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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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| 2. |
| 4:09 |
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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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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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| 4. |
| 4:36 |
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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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| 1:03 |
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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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| 4:22 |
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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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| 2:46 |
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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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| 8. |
| 3:01 |
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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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| 5:05 |
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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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| 0:43 |
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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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| 2:51 |
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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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| 12. |
| 0:33 |
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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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| 4:15 |
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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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| 5:01 |
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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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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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