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[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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[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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[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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[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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[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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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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| 4:53 |
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(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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[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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| 4:49 |
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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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| 3:10 |
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[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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| 0:36 |
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| 4:40 |
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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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[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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[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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| 5:07 |
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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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