know who did it I know you feel what I'm sayin', all my nigga around the whole world We need to form a society or somethin' Fat, gorilla, monkey mouth bitches can't get in our motherfuckin' dressin room or backstage And if they do, we kindly put our foot up their asses And re-direct them bitches to security dressin' room, you dig? Sick of these ugly ass bitches bein' my dressin' room |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
One more again head down poppin on a handstand
[Hook] Head down booty booty poppin Head down booty booty poppin Head down booty booty poppin Head down booty poppin on a handstand On a handstand On my american banstands Summersalts cartwheels ~ just keep on dancing Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole And feel this ~ getin outa control-trol Oh no keep goin till ~ and me say stoooop Let it kiss the sky and then make it droooop Cut and twist if you don’t like it you can ~ cris Im rubbin ~ so stay in catch don’t try to duck and miss Do your stretches don’t pull no handsprings You got me movin infact your doin the damn thang Stronger muscles exersize every body your body hurts Lets do this sweatin thank god your bath and body works I like a woman who makes her own doe don’t need a lot of help But your heart’ll melt if I put a thousand in your garder belt Lipgloss traces your pierced in 11 places And your lips down town just made some familiar faces like WOAH! [Hook (x2)] Imma send a chapter to this ~ poppin legacy China be that ~ cant no ~ don’t ~ wit me When I pop that cris im on that buisnes and bubbly When im in that 6 wit 20s spinin on luxury Cuz I got that head game Pickin up that bed frame But don’t get me wrong now shawty gon’ let that led hang Better learn that game shawty Better get yo’ man shawty Foe he endup tamed and be gone all in the brain shawty This here be futuristic This business so explicit The way I brake it down for you ~ so explicit Let it go now front back watch me drop it like that Show me where that money at Boy come wit them 100 stacks Now break in wit that ~ poppin That ~ poppin to the floe And got these ~ he wantin moe Wit out that doe popi aint nuttin happen Cuz that’s the show im from the go u get that ~ poppin Stopin that ~ dropin GONE [Hook (x2)] Every time we hit the club Wut we need is 50 deep Purple coat and grichi got everybody keed At the club 7 days a week party be be off in this ~ More hight poppin dropin ~ damn shawty who is this Redbone wit a scorpio tatted on her tummy Im sittin slouched back in the chair stuntin waving money And shawty start zig zaggin a dariair for me A bowlegged darbreded said her name was strawberry Up ~ pushed in a whole lota want moe Reached in my pocket grabbed a G and then threw it on the floe Here u deserve this doe now jump on stage and work the pole Face down ~ up ~ hands on those Now pop that ~ you know the procedure If you want this cash gotta make that ~ shake like a sedgure Either magic or pleasas Find me spending cheese up Maxin out my visa Trickin on stip teasers [Hook (x3)] |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
(coughing)Ahhh Yeahhh
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 Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you(I'm screwed up) 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 Fuck you (8x's)(Im screwed up) |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
[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! |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
[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!) [Chorus] [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!) [Chorus] [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] |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
[Intro]
Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! [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 [Chorus] [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! [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [Outro] Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! ( just like that? ) Stand Up! ( just like that? ) Stand Up! Stand Up! |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
[Dial Tone]
[Numbers being pressed] Hello, Thank you for calling Disturbing Tha Peace. To help expodate your call, please listen carefully to the following options. If you're calling to listen to a demo tape, press 1. If you're calling regarding a job, press 2. If you're calling to borrow money, press 3. If you're calling to find the nearest weed spot in your area, press 4. If you're out of alcohol on Sunday, press 5. If you need a ho for the evening, press 6. 7. [Number gets pressed] You've just pressed 7. You've been victimized and introduced to a moral crime known as t baggin'. hung out with Thank you for calling. Good luck. Goodbye. |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
[Chorus]
HEY, we gonna be havin some fun and (ca, ca, ca) Cause two is better than one and (some, some, some) Somebody kill the lights We doin freaky (freaky) (freaky) freaky shit tonight (YAY) [Verse 1] Double the pleasures, like double the fun How many licks does it take the center of a Ludapop, double the tongue Who knows, plus I gotta undress 'em, caress 'em, bless 'em steady keep 'em guessin, if that doesn't impress 'em then slowly move on to the second lesson WHOA! panties droppin, body rockin, Magnum's proppin It's eight cheeks and fo' titties, y'all better hand me somethin Hey ladies (whoa) on your mark get ready get set go Play for hours in and out the shower This dick powered we in CONTROL [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 2] Six hands grippin the sheets, thirty toes that curl What in the world is goin on, to the break a, break a dawn with that man and them girls Cause three hearts are beatin fast, but only two people screamin We comin together for one cause, other than hear ourselves breathin Get in the game and start workin it out and diggin it out Now lean to the side, throw a dick in your mouth You gotta get in the groove, you got nothin to lose So don't move 'til you figured it out And keep makin that face, while I'm rubbin them spots And we can take turns, while the other one watch And see how good she be takin them shots And wake up the hood, 'til they callin the cops, mayn [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 3] Now I'm ready to rock, so you can get your tools and you can start the ignition I'm grabbin perms, wigs, weaves, ponytails and extensions Not to mention it's gonna get HOT, better come ready to SWEAT I make women come harder than jacuzzi jets And I'm willin to bet that I be keepin it wet, cause I feel ya little bit of ring in the neck it won't kill ya Put me on the top or the bottom and I'll drill ya Givin how you wanted to get it to fulfill ya And I'll pill ya back to back So get ready for the mack attack That got me thinkin they some acrobats The way they puttin it from sack to sack, cause the mack is back and I'm gone |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
[Ludacris]
DTP we got them guns that go... [I-20] Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killa Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice Ill shoot up yall white shirts until yall look like dikes But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggaz I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo...going through niggaz DTP we aint plying if you try to get our pen A.K's get ta spraying like... Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it Bust you in the broad day, on the street that's fully crowded Find our hole and fagots there, just for thinking its rap And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats Chaka say I'm shot out, and I tend to agree So you should what you saying if it's intended for me So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walking And that oozy get to talking like... [Tity Boi] Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em Can the an and fuck 'em, damn 'em Press him, man him, scared him, teared him, kneed him up Bake him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up A-B-C-E-F shawty is you a G or what Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world I'm pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them bitches up like earl Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em I'm 38, hot with a pearl handle... And I'm throwing text like a NBA ref I got, all gold guns like they came from I-RAQ Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistols I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya And aint taking no more pictures, if you snap ima click Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil Fate And I'm webbing choppers like heli-copters You gon' need hella doctors, when the glok go... [Chingy] Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be quick 20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, aint no exit trick Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action flicks Reload with the next clip, I'm the ro nigga to flex with bitch Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit Put a bullet in (in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch Look at my necklace, maybe hit a ngga disrespect this click My pistol grip sound like this...now what Who want that they fucked, when I cock and load the cake, bust bust Yall cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up Yall lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra We'll suit you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut I'm wrist rocky, like Sylvester Stallone So thurr for you should invest, in a vest for ya dome Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing Beast the nick, but my cannon go... [Ludacris] Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab Bleedin so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad So flip the script and tell your woman its your time on the month A.K. 47 for the niggaz who's really looking for heaven and a 9 for you chumps Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group But I got bananas for you niggaz and I aint talking bout fruit Ill pay your CAB BACK with the BLACK MACK Till your BACK CRACK, got the GAT BACK like...CLAK CLAK CLAK Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrows not on your calendar I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too long Ill leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song My Shotguns are cold and hard, but my Desert is easy And my triggers are always talking about some squeeze me, squeeze me And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show My Oozy got a drum roll, it goes... |
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from Ludacris - Stand Up [single] (2003)
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Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! [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 [Chorus] [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! [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [Outro] Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! ( just like that? ) Stand Up! ( just like that? ) Stand Up! Stand Up! |
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from Ludacris - Stand Up [single] (2003)
[Intro]
Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! [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 [Chorus] [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! [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [Outro] Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! ( just like that? ) Stand Up! ( just like that? ) Stand Up! Stand Up! |
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from Ludacris - Stand Up [single] (2003)
[Intro]
Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! [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 [Chorus] [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! [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [Outro] Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! ( just like that? ) Stand Up! ( just like that? ) Stand Up! Stand Up! |
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from Usher - Yeah! [single] (2004)
Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeaah Yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeaah -I'm in the club with my homies Tryna get a lil V-I Keep it down on the low key Cause you know how it feels I said shorty she was checkin up on me From the game she was spittin my ear You'd think that she knew me So we decided to chill Conversation got heavy She had me feelin like she's ready to blow! (Watch Out!, Watch Out!) She saying come get me (come get me) So I got up and followed her to the floor She said baby lets go When I told her I said Yeah (yeah) Shorty got down to come and get me Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me Yeah (yeah) Cause if my girl new it'd be best to hold me Yeah (yeah) Next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming Yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeaah Yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeaah -Shes all up in my head now Got me thinking that it might good idea to take her with me Cause she's ready to leave Now I gotta keep it real now Cause on a one-to-ten she's a certified twenty And that just aint me Cause I don't know If I take that chance just where is it gonna lead But what I do know is the way She dance makes shorty alright with me The way she getting low! I'm like yeah, just work that out for me She asked for one more dance and I'm like yeah How the hell am I supposed to leave? And I said Yeah (yeah) Shorty got down to come and get me Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me Yeah (yeah) Cause if my girl new it'd be best to hold me Yeah (yeah) Next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming Yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeaah Yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeaah -Luda! Watch out! My outfit's ridiculous In the club lookin' so conspicuous And Rowl! These women al on the prowl if you hold the head steady I'm a milk the cow Forget about the game I'm a spit the truth I won't stop till I get 'em in they birthday suits So gimmie the rhythm and it'll be off with they clothes then bend over to the front and touch your toes I left the jag and I took the roles if they aint cutting then I put em on foot patrol How you like me now when my pinky's valued over three hundred thousand Lets drank you the one to please Ludacris fill cups like double d's Me and Ush once more and we leave em dead we want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed to say Yeah (yeah) Shorty got down to come and get me Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me Yeah (yeah) Cause if my girl new it'd be best to hold me Yeah (yeah) Next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming Yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeaah Yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeaah -Take that and rewind it back, Lil' Jon got the beat that make ya booty go Take that and rewind it back, Usher got the voice that make ya booty go Take that and rewind it back, Ludacris got the flow that make ya booty go Take that and rewind it back, Lil' Jon got the beat that make ya booty go -
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from Usher - Yeah! [single] (2004)
It's crazy I can't believe that you would be the one to do do me like you do get back here baby Girl you let me have my way and i was thinkin i could get it again Baby we could be friends if you only(ssh) And you show me Just how quick your tires could spin You were off in the wind Tell me were did you go when you left (oh) I'm thinkin which way did she go I should have known that you would lead me on girl Im in the wind on cruise control I gotta be dreamin cuz i never felt like this before it was supposed to be just a one night in and out and im out the door but she's got me sittin here at the red light drivin round lookin out for her it was supposed to be just a one night in and out and im out the door so why am i sittin here at the red light drivin round lookin out for her lookin out for her Now its rainin and i'm lookin over at the passenger side thinkin back in my mind how you set me off She was stoppin and droppin me switchin from fast to slow but that aint have nothing on how you got when i got you home when you left (oh) I'm thinkin which way did she go The way you touched yourself had me up the wall Im in the wind on cruise control I'm searchin for you cuz i can't seem to let you go it was supposed to be just a one night in and out and im out the door but she's got me sittin here at the red light drivin round lookin out for her it was supposed to be just a one night in and out and im out the door so why am i sittin here at the red light drivin round lookin out for her lookin out for her you know i really only thought that this would be a one night stand what you doin to me come on what you doin to me maybe(maybe) she's runnin home to someone else(someone else) or maybe(or maybe) She lost my number in her cell (oooh babe) (what you doin to me) or maybe(or maybe) she's never done like this before cuz i cant see (can't see) her not comin back for more more it was supposed to be just a one night in and out and im out the door but she's got me sittin here at the red light drivin round lookin out for her it was supposed to be just a one night in and out and im out the door so why am i sittin here at the red light drivin round lookin out for her lookin out for her it was supposed to be just a one night in and out and im out the door but she's got me sittin here at the red light drivin round lookin out for her it was supposed to be just a one night in and out and im out the door so why am i sittin here at the red light drivin round lookin out for her lookin out for her -
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from Usher - Yeah! [single] (2004)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa (why you lie to me)
Whoa whoa whoa (you was everything I needed) Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa (I can't go on) (I gotta know when it is true) Sweet lies, girl (listen) (Verse one) My stomach aches and sweat in my palms This is so sudden (what I'm supposed to do?) I thought that love calls between our hearts We're truly touching (be careful what you ask for) (B-Section) One day I'll meet that special girl Just for me She'll have open ears She won't ignore me I'll bet I'll meet some special girl She'll save the day And she'll get it (ohhhhhhh) When I say girl (Hook) I don't want to go on In this life Wondering why Why I'd rather the bitter truth When it comes to you Than those sweet lies Lies (sweet lies) (Verse Two) Why oh why this song Don't you love me (I love you, put that on everything) Well maybe where I went wrong Was callin you honey (shorty, shawty, don't matter) (B-Section) One day I'll meet that special girl Just for me She'll have open ears She won't ignore me I'll bet I'll meet some special girl She'll save the day And she'll get it (ohhhhhhh) When I say girl (Hook) I don't want to go on In this life Wondering why Why I'd rather the bitter truth When it comes to you Than those sweet lies Lies (sweet lies) (Bridge) Ohhhhhhh (what I'm supposed to do) Ohhhhhhh (sit around herea ll day thinking about this) (man please) Ohhhhhhh (I'm lacing up my bathing apes) Then I'm out I'm out to night You'll see (Verse 3) I bet it was sweet on your lips When you told me (let me show you) Ayay (it hurt me) My heart is just twisting slowly (I let you do) no one to hold me (B-Section) One day I'll meet that special girl Just for me She'll have open ears She won't ignore me I'll bet I'll meet some special girl She'll save the day And she'll get it (ohhhhhhh) When I say girl (Hook) I don't want to go on In this life Wondering why Why I'd rather the bitter truth When it comes to you Than those sweet lies Lies (sweet lies) Vanessa Marquez: I'm sorry I messed up on you, baby Usher: I heard it a million times, baby Don't you lie to me, baby Vanessa Marquez: And I promise I won't lie to you again Usher: Don't you lie, don't you lie to me baby (yeah) Woahhhh |
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from Cee-Lo - Cee-Lo Green...Is The Soul Machine (2004)
Come on
Chop chop Mmm hmm Yeah man I'm just gonna play with y'all on this Hidey ho Well hello, howdy do, how are you, that's good Who me, still hot, I still got, you got me I'm here, I'm there, cause I'm wrong, cause I'm right I can spit on anything, got plenty game, authentic My pen's sick, forensic, defends it, he wins it Again and a, again and a, again and a, again and a I'm the one, come see, lookey I, and come meet The young Cee, the one treats, everything the sun seek I'm hollering, can't help, I'm hungry I cake rap, bake rap, sack rap, trap rap Same shoes, same shirt, the same work, the same jerk Claim hurt, the game hurt, my name work, it ain't work I'm fast, time fast, I'm first, I'm last Psychic, I knew you would like it, like this I write this, priceless, more then my right wrist Cock back, block track, the beat bleed, speak read Men eat weed, bead seed, I speed read, you need me To give it to you like you want it, I own it when I'm on it Maintain the same thing, nigga rap about the same game None left, shame shame, plain game, insane When I rap things change, me and God, same thing Money's here, money fold, I'm young, my money old Maybe look, cross hanging down to my tummy toes I know it, I'ma stop, I'm tryin, just like lyin Yes I can sing, and I can rap And I can act, and I can dance And I can dress, sign of the best So is my guest, man I'm impressed Hurry hurry hurry hurry, come and see This is just like child's play to me, ah ha Little melody and a little drum All I really need to have a little fun Hush little one, let's get it done Dress like a bum, bust like a gun Hurry hurry hurry hurry, come and see This is just like child's play to me, ah ha (Ludacris) Who the only little nigga that you know with about fifty flows Do about fifty shows in a week but creep on the track with my tippy toes Shhh, shut the fuck up, I'm trying to work Ah forget it, I'm going berserk Cause I stack my change, and I'm back to claim My reign on top, so pack your thangs I rack your brain like crack cocaine My fame won't stop or I'll jack your chain Give it up, ding ding ding, thanks, the price was right That Grey Goose got me loose, but my eyes are tight It's the truth, give me a light like I'm dynamite Alright, alright, we gon ride tonight I'm so dangerous that I gotta bang with this You could be famous or remain nameless Better just drop down to your knees, call upon the lord and pray Better luck next time, cause you wanna open that door today Your hair sorta gray, it's that sorta day Flowing so hard over this track and I got more to say I ain't new to this, I'm so true to this See what you get fucking with Cee-Lo and Ludacris Yes I can sing, and I can rap And I can act, and I can dance And I can dress, sign of the best So is my guest, man I'm impressed Hurry hurry hurry hurry, come and see This is just like child's play to me, ah ha Little melody and a little drum All I really need to have a little fun Hush little one, let's get it done Dress like a bum, bust like a gun Hurry hurry hurry hurry, come and see This is just like child's play to me, ah ha Yes I can sing, and I can rap And I can act, and I can dance And I can dress, sign of the best So is my guest, man I'm impressed Hurry hurry hurry hurry, come and see This is just like child's play to me, ah ha Little melody and a little drum All I really need to have a little fun Hush little one, let's get it done Dress like a bum, bust like a gun Hurry hurry hurry hurry, come and see This is just like child's play to me, ah ha Haha Okay, there you have it little kids Wasn't that fun? Yeah Saturday morning, Cee-Lo Green and my man Ludacris Doing this thing, ATL style This is childz play to us Seriously though I can rap bout any you guys with my tongue tied Ha ha ha Don't make me get serious on your ass You wouldn't like me when I'm serious I could have said anything I want to |
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from Shawnna - Worth Tha Weight (2004)
(feat. Twista)
[Shawnna] Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby daddies locked In the pen' gone; fittin to rock cause he did wrong Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig gone Sellin rock on the big phone In the projects niggaz run up on your set with the tech' out Leave you wet with you chest out Killer niggaz realer niggaz have a nigga fill a never realer nigga Drill a nigga fuckin with a villian never spill a nigga Fuck that! Nigga bust back, we in the 'Llac Me and my bitches all strapped Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac Fittin to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!) Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon Now with the murderers are known felons I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga rock a nigga shock a nigga Lock a nigga fuck a nigga, cop the floppin nigga Roll for my bitches that be droppin in the strip clubs Tryin get 'em a lil' somethin If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones Then you get you a big gun Motherfuckers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on bitch Put it straight to yo' dome heads Now you fuckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers Bangers - niggaz that with them real motherfuckers like whoa! [Chorus 2X: Ludacris] It's real real - on the block I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!) Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!) [Twista] Twista kick hot shit for hoes and thugs In ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my homies locked down To whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks To my thugs that call over to they mob And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine To my niggaz that ain't hoes; if they have to They will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a nigga cut a nigga Pull the trigger bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker nigga Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone Full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up Got you fillin the hole then go see your body Probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up Up the streets stuffed the beats So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes, Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and them 20's spinnin Mob for them niggaz that done up off them hard times K-Town, West side, South side Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme Whatever set you represent throw it up If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherfuckin shirt off Dealers get your work off; you wanna party Full of hustle niggaz killer niggaz gangsta niggaz chill niggaz Baller niggaz thug niggaz player haters real niggaz [Chorus] [Shawnna] I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry tryin to compete me I'm from the hood South side, West side Where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin slug in my enemy Motown, Pucketown, do or die The difference between a motherfuckin thug and a gangsta One's thug in a chamber Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga Hit a nigga puck a nigga little with the rocker nigga Puff that say you love that We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks And it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed" Cause I been feelin like Fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a nigga Chi about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a nigga Crush that put it on momma On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff marijuana To the Shawnna and put it on ya Flows who you froze in a comma We so relentless, you know Chi up in the business Flows in yo' dome in an instance Hoes and them folks and the Mo's and the ki's and the fo's And the BD's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and God! [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
Yeah, uhh Think I'ma try somethin that I ain't I ain't never did before on this one Let's go Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher (let's get higher) Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire (it's that fire) Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher (let's get higher) Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire (it's that fire) Got a little bit of blueberry yum, yum And I never woulda thought that it could taste this gooooooooood Thank God for the man who put it in my hooooooood It's got me singin melodies I never thought I woooooould I'm feelin sorry for the homies who be smokin woooooood Chop chop, break it down for a player like ye ye ye ye.. I'm 'bout to find me a woman and skeet skeet skeet skeet.. I'ma keep smokin 'til I reach my peak peak peak peak.. Or 'til I'm stuck and my body feels weak weak weak weak.. Headed down to the Dungeon, wonderin, if they got some mooooore And if they don't then I'ma haveta, settle fa, some 'droooooo But it just ain't cool cause right on after, I'ma have-ta go And continue on my mission fishin for the yum yum but I'm movin slowwww Yes fire fire got me so tired, I'ma stop drop and rollllllll Put a wet towel under the doooooooooooor Don't pass it I can't take it no moooooooooooore Somebody take a trip down to the stoooooooore Hurry please, cause I need some snacks snacks snacks snacks.. And how long will it take it to get back back back back..? Yes indeed, I'm a little off track track track track.. Off this weed, and I'm full of that 'gnac 'gnac 'gnac 'gnac.. Get on in that stankin Lincoln, crank it up, and riiide And it ain't enough room to fit the, other chicks, insiiiide I'm so hungry with the munchies I'ma eat eveyrthing, in siiight Me and my blueberries together and everything's, alriiiiight Get the propane, roll dem thangs, and let's blow dis place uuuuuuuup You already know what'suuuuuuuuuuuup I mighta had to pay some extra buuuuuuuucks But I really don't give a fuuuuuuuuuuck Cause a brother feels great great great great.. But I'm barely awake wake wake wake.. Off hit that I shake shake shake shake.. So stomp on yo' brake brake brake brake.. If you tokin good then all the smokers, let me see, your flame Don't know what you got but my bag'll, put yo' stuff, to shame All the different kinds and other flavors, they don't mean, a thang You can't compare it don't stare cause I got the ultimate Mary Jane |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
It's gonna get in ya, child of the night .. and the hood rolls on How do I begin to, do this shit right .. get my hustle on Look here! Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word But on my path to see the light sometimes my vision gets blurred It's all a part of growin up and seein life at it's worst Then tryin to iron out my wrinkles, puttin family first It seems like the whole world is out for sinkin my boat But with God as my navigator I'll be stayin afloat And I admit to bein caught by many foolish distractions Then I'm forced to pay the price as the result of my actions I'm battlin with MYSELF and every DAY it's a war Curiosity killed the cat, why am I Curious George? Gotta keep my nose up outta thangs that ain't none of my biz And just cause somethin looks don't really mean that it is Get through the agony and anger, the pain and strife And take the necessary steps to try to change my life I got some questions for you Lord cause my mentality's hood So why is everything that's bad for me feel so good? Now I'm a only child, so excuse some of my selfish ways I got spoiled when I was young, spoil myself today Oh but I feed at least a thousand stomachs and how I've done it is from the ground up a hundred miles and runnin Dodgin and duckin everybody tryin to hammer me down A self-made millionaire, baby look at me now Can't tell me nothin still hungry as the day I began Cause all I ever really needed was a pen in my hand And a, pad in my lap, didn't matter in fact Me and my momma lived in one room, and what's badder than that was a young man forced to grow up at the age of 12 Tryin to get in where I fit, streets givin me hell But yet I give it right - back, so how you like - that Continue doin wrong 'til I was on the right - track Tell me 'bout heavy money I might give it a PUSH But a, bird in the hand is worth two in the bush Come on No matter how much older we get man, we all still children at heart We all make mistakes, it's all good Now I've tried plenty of times to get rid of my bad habits Livin life on the cuttin edge, takin a stab at it And learnin from my mistakes, try not to make 'em twice Just admittin when I'm wrong, tryin hard to make it right And baby, nobody's perfect in this world of ours There's plenty people gettin stitches in this world of scars But over time, pray to God that he can heal your wounds Try to love and love again until they seal your tomb Cause life is short if you don't know this it'll pass you by That's why my head is in the clouds tryin to pass the sky Never blinkin for a minute, keep my eyes on my foes They wanna catch me in the open, bring my life to a close Meanwhile that's why I'm bringin so much life to my shows I've seen smiles I'm makin changes turnin glitter to gold Don't let these devils play you down or belittle your soul Just be happy with yo'self and it's so simple to grow Come on |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
Hands Up Hands Up Here's another one and a and a and another one Ee Ee Why you all in my ear Talkin' a whole bunch a sh t that I ain't tryin to hear Get Back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that Ee Ee I ain't playin' around Make one false move I'll take you down Get back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that So so come on come on DON'T get swung on swung on It's the knick knack patty whack still riding cadillacs Family off the streets Made my homies put the baggies back Still snaggin' plaques Still action packed And dope i keep it flippin' like acrobats That's why I pack a mack that'll crack a back Cause on my waist there's more heat than the shaq attack But I ain't speakin' about ballin' Jus' thinkin' about brawlin' 'til y'all start ballin' We all in together now birds of the feather now Jus' bought a plane so we change in the weather now So put your brakes on Cats put your capes on and knock off your block Get dropped and have your face blown Cause I'll prove it scratch off the music Like hey little stupid don't make me looose it Ee Ee Why you all in my ear Talkin' a whole bunch a sh t that I ain't tryin to hear Get Back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that Ee Ee I ain't playin' around Make one false move I'll take you down Get back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that I came I came I saw I saw I hit him right dead in the jaw in the jaw I came I came I saw I saw I hit him right dead in the jaw in the jaw I came I came I saw I saw I hit him right dead in the jaw in the jaw I came I came I saw I saw I hit him right dead in the jaw in the jaw See I caught him with a right Caught him with a jab Caught him with an upper cut Kicked him in his ass Sent him on his way cause I ain't for that talk And no trips to the county I ain't for that walk We split like 2 pins at the end of a lane We'll knock out your spotlight and put end to your fame Holding D T P pinned at the end of yo' chain And put the booty of a swish at the end of a flaamme Ee Ee Why you all in my ear Talkin' a whole bunch a sh t that I ain't tryin to hear Get Back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that Ee Ee I ain't playin' around Make one false move I'll take you down Get back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that Hey you want WHAT with me I'mma tell you one time don't FUCK with me Get down Beat his ass ain't got nothin' to lose And i'm havin a bad day Don't make me take it out on you You want WHAT with me I'mma tell you one time don't FUCK with me Get down Beat his ass ain't got nothin' to lose And i'm havin a bad day Don't make me take it out on you Maann cause I don't wanna do that I wanna have a good time and enjoy my Jack Sit back and watch some women get drunk as hell So I can wake up in the morning with a story to tell I know it's been a little while since I've been out the house But now I'm here you wanna stand around runnin' yo' mouth I can't hear nothing you sayin' or spittin' so what's up Don't you see we in the club man shut the fuck up Ee Ee Why you all in my ear Talkin' a whole bunch a sh t that I ain't tryin to hear Get Back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that Ee Ee I ain't playin' around Make one false move I'll take you down Get back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that Ah We in the red light district Ah We in the red light district Whoo We in the red light district Ah We in the red light district Whoo We in the red light district Whoo The red light district Whoo The red light district Ah The red light district |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
Ooh..You feel that As I take you to them dirt roads deep down in your southern roots Where nobody said life was gon be easy And we travel through this emotional rollercoaster called life and we have our ups and downs Just keep in mind, when you hit rock bottom There ain't nowhere to go but up baby Just all about how you deal with it, ya feel me Listen here When life seems hopeless It make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest Cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is FUCK THE WORLD Man, ever since life's been a gamble, my lifes been in shambles Double-edge swords burning both sides of the candle But Chris, you can't handle the truth Don't wanna face reality So lower than accept my apology Please like when police say freeze And I ain't do shit but I'm down on my knees Its a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away I charge the game and put my problems on layaway A black man but I feel so blue So I smoke green and purple til my dreams come true And my eyes turn red, the sky turns grey Children slangin white in the hood, we call it yay Drinkin' Ol' Gold down my yellow brick road Where we write my script until my storys been told See, I got a little money and my lifes been up Now I'm fallen and I can't get up I had a dream about a dope fiend And its strange cause he get a bentley right away seem to get just for bout anything Pure survival, I want to talk with him He said he was too busy for that but I was more than willing the walk with him So as we walked, he talked and I just listened He said theres a big difference between crackers and niggaz And he said white folks look out for the white folks But uhh...black folks blame other black folks when there ain't enough black folks But yo...to make a long story short We need to pay more attention and do things thats way more convincing He told me you know, I wouldn't say something that wasn't worth it And I damn sure wouldn't waste my time tellin you something that'll hurt you Its your fault for anything if you done stand for something thats for certain But niggaz don't be listenin and that shit be hurtin Not all of us but some of us And if we don't hurry up, they gon bury each and every life of us Sometimes I can't deal with my daily issues just being sober Lifes a bitch and I can't control her I wish I could and sometimes to cry on we need a shoulder The government stand us up to run us over And in the hood, they don't seem to understand, god damn What's really got me wondering if this part of the bigger plan? Man I smell something fishy going on Its way beyond blowing away the smoke from all of swishas going on There ain't much that I can do about it (no) But preach the word, tell my peoples spend your money wisely (yup) Don't be absurd by somethings that are fishy (Like what) Like at home, wake up and open your eyes to what the fuck is going on Cause they constantly getting rid of us (yup) One by one, whether its drugs or diseases or its gun by gun I ain't no saint either, I feel I'm even doing wrong By using whats in this to get through this song You know, y'all gonna mess around and keep on complaining Bout slavery and umm that was over 40-50 years ago, you know Black folks need to move on no stay strong and umm, y'all keep playing with us crackers They gonna have your ass somewhat tied up, wired up Of the backroads of South Florida, Georgia you know And they make it so God can't do nothing for you Can a church get an Amen God for the thugs too Amen |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
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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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
In this life, one thing counts In the bank, large amounts This life, that's all that everybody care about man, money That's all everybody want nigga that's gon' solve all your problems It's the BEGINNING of yo' problems, man listen here, look Now everybody wants a piece of my pockets And it don't help when I'm screamin on these records that I'm rich Callin people from my number, now I block it Cause ain't nothin worse than gettin haunted by a stalkin-ass bitch! Oh yeah! Cause good game, I talk it And yet you so true, some women'll have you feelin blue like Crips I lay my feet upon the path and I walk it I spread my wealth out or someone close'll have me layin in a ditch! I've had my friends steal from me (yup) snatch my credit card out my wallet, hit the town and leave outstandin bills for me They say I got the cash fo' it, and I can't recall one single member of my family that never asked fo' it They be kickin down do's, and bustin out flo's Can't get me on the phone so they'll surprise me at my shows And everybody needs a loan plus they say they won't blow it All I hear is, "C'mon cuz - you know I'm good fo' it!" Man.. And I got one of the biggest families y'all ever seen in y'all life man Imagine that - fourth and fifth and sixth cousins Callin me and shit I don't even know who these.. I ain't never met these people in my life! Momma I KNOW you ain't givin these people my number I know you so you wouldn't do it, but y'all my family I guess it's only right for y'all to ask me If if you had it, knahmsayin, maybe I'd ask YOU It's crazy man, but look here Now don't get me wrong, cause bein rich is such a beautiful thing But mo' money, mo' problems, people drive me insane Not givin no handouts no mo', some take advantage and flee My goal's to set my friends up to make some paper like me Put 'em in position to make they wishes come - true So they can have multiple accounts that gain interest overnight Given a million dollars what you gon', do? Map your life out for your kid's kids, or would you spent it overnight? Now see me I'll do both, I got unlimited funds My daughter's life was set before her stankin butt turned one And it don't help that I got fo' or five retirement funds So if I choose before I'm thirty I can lay in the sun My dividends can show and prove the REAL meanin of fun That's why I live by the sword but you can die by my gun The IRS'll never sweat me or even put up a fight Cause I'm sure I've paid more in taxes than you've made in yo' LIFE, because Ludacris - over Don't play with that IRS man, I'll swear, ain't nothin more embarassin than havin them come take all yo' shit out yo' crib man Don't think it can't happen to you man, I'm tellin you man Just like games on the street collect tax The government markin income towards collectin tax It happened to some of our heroes, Redd Foxx, Willie Nelson Peabo Bryson, knocked out one of yo' cribs, you don't even know it man (Whattup J.D.?) Women don't like a nigga who got the IRS all on they ass I'ma tell you like this And women these days don't want a man without a nice paycheck So we splurge, even though our lives ain't in the right place yet Buyin jewelry and some cars just to impress these whores Meanwhile your child's poor like, "Daddy what you left me for?" Yeah but it all comes back, that's why I named my daughter Karma Who's teachin me the lesson of life and makin me smarter I sweep her off her feet cause I'm her knight in shinin armor And I'll have your FUCKIN HEAD if anybody tries to harm her (kill yo' ass) Gotta teach her about the game that most us niggaz'll spit And about these scandalous-ass women that get money through gifts They'll suck a cold hard wood for some cold hard cash Or ride a brother good then put a foot up on the gas of that brand new ride.. Pick up her friends while you slip and she slide.. Drop top Benz, gold diggers inside.. crazy what the world'll do for money thinkin that everything will be alright, cause Yeh! They don't call it the root of all evil for nothin people Listen to my words, believe what I'm tryin to tell you man "Money can't change ME!" That's what e'rybody say man But you know what, money really can't change me I don't think it did, shit if it did somebody come tell me right now Everybody talkin 'bout, "If I get rich I don't need all those cars I only need one or two cars," BULLSHIT! Hahaha I can't lie, I'm guilty of splurgin too man 'Til I learned the difference between assets and liabilities Really important man, I swear Sometimes I wish I didn't have all this money man ... nah I'm just playin, I'll work through my problems |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
Yeahhhh baby, heh heh, yeahh! Back again (that's right) Luda! Ha ha ha ha (Feel this) It gets meaner and meaner each time baby Feelin real good too (holla at 'em man) What up Uncle 'Face! (Yeah) I'm a bull in this industry man (tell 'em) Some would rather run down and get one cow (nah) I think I'd rather walk down and get 'em all You know what I'm talkin 'bout right? Look I'm never goin nowhere so don't try me My music sticks in fans veins like an IV Flows poison like Ivy, oh they grimy Already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign me Respected highly, HIIII MR. O'REILLY Hope all is well, kiss the plantiff and the wifey Drove through the window, the industry super sized me Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me I'm on the rise, so many people despise me Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!) It's a celebration and everyone should invite me Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!) Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me My whole aura's so MEAN in my white tee Nobody light-skinded reppin harder since Ice-T You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me! Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?) I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright) Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man) Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?) I'm comin for that number one spot! (Woo, hey) Keep it goin it won't stop! (What you doin man?) I'm comin for that number one spot! Yes indeed, Ludacris I'm hotter than Nevada Ready to break the steerin column on yo' Impala If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha Father, father, and hey I love gold But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake I crush mics until my hand breaks Then shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straight The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+ Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars Causin al disasters, it's the master Make music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat Bastards These women tryin yo get me out my Pelle Pelle They strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!" Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin like Flo-Jo Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo Ladies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girls Ludacris sent down to take over the whole world! |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out! I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out! So if you with me and you tipsy throw your fist up! If you got diamonds and they shinin throw your wrist up! Hey hey It's Luda Luda get it right I'm Mr. Money Machine And I'm steady lookin for two women I can come in between You can catch me chillin up in the cut but I'm always ready for ac-tion I'm stunt, like Jackie Chan and lay low, like {?} Jack-son Ma-xin and rela-xin, haters, do they really wanna test me mannnn I got an arsenal waitin, do they really wanna catch me mannnn No, I, don't, think, so I've, got killers on the pay-roll if there's a, problem then say-so I, make dough until there's none left I run with plenty gangs that's holdin thangs and rearrange your frame in one breath So to keep on breathin I suggest you take this beatin 'Tis the season for bleedin and we've been lookin for a reason Hey hey Come holla at me, I'm a star, I got the hood on smash You know me! My whole car smell like a woodshop class I point 'em out like her, her, that girl with the mouth plus you and your friends Let me show you some whips that don't come out 'til the year of 2010 So I'm flockin 'em in, 'til the droptop is rockin again Boy I got it locked, if you think not, then you'll get popped in the chin And I'm clockin these ends, my record sales are blockin 'em in Gotta thank those blessed to walk the streets to those that's locked in the pen My entourage is game faces, mean muggin, mean muggin Now the media is convinced that we thuggin, we thuggin Momma told me grow up to be somethin, be somethin I went diamond with this album so we buckin, we buckin I'm so far ahead it's only RIGHT for you to hate on me mayne When I'm pushin 90 by myself up in the H.O.B. lane They tryin to figure how many mo' women that I can take on my plane Bein one of the few rappers responsible for changin the game Now desperate artists tryin to sue but they just makin some claims Can't get in the spotlight for NOTHIN and it just makes 'em insane That's why some of the niggaz resort right back to bakin that 'caine And sellin it off to junky monkeys who keep bakin they brain As they grow older they'll be feelin a lot of achin and pain So right at the head they might as well just be aimin that thang And you ain't helpin the process out by always cakin these dames But it is hard givin up the place where they be shakin they thangs |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
The fancy cars The women and the caviar You know who we are Cause we pimpin' all over the world The fancy cars The women and the caviar You know who we are Cause we pimpin' all over the world Sing It Hoes (Wooorld, The World, The World) All over the world, baby It's only right that I share my experiences with y'all Cause I've been places you'll never imagine But I'ma start it at home When I see a girl I like I walk straight up to them and I'm like (ugh) Hey girl how you doin' You are the woman that I'm really pursuin' And I would like to get to know ya Can you gimme ya name If you jot down ya number you'll get mine in exchange (Heyy) See I'm the man of this town And I hope you would'nt mind If I showed you around So when you go to certain places you'll be thinkin of me We got, people to meet And many places to see (Heyy) I'm really diggin' ya lips But be careful where you walkin' When you swingin' them hips Cause I'm kinda concerned That you'll be causin' a crash With your traffc jam booty Heads pausin' so fast (Heyy) I would'nt trade you for the world I swear it I like ya hair and every style that you wear it And how the colors cordinate with your clothes From your manicured nails to your pedicured toes You hear the song so dance Don't always think I'm tryna get in your pants Cause see me my pimpin's in 3-D I'm takin' you places you only see on T.V Tryna show ya how you livin' is trife How many guys you know Can bring the travel channel to life One day we on the auto-bind Swervin drivin Next day we in the sun on the Virgin Islands If you with me ain't no time to sleep Especially at Wet Willies on Miami Beach But I drive you off and pay you no attention If make it to Atlantas Brina Brothers convention Then jump in the car and just ride for hours Maki'n sure I don't miss the homecoming at Howard Hawaii to D.C. it's plenty women to see So if yo ass don't show up it's more women for me (Heyy) Ludacris I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade Then at night I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades Outnumbered by the dozens at the jazz fest In Mardi Gras all the women tryna show me their chest (Heyy) I'm in Jamaica spendin massive bucks While the ladies all beggin' me to masha tucks, I had Sad beginnings when I rapped with no fans Now it's all happy endings on my lap in Japan (Heyy) I used to think that it was way too cold Til' I went to Canada and saw some beautiful hoes Now I hit the Carribean every year in Toronto Then fly to Illinois to get a taste of Chicago(ugh) Oh yet and still You would'nt believe your eyes if you went to Brazil (But where the best at) Ain't no need of even askin brah The best women all reside in Africa And that's real Pimpin' pimpin' pimpin' Ladies and gentlemen as we ride out Could we have all the real pimps Please put both of your pinky fingers high in the air Now ladies look around with me, let's see if We can weed some of these niggaz out Cause it's no way that all these niggaz could be pimpin' Now if you happen to see a nigga With two sweat patches up under his arms Look like he been swimmin' In shoulder height water Please tell that nigga "put your hands down" If you smell like you been at work all day and your car Please "put your hands down" Now look up at the pinky fingers that Are still in the air, if you see him ashy around the knuckles Like the nigga wash half of his hands and lotion three quarters of his body Please say "put your hands down" If your spinnin' rims Spin counter clockwise, you are not pimpin' If you are dancin' on the dancefloor And you look to your left and your right And you do not see a woman in sight Guess what? You guessed it. You are not pimpin If your Vodka and Cranberry is really really dark like blood That's because you didn't order Vodka buddy That's why it's three dollars a glass "Put your hands down" Now look down, I need everybody to pull up your pants leg one time ok You see the nigga with the white socks NOT PIMPIN! Sorry unless you part of the "Beat It" entorauge If your shoes have a buckle on... |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
What up aye shawty what it is
[Repeat 3x] [Chorus] Lil Buddy watch you want some violent shit 2 stepping laid back still wilding shit what up Aye baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion [Repeat 2x] [Verse 1] Man I'm like a needle in a haystack so face that going back to the drawing board connect dots But can't trace that Matta fact erase that cause I'm this late track get you face slapped and I'm Straight so don't taste that try something different and shit I'm listening and shit speaking about What hip-hop missing and shit I'm bout to fill a void Ludacris born in Illinois raised in Atlanta Taught hamma since I was a little boy ain't nobody like me so they wanna fight me fight me step To me now but it ain't like me people swear they sike me just cause he's light-skinned with braids in His hair don't mean that nigga look like me trick get you mind right living in a limelight so Picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a Klondike Bar Bar hardy hard tell yo mama I'm a ghetto Superstar [Chorus] [Verse 2] Only 75 I make but still a bigshot plus I gotta big clean everyday stay fresher than whats in A ziploc tell yo man to kick rocks when I make my pit stops I'm in then its hard to get me out Like I'mma slip not Born to be a leader and not no not a follower only hang wit chicks that got mo Twist than Oliver And I'mma tell my hollower would I like to borrow her lips bringing out the best In me specially if she's a swallower freaky-deaky yellow man, and I'm sayin' hello man to all the lovely ladies that like to Jiggle like jello man bigger booty small waist put me in a small place and if it ain't no ass Where I'm at then I'm in the wrong place bells like a bondsman but keep 'em dancing got pop potential stay black like Bob Johnson who the hell is that in that fancy car tell yo mama I'm a ghetto superstar [Chorus] [Verse 3] Jump down turn around Pick a bale of cotton Jump down turn around Pick a bale of hay Oh Lordy pick a bale of cotton Oh Lordy Pick a bale of hay [Repeat 1x] Still working like a slave Learning tricks in the trade in the ghetto state of mind till I'm rich and I'm paid picking records Like cotton in the thick of the day Till I'm spoiled and I'm rotten and they send us away life no different that ozar minimum wage Mo money but still locked in a similar cage either losers of tomorrow or we winners today, Now just that and theres Really nothing missing to say but [Chorus] |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK) Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is) Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK) Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is) Let it rush through your veins, cause I'ma be the one to step up and put a hundred thousand dollars on the game Got a pocket full of change and they C-note stacks Bustin dominoes, spades, cee-lo, craps We shootin pool at the Luda-plex; I slap a hundred on the table just to see if any fools wanna do it next I got games galore, I got game for sure And when I win I spit game to whores (yep) Or double it back, I'll double the stacks Throw a dub, a big face or double the stack (boy) And we can 'bout anything that you wanna do But come up short and OH THE THANGS that the gun'll do Throw in the towel cause I'm makin 'em sweat Or put your house on the line and I can cover the bet So hurry up and come get some, if you want some You know the phrase - scared money don't make none! Throw some money on the books, cause I know how to call 'em Somebody tell my fam I got a gamblin problem I don't know when to STOP, maybe when somebody's drug away by the COPS, or when I'm blowin steam Countin green in the DROP, because whether legal or illegal all my people bring the strength to the block Yessir, I thought you knew it, we loco We'll bet on anything, just to see if anybody's gon' do it It's people livin they LIFE comin up off change And hustlers payin they bills comin up off games Whether it's Madden or it's Live, tell 'em pick up the sticks They call me Mr. Put-Down-Two-And-Pick-Up-Six Then walk away with a clean slate; catch me out in A.C. Callin yo' bluff with Puff eatin cheesecake So all my ramblers, runners and money scramblers Put your drinks up to all compulsive gamblers I'm up in Vegas with a stack of black chips Breakin the whole casino and doin backflips, man Cameras eyein us, sidebetters tryin us The more chips we stack, the more drinks they buyin us Tryin to get me off my grind, but it won't work Cause I can drink a fifth of gin and it don't hurt I'm still breakin 'em, and dice still shakin 'em I'll step in any place, just ask X what I say to 'em |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
You might as well put dat down we on our way to Cali to get some real dough Hello waz up girl? Waz up baby? I miss you. I know When you coming out here? Who da FUCK iz dat? Ahh Damn I dont play dat shit owwwwwwwwww Get off dis got dammn phone. Nigga who da fuck iz dis? Im a Ol' G Nigga Waz up nigga dis dis Luda. Luda who nigga Luda LUDA.. Luda... Ludacris? YE YE Yeah NIGGA ahh Snap. Aye man how you now my girl? Man i got all yo albums. Man Back For The First Time. Man ya know what im sayin. I even got Incock Negro man. ahhh man My bad baby get up off da floor. you didnt tell me it waz Luda. Aint dat a bitch. My girl Fuckin Luda. HE HE HELLO? Yeaah Ima call you back. |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
Gotta keep it a secret (woo!) Ay man let me ask you somethin man You ever have one of them days where you felt like you mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life? Y'knahmean like you just got your paycheck Paid off a car note or somethin Just jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muh'fucka Witcha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkinbout? You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note? Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party Like call e'rybody you know, don't even plan it, just do it In Compton we call that "spur of the moment" Well let's do it, spur of the moment, whattup? Well you can bring the drinks a little mo' my way More I say, on another hot sunny Cali-for-nye day Just touched down, called up my 8-1-8 fo' a date with some other bust downs And I cruised up the block, car losed up the top I take the breeze, quick break the trees Feel good as we flippin through the Robb Repo't My baby momma ain't trippin on child suppo't Because she can't support that garbage, she should come pay homage When we pair 'em, we gon' share 'em, when I'm finished we all switch I ain't really got the time, yo I'm chillin with Luda- -cris stop and twist the buddha got me feelin like this is it If we gon' party, we gon' sip, we got a bar We all in shape, we gon' go far, you can't stop the car We on the freeway, if you get out you burnt You woulda thought you woulda learned me when my hair was all permed I think y'all bullshittin with it dawg It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight KJ Therefore, in my life, everything's gonna be, alright G'd up, my mind is freed up KJ From the day, through the night, everything's gonna be, alright Arabian Spruce, Seagram's bumpy and juice We used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get loose Not the kind of cats that would jump in your bag for your jewels But to put some money in it for your drink and your shoes We get the News like MTV, every ten to the hour We play Mario Brothers, we eat the 'shroom and get power Now eat your sour powers, and use your dental floss What does bein mental cost? If you ain't knowin you already lost So stay with me, and let's get tipsy Rememberin the days on the block sippin whiskey Runnin 'round grinnin, runnin 'round sinnin Gettin lit, then I wonder why my head kept spinnin But I'm all grown up now, less throwin up now Record blowed up, so my hood throwed up Now let's break loose cause your boy's around And tonight we gon' celebrate bein allowed riiiiight It's just one of those days, without a care in the world You ain't gotta look mean, I know you care for your girl But she's lookin this way and I'm gonna come get her Fresh haircut, so I'm feelin quite kipper Can't nothin go wrong cause my strap's on my back And if fools wanna scrap then my tool will attack But forget the click-clack, ain't no need for the steel Just a straight house party and some meat on the grill If it's Los Angeles, watch a boss handle biz I'ma put this on my kids, stupid it's an outfit If you ain't been around the world keep yo' mouth zipped Cause I do {?} elevation You see I'm not normal and I'm not a homo I'm mo' apt to shoot a porno with you in cornrows And call it "More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume 6" And show it in the back of my truck, at the picnic |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
Yeah.. we gon' send this one out to e'rybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship Let's ride Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you It's get out, put my pedal to the flo' and let's roll! Yesss, 7 cars, 8 cribs and ain't a damn thing changed I'm still pumpin 10 kickers, still grippin the grain Still candy in the paint, still ridin them thangs And most my folks would say I'm happy but I still feel pain Until I, jump in my ride, that's my only escape Me and my automobile's got these neighbors screamin, "Gimme a break!" It's a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses Don't be mad cause I can't hold my 500 horses Lamborghinis and Porsches, Ferraris and Vipers I'ma wipe the seats witcho' drool then rub the hood with a diaper Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank I MEAN to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank Go strap your seatbelts on, go put your money up Go put your life on the line, go put your honey up Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys Time to play or better yet it's time to bring out them toys We goin Assign your name in the streets (sign your name in the streets) Yo, one of my ways of releasin tension while I'm releasin some steam Even if I just put a fresh coat of wax on I'm makin sure the slippers is clean The 26's is mean, shut down the block, nigga picture the fiends My system supreme, you can feel the knock, just picture the scene The chickens just scream, whole crew ballin they sick of my team We gettin the cream, I'm through hollerin, I'm livin my dream I'm black with a scheme, won't stop until that fat lady sings And yeah it's actual and factual what my faculty brings A car show for whatever we slide and wherever we glide You can keep your rules and regulations man cause we don't abide And we lookin alive, Mercedes Benz, 6 or the 5 In a Beamer, Lexus or Ac', we don't know how to act when we drive And I fiend for the ride, I lay back and lean to the side Onlookers and turnin heads is all that's seen through his eyes I'm breezin on by, and no doubt, it's easy to fly But it's even better when you slow down or ease to the side and go I'm ridin up in, GTO's, and fo'-fo'-two's Grand Prixs, S-S's cause we so so cool Ridin Regals or the 'llacs, we in Chevelles and Verts Skylarks, motorcycles, ATV's with the works Malibus and Camaros, T-Birds and Novas Escalades, Navigators, Expeditions and Rovers H-2's and Denalis, pickup trucks with the beams Crown Vics, Monte Carlos, even Cutlass Supremes are goin Assign your name in the streets (sign your name in the streets) |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
Yeah.. what.. you! UH-HUH! C'MON! Yeah.. yeah, what? Nasty Nas, Virgo Uh-huh L-L-Ludacris, Virgo Uh uh uh Doug Fresh As we go, somethin like this Nasir.. Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo Hey girl, just come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though I drop you off at, Willoughby and Myrtle Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off You seen me convince your homegirl though Plus she says her life is too hard She says that she wanna come and build with the God Promise that she gon' play her part Cause what I spit gets straight to her heart And, she's damn fine, feet Hammertime, damn if I mind Love is the bu-bubblin back of your waistline I don't waste time, gotta GET GET ON IT Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron and in the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes She walked by askin me, "Are you Nas?" Why? "If you was I'd be totally twi" What's that? "Totally with it, T.W.I." Ha ha, well, here I am, yep I'm the man Bartender put a Cosmo in that girl hand So, here we standin before I begin Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem Tongue skills, yeah I like that, now we on the right track Straight to my Phantom, call Africa Black {brrrring} Ever since then, she been yappin a track Told her friends, now they hollerin behind her back Sing! Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (that's right!) Hey girl, just come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo (tell 'em, tell 'em) We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though I drop you off at, Peachtree and Myrtle (uh) Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off You seen me convince your homegirl though Now I was, so fresh and so fly in diamonds When I stepped up in the club even my arms was shinin Bling! A little cute thing said, "What's yo' name?" I put my necklace in her face and told her read the chain Oooh ooh, so stuck up, told me shut the fuck up BLAOW! Ludacris in the ho-oooh-ouse The needle hit the record, they was playin this song All the ladies hit the floor and it was EH EH ON Live forever like Fame, let the Leroys dance While I'm laid back chillin in my b-boy stance Could be a little pop lockin if your girl's top droppin But watch for cockblockin on my coochie stock options But later for the ASSDAQ, throw 'em on the fast track Make 'em swip swap Nasty N-A-S pass that honey in the black cause I'm feelin her curves He looked down at what I had and said WA WA WORD Why only serve one when we can serve up two Then at the bachelor's pad, doin what the Virgos do And these women so shy but get loud undercover So we can have sex but I CAN'T BE YOUR LOVERRRRRRRRRRR {DEF breakdown buck buck buck buck buck buck) Ah, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha ah ah-ah SING! Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (c'mon) Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (c'mon) Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo (c'mon) We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though (that's right) I drop you off at, Two-Fifth and Lex-o Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off Seen you convince your homegirl though They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat Virgo proof baby run the streets So let's go (let's go) let's go (let's go) for the beat Let's go (let's go) it's the Virgo Let's go (Nasty Nas) let's go (Ludacris) And if you don't know, now you know - Doug E. Fresh |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
Uhhuhh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow (Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something and you think they talking) (Bout you, you not quite sho' Younasayin' but it aint no way they talking' bout) (You, ducing the new membes of Disturbing Tha Peace: Small World) (From Norfclk, Dolla Boi from Playaz Circle, Here we go What?) Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me 3, 2, 1 What's begun, is the start but bitch we be saying we "we just getting started it since one" Y'all been monitoring, pondering bout it How bout I, pull it out and kapaow, I'll heat em up out his mouth with it Big Small World, Norfclk is the gang, extended clip in the jeans Put em in a box like Bisquick I'm a laker wit clips, get em in the lake wit clips Truth is ya a clipper with clips aint cha bitch I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you for looting dollars But you lootless and dollarless, fuck it I shot for Luda n Dolla I crash parties, blast with proposed toast Im a have a problem like Scrap blat with me short of hoes One for ya damn lips, or there be mixture of blood and dandruff If you don't get my damn drift Creep to ya grave and leak DT Piss This is yo highness at his less tempered Keep it pimpin' and watch Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me I been having a bad day, the same ol shit We don't give a fuck about who you is The same ol clique, and the same ol biz The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip The same 4-4, with the same ol clip Half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get, bitch R.I.P. Rick James "I'm Rich Bitch" You talkin' to much, nigga you a snitch bitch And we don't do it like that We do 3 quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack Unload em reload em, we back black And when dem gats letting off Red dots loud noises like planes taking off Dolla Boi I got the game in a cross, make me bang at cha boss For dem things coming soft, nigga Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then its dick I give her Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver Neva back down, won't shake nor shiver Fuck with me and get found in the shadohoochie river This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker But shoties to the body make him drop much quicker Yeah I appear to be a nice lil nigga Fuck with anything I love, I'm a stone cold killa Eating off of 'Sace, sleeping on chinchilla 8 figga nigga, I'm a multi milla See me in the street, it can't get no realer Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla My neighbors say my house can't get no bigga I do good ass bidness, with a bad ass temper Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper Or I'll Brrrrddd Stick Her HaHaHa Stick HER! Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me |
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