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| 2. |
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| 4:18 |
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| 4. |
| 4:18 |
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| 5. |
| 2:27 | 
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Ludacris (MC Medallian) whispers: Man, i cant belive this.. Whole family bout
to get kiced out on the strets. I aint got no money, God. Man its gonna get worse. Lady at Big Chain Records (LaChainya): Good Morning, Big Chain Records this is LaChainya speaking. How may I help you? Ludacris: Uh yeah.. um.. I seem to be having a couple problems (whoa whoa)wit my contract. LaChainya: We have a chain of commands here. Sounds like you need to speak to the head chain in charge. Hold please. MUSIC: BIG CHAIN RECORDS. BIG CHAIN. BIG CHAIN RECORDS. BIG CHAIN. Big Chainy: Big Chainy! Ludacris: Hey Mr. Chainy Big Chainy: Hey hold for a sec., (whispers) yeah i need 30 chains down in New Oreleans. Go 'head Ludacris: yeah, um... its MC Medallian here... Big Chainy: Medallian, how ya doin, brotha? Ludacris: Hey can i come up and see you?'cause im having a couple.... Big Chainy: sure, sure, man, I love new talent. Luda: Aight Big Chainy: Hey Medallian how ya doin'? Luda: Whats goin on... Big Chainy: Thats a pretty little chain you got there (i know, i know) Luda: Um... i was having a couple problems here because i was lookin' over my contract and i seem to be having a some issues. It states here that im supposed to get my advance when i signed the contract and I still havent gotten my advance and i dont know whats goin' on. Big Chainy: Oh.... okay... I see where that could be a problem. (Luda:right) What i dont think you understand is that what we're gonna do is give you a really big ass chain, just a big ASS chain (backround: big ass chain) Luda: Okay. Big Chain. Okay, okay i understand that but it says here that im supposed to get some monitary* value. I-I dont have any money, i-i need money... Big Chainy: I could see where the confusin' would come in at. What i dont think you understand is that we're gonna give you a really BIG ASS chain, a big (luda:right) , platnium big ass chain an-annd onthe back end we're gonna give you some big ass earrings. Luda:okay look, i understand about the chain man, my family's about to get kicked out on the street (big chainy: oh thats terrible) i mean, i have no money whatsoever. I need money.. Big Chainy: you know what? i dont usually do this, okay... i dont usually do this but but since you dont believe. Jake, bring out the chain! (backround: QUE THE CHAIN!) (backround: AHHH! Damn thats a big ass chain!) that is a big ass chain... Luda: oh God. i, i guess i didnt realize how big ths chain was (Big Chainy: yeah, its, its not a problem) i'm sorry. jus-just forget about what i was talkin about... Big Chainy: Not a problem... Big Chain Records is takin off, we're expanding. (right, right) We're gettin' bigger and better (right). You know what, chains can be loose? much bigger. Pretty soon we're gonna have a whole chain of big ass chains (luda: alright. BIG CHAIN RECORDS! |
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| 7. |
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| 9. |
| 3:17 |
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| 10. |
| 2:21 |
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| 11. |
| 4:48 |
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| 12. |
| 4:54 |
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Just get on down
8x North, North, South, South, East, East, West, West 4x Shit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of Fayo and apple juice Throw up a deuce, Keep my hat banged to the left and ain't scared to act a fool So what you gone do, you betta not speak unless spoken to cause I bust that shit'it Dump that Philly, I could back dro wit a lac wit a yak, gettin drunk off in it Through the Chi like North, North, South, South Niggas talk shit put that work in they mouth In the East, East, West, West, niggas bust back put a slug in ya chest Cause I'm hood, hood, gutter, gutter Shauna got juice like a muh'fucka Hood of the hustlas and bloodsuckas Back in the bricks wit that good Fep, in the spot, buyin yak wit my balla camp All them bitches holla'n bout is (Where them fuckin dollas at) Yeeah, I got them hos, I got them O's, I got Air phones for those hos And yeeah, I got white phones, got black phones, I got crack weed in the floor So get on the grind, Get on some lime,Get on mine, let ya mind take course Got dip in the ride, Switchin the tires, Whippin the fire 85 Chevy Sport See if you got 16's, I will make that pliz'ay And I'm dressed like a dope boy, throwin up them triz'eys East side, whole Masterfield rainbow Flight soles, kinda roll where them thangs blow Good wood, not wastin that payroll Five hos trapped, boys got rapers My size got air nigga rep that We ride, rock sells and I bet that Car is a gutless, pistol is a must bitch Let a nigga know that his head I will bust quick Some slum niggas know what I'm talkin bout Lil rob fillin hos in the parkin lot Gimme head while I'm bustin that two track It was trill, hit the fence, never looked back Big thug, hit clubs in the fifth book Dollar Boy, let em know how to rip folk If a bitch broke, gotta let her slide, though 2-0 represent East side ho Hell, I'm up in the club, 4 whippin up, just throwin up pitch forks to (what, what) Tupac, I'm a rider, hoppin out, Gangsta crip disciples (Yeeah!) Wilin on the side of the club and dressed in blood colors, waitin on a sign to (Yeeah!) Pull out the gats and attack on them boys that thought that (they thought it couldn't happen) They blastin and screamin, we ain't friends, ain't no need to pretend (Shawty!) Split the mens, for my homey that got killed last weekend His brains was left leakin while his body got cold Now it's y'all life that y'all owe Time to even the score, case closed (2x) Scratching |
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| 5:07 |
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Yeah, W-J-I-V-E radio You damn right we jam The phone lines are ringin off the hook But I'm not gon awnser them cuz I don't wanna hear shit you got say We gotta special guest in the house tonight Little Fate in this bitch, an probly in yours So here's the number 1 song in the night, when I touch down, by lil Fate Now don't get mad at me cuz ya hoe outta pocket and she chose (she chose) Just charge it to the game and find another dame cuz I'm already outta the dough (of the dough) for sure we big pimpin We blow but keep sippin, this is every day livin Wood grain an chrome spinnin, hhen I touch down When I touch down When I touch down boys frown cuz girls flock around Lil shorty from the A-Town hit the club and buy a round for the whole place Girls a henny straight wit no chase I'm like skin deep, Bo legged and cute face An aggressive playa I stay abroad like 2nd base Gone an cuppa my nigga oops its too late Ya hoe chose Fate guess she wasn't ya soulmate I fucked her on the first date while you spoilt her for months straight So what is it bout Fate that got these girls attracted Imma NVP playa I got the game mastered Got girls, flippin out like gymnastics Gold I got carrots on my neck and wrist A SS impala dubbs on that bitch Hoes scream when I step up from parkin the whip I ain't conceded dogg, I'm just confident Them niggaz heat it cuz they bitches give me compliments Now when the spot get shutdown fate Maude is the reason Mink coat V.I.P. in, why you standin inna long line freezin Holdin ya p an, ya girl whisperin come pick me up this evening Once you done dropped her off, just so I can knock |
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| 14. |
| 4:43 |
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I-20 Don't make me swang on ya bitch ass Fuck around and pull that thang on ya bitch ass Shit, I like to get to fightin witcha bitch ass Roll a blunt, get to lightin on yo' bitch ass Dealer baby, got a chrome on yo' bitch ass A.T.L. - I'm ridin home on yo' bitch ass You know me dog - just might stunt on yo' bitch ass Hell, later on my niggaz jump on yo' bitch ass And how we do it in the South on ya bitch ass Where niggaz pack and pull it out on yo' bitch ass Look, I'm quick to put the gator on ya bitch ass Flip the script and wear some gators on yo' bitch ass I take it back to the gate on yo' bitch ass Let niggaz seek and flip some weight on yo' bitch ass Bronson family some me love witcha bitch ass If you see me holla "Dog!" witcha bitch ass Bitch niggaz! cut-n-scratched: "Tity Boi" Tity Boi I'm drinkin Cartier with my slick ass Shit I was born to be a playa with my slick ass Yo, you know I got game with my slick ass Give a bitch a fake name with my slick ass Yo, in case I need to creep with my slick ass You know I might need a freak with my slick ass I gave a cheese a whole week with my slick ass I couldn't tell nobody but this beat with my slick ass Yo, you see how I snap with my slick ass Hold these, switch tracks with my slick ass Yeah A-Town on the map with my slick ass Fuck a pound, I gave 'em dap with my slick ass Yo yo, I got mad with my slick ass Two cars, one tag with my slick ass Yo yo, we at them bad with my slick ass So slick you need a cast for my slick ass - you might fall! cut-n-scratched: "Fate know what I'm talkin about" Fate Wilson Oh he so adorably cute with his short ass And he'll fuck the shit up out you with his short ass Don't get it wrong, that thing long for his short ass Have you screamin "Ohh Lord!" with his short ass Yeah, you know he on parole with his short ass For stealin unattended hoes with his short ass You gotta watch him, he's so cunning with his short ass Spendin time of fittin hundreds with his short ass Runnin with Tity he be in the trap for his short ass Rollin off in big sacks with his short ass His britches sag to his knees with his short ass Bitch please! He a G for his short ass He don't pay so he get in for free with his short ass Stay reppin Godby, C.P. with his short ass Stay rockin Burberry and Gucci with his short ass Dough and jewelry shows and boobies built to describe Lil' Fate's short ass cut-n-scratched: "I be that nigga named Luda" Ludacris Uh-huh, okay, uhh Fresh off the scene on yo' puss ass Big pocket full of green on yo' puss ass So fresh and fuckin clean on yo' puss ass Hoes come and get like "DING!" on yo' puss ass Dinner time! Snatch the keys off yo' puss ass Start drivin with my knees on yo' puss ass Look at how the Royce Rolls on yo' puss ass Watchin out for pot-holes on yo' puss ass I know that I'ma get mines on yo' puss ass Ignorin every traffic sign on yo' puss ass I'm still standin 5'8 on yo' puss ass I'll increase the crime rate on yo' puss ass (whoo!) Luda quick to just creep on yo' puss ass Then turn around and take a leak on yo' puss ass God damnit, we'll cut the breaks off yo' puss ass Then do a show on Ricki Lake on yo' puss ass Pussy nigga! cut-n-scratched: "Disturbin' Tha Peace" |
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| 4:32 |
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whistling 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' too and I been thankin of bustin' you Upside ya motherfuckin forehead And if your friends jump in, |
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