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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)
*(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)
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)
[*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)
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)
+ (Sleepy Brown)
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday!) Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky System on blast, cops just pass Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday!) Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on up double shot Hennesey fill my cup Luda choke smoke in a big black truck Should I wild out, WHAT THE FUCK?! Act like my rims ain't clean How you gonna ack like my neck don't bling? Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen but they don't never really wanna pop them thangs Cane, cane sugar man Luda don't go and I stop at a light, pull off so slow but I'm out for the night, so pass that dro So, daddy come home in a Cadillac brome, cadillac brome Now don't it sound absurd Claim College Park where they flip them birds Trick car alarms, then bend them curves Chop chop, chunk it up fat man herb * 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)
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 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 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 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)
[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]
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)
[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)
[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)
[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)
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)
(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)
[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)
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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[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)
[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 - 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 - 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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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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)
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)
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)
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)
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 Bun-B - Trill (2005)
[Intro: Ludacris]
I still {*7X*} Tote steel I still tote steel {*2X*} I still, ha [Chorus: Ludacris] + (Bun B) I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill (All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit) I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill (All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit) [Bun B] Bun B is the name, UGK is the click P-A-T is the city so if you hate, suck a dick I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame So if you wanna get it crackin, every nigga is game So we can catch a corner, we can catch a square Any place, any time, I'll be waiting right there See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails So before you play with us, you best play with yourself Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug I'm bout ready to give these buck niggaz a clean slug Cock back the hammer on the god damn steel Put a hollow in the middle of his god damn breel, fuck it [Chorus] [Ludacris] Talking about the carots in my watch, diamonds in my chain Who's baddest on the block, What my status in the game The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold And all them number one chart positions that I hold The money and the wealth, well I'll keep it to myself But I'm always willing to share the firepower on the shelf I'm shiny star spanglin, ding-a-ling danglin Luda the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlin I'm College Park rangering, Houston, Tex mangering So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings I'm banging in the east, west, south, all over the map, boy I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy Semi-automatic so make the click get back boy Click, since I was born, I been the shit And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said sheit [Chorus] [Bun B] Niggaz best to start running, hiding, dodging, and ducking Cause them trill niggaz comin, riding, cocking, and bucking Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck We coming for money and your motherfucking respect We ain't taking no checks, money orders or visa's Your life is on the line so don't motherfucking tease us You gonna need Jesus to hold you and help ya Cause you fucking with me, bitch you gonna see helter skelter That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya You lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when Pimp went to the pen So not everyones associates and nobody's friends Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt Before I put somebody's children under motherfucking dirt, fuck it [Chorus] |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
Warning!
This album contains ludicrous material, Parental discretion is advised. So kids cover your ears n close your eyes Otherwise your about to witness history The thoughts and view expressed on this album Are a direct reflection of the new generation So without further ado I bring you that nigga named Luda I be that nigga named Luda, give a round of applause They say I'm up to no good, I say I'm down for the cause Down for whatever goes down I'm strapped down to my drawers So if your up for some stitches then I'm down for some scars Down to make them get down, stop playing n pause Its two things I'll never break, that's my word n my balls So here's a temporary fix for your permanent flaws This album helps you to release cause life urkin' us all Enough to make you wanna break shit No longer will I take shit From any of these clowns, cause I'm tired of this fake shit I'm ready for some action Ready wit a passion Like pots with the steam, I'm ready to git it cracking Its six years n counting if you think I'm a joke Me getting served is like Bill Gates n Oprah going broke Its bout time they gave it to me, I'm the raining champ Your favorite rapper went to Ludacris' training camp bitch! |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
[Notorious B.I.G. sample:] "I grew up a fucking screw-up
Got introduced to the game, to the game then fucking blew up" [Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample repeated] Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that's a product of they environment Whether getting money legally or ILLEGALLY We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man! Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby Got introduced to the game, I ain't took a breath yet Let's go! [Ludacris] Ever since I was an embryo, waiting to shape up and ship out Something in my brain said, "Wake up and kick out!" Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out Peace up, A-Town gone and then I dipped out And oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out Somebody get him, the lil' nigga's out of control Put a lil' bit of rum in my bottle I'll dream about diamonds and gold Gold gold to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent The essence of adolescence got my body feeling fresh'n fresh'n fresh'n, and it was a blessing to rhyme and start rapping I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections Still the best but now I'm grown with more range than a texan And I'm a heavyweight you niggas is lighter than my complexion [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. sample variations repeat 4X] [Young Jeezy] Ayyyy Y'all already know what it is I'ma tell you nigga C.T., know what it is, 'bout 17-5 Homey fronted me a sip, shit I made it a bird That's seventeen and a half, all I need is the word Say the, ice is cool but them pots is hot You better cook slow but that money come fast I got what you need I hope you brought all the cash You know the kid pimping all over the world A hundred carats got me all over your girl YEAHHHHHHHHHHH, five freaks and my Gucci duffle bag A corporate thug I run with a Playaz Circle I got a Field Mob that'll +Disturb+ your +Peace+ Blowing Sean Jay, all we do is smoke Finish counting my bread and I was getting some head What's up? [Chorus] [Ludacris] I'ma be all the way real with cha, look When I came into the game they ain't do nothing but doubt me Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nothing without me Picking up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that down I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys And five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpie's From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions From hanging on the block to throwing parties in the Hamptons From, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought a plane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTA From dice on the curb to stacking up chips, but harder From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your women dawg I went from ashy to classy Went from a, kiss on the cheek to doing the nasty Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playing your cards Boyyy! [Chorus] |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
[Pharrel]
Shake your money maker Like somebody bout to pay you I see you on my radar Don't you act like you faker She... [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody bout to pay you Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Shake shake shake your money maker Like you was shaking it for some paper Took your mama 9 months to make ya Might as well shake what your mama gave ya You you lookin good in them jeans I bet you look even beter with me in between I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind But you's a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind I got my hoe on my right side Pouring some cups My whole hood is on to left But they ain't giving a fuck So feel free to get loose And get carried away So by tomorrow you forget what you where saying today But don't forget about this feeling That I'm making you get And all the calories you burn From me making you sweat The mile high points you earn When we taking my jet And how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet cause you can [Pharrell] Shake your money maker Like somebody bout to pay you I see you on my radar Don't you act like you faker She... [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey [Pharrell] Shake your money maker Like somebody is bout to pay you Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Switch, switch, switch it from right to left And switch it till you running right out of breath And take a break until you ready again And you can invite over as many friends As you want to, but i really want you, just Be thankful that Pharrel gave you something to bump to Hey hey Luda - I am on top of my game You want my hands from your bottom to the top of your frame And I - just wanna take a little ride on your curves And get erotic giving your body what it deserves Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius Yup call me the renaissance man get up and I stay harder then a cinderblock man Hey i'm just a bedroom gangster And I been meaning to tell you that I really must thank ya when yo [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody about to pay you I see you on my radar Don't you act like you are faker She... [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody about to pay you Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Rock, rock, rock it and make it work, girl Please don't stop untill it hurts, girl You - you been looking a little tipsy So if you could just shake it a little this way See I'm a member of the BBC The original breadwinner of DTP And You the center of attention that's distracting the squad Cause everybody in the camp is like - oh my god, she can [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody about to pay you I see you on my radar Don't you act like you are faker She... [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody about to pay you Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Never scared to be different, the impossibles put into existence. For instance, this is me. What did you expect from the 5th LP? Gone for a minute now I'm back again. Back to back, back to break backs again. Put'em in the back seat of the 'lac again, and rip off the Magnam packagin'. What's happening I'm looking for some girls gone wild.(gone wild) I'm just trying to make these girls all smile(all smile). And I'm gonna make'em dance, So I could see them shake they ass, Then I put'em in a trance, Till I get'em out they pants. Then I'll take'em to a level they might've never been before, We goin' hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below. I got somebody I want you to get ta know. ME. Feel this like Jack the Ripper, Hip hop needs help so I'm back to flip her. Flip her on her back Cause I'm back to stick her and throw up on the track Like it's full of liquor. [Chorus] You felling kinda warm, like you was having (sex) You wetter than a storm like you was taking (X) Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise, So baby close your eyes, get ready for what's(next) You looking at raps most consistent, man whatever they can't do I can. What they want to be in the future I am, a hip-hop mogul's right where I stand. Goddam I'm good, stretch another limit to music I should, Do it like I know and how only I could. Do it like a pro and how only I would. Still I'm looking for some girls gone wild.(gone wild) I'm just trying to make these girls all smile(all smile). And I'm gonna pour petron, till I get'em in the zone, And I'll get 'em all alone, till I make 'em wanna bone. Then I'll take'em to a level they might've never been before, We goin' hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below. I got somebody I want you to get ta know. ME. L-you to the D-A-see to the are-I-S and yeah that's me. The gift to read minds got ESP. Hottest thing on the go since PSP. [Chorus] Wow, MC's, I bake'em. Put me in a circle of homies and I'ma break'em. Might've took your brain a minute to process. Could take the whole game a minute to top this. Just figured out that I'm ahead of my time, wit a flow so fast I'm ahead of my rhyme. Ya clock is off beat, better set it to mine. With a 6 year run havin' a helluva time. Cause I'm always looking for some girls gone wild.(gone wild) I'm just trying to make these girls all smile(all smile). And I'm gonna get high, till I make'em touch the sky, Then I make'em wonder why, why why am I so fly? Cause I took'em to a level they might've never been before, We goin' hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below. I got somebody I want you to get ta know, me A millionaire with extra paper. If you haven't heard go and ask your neighbor. I'm like hot sauce with extra flavor, So put it on your tongue for your mouth to savor. [Chorus] |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
Voice]
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction [Ludacris] Satisfaction [Chorus: Voice] Yeah, blow me a shotgun B-b-blow me a shotgun B-b-blow me a shotgun It gives me (satisfaction) [Verse 1: Ludacris] Can you handle it 808 bang in the back with the woofer like boom boom boom boom With my foot on the pedal and my hand on my strap Got the engine like vroom vroom vroom vroom What's up, you ain't never heard a nigga rap like-like this before I got an addictive flow that'll give you (satisfaction) I'ma make you satisfied, even if it kills me Even if it takes the slower minds, a little bit of time to feel me Recollect the 15 million I sold, or the 30 times I went gold And if you take 2 puffs of this dro, it'll give you (satisfaction) I've sold the most and noone's close, but I'm not meaning to brag It's different strokes for different folks, like Angelina and Brad Some keep the heat in the stash, put 30 keys in their Jag And if cops ain't peepin your tag then you're gonna feel some (satisfaction) Pumpin' out albums like Reverend Run is pumpin out children, here's another one So catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland I'm bound to be the greatest, I'm determined to win Until then I can't get no (satisfaction) [Chorus] [Verse 2: Smoke] I'm the one that went to the gunfight with a knife, and won Left with his pistol and left him dead, the guy he tried to run Just because my verse 2nd don't mean I am not the one When I'm done I'm guaranteed to give you (satisfaction) I might not be the best in the world, but the best the world ever seen I'm all been in Georgia's daughter Conde ding-a-ling king And when I'm digging deep in the spleen, I'ma make the cream and she scream Baby get me hard like a Snickers bar I give her (satisfaction) Yessir there ain't not other way so motherf**k what you say Y'all had this spot, we took you off the top like a toupee Them coke's been kick and pushed in this fiasco like Lupe Back that ass up like Juve, cause the south we givin them (satisfaction) Ever since I signed with Luda and them, my chances of losing are slim Y'all talk that smack but copycat and do a movie like him Yessir my mob got that goodie, as if my group had a kid We gonna continue to give them a double dose of (satisfaction) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Shawn Jay] Yea Fleetwood drop the bomb, when I rhyme it's TNT That's why my money long as the line at the DMV When they askin who was that that was snappin I'm that answer dude Like Snickers bring no nuts no (satisfaction) I hustle and flow, I done been by my cheese since I was knee high Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off peaches like I'm T.I. Earvin Johnson gimme that rock and magic cap of Shawn Jay Dope sold money for (satisfaction) I been the nigga they can't f**k with, hot but the flow cold Flip rocks by the boatload O.G. no see see me get tipped off getcha no dough Zip-loc full of dro tow big glocks on the hip cocked try to play the big shots Get popped with the four four Don't be the reason they mopped in the floor for payin me, that (satisfaction) Fool for a dollar let me get that pop, man I need this cream Where my cake give me my candles, I got sweet sixteen Now the kid with the cocaine flow got DTP on his necklace Now Luda tell them what you think about your invest (satisfacton) [Chorus - 2X] |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
[Chorus: x2]
Stop moving so slow I got mouths to feed Hurry up and lets go I got mouths to feed Rain, hail, sleet, snow I got mouths to feed So you already know I'm bout to get to that paper Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary. Cause pay checks are coming up shorter than February. Can't get a real job, I never finished school. Can't get no new close, I wore the same tennis shoes. But now the games changed, I'm all about the hustle. And even honkey knows best, I'm all about the muscle, I'm all about my team, I'm all about my green. I'm 'bout supply and demand, I'm 'bout to serve the fiends. And I'm a working dream I keep the circuit clean. See I'm the fucking future, I'm a working machine Don't trust a soul I'm the only one watching my cream so I stay in heavy rotation like a washing machine [Chorus: x2] Mother fucker, I'm a monster in this game, I turn twenty into fifty Fifty to a hundred and a hundred to a Bentley Bentley to a building and a building to a scraper. Can't keep up with the news but I get that daily paper. And you's a daily hater cause my foot game is major. After a while crocodile, see ya later alligator. My baby need new shoes, her momma need Giuseppe's Mercedes need new shoes surrounded with Pirelli's A finger to the world I paid my dues and I'm ready To pack up all the tools and just cruise in the Chevy Million dollars deals making moves on my cellie cause I owe it to my girl to put food in her belly [Chorus: x2] Wake up and smell the coffee. its time to make the donuts A kid who had a kid, my kid made me a grown up You ever threaten mines I won't resist to put the chrome up My guns'll be like gang signs (always getting thrown up) Atlanta put your zone up We true to these streets I got 12 hungry artists, whole crew gotta eat So hell no I don't sleep I'm like an energizer battery Got 19 employees I gotta pay they salaries My momma quit her job and I retired my pops Got killers on the payroll, I hired some cops I accept responsibility, they all pay rent So if it don't make dollars then it don't make sense. [Chorus: x2] |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
[Chorus: Bobby Vasquez]
Baby, I gotta, get you up out of your clothes, your clothes, your clothes It's somethin about the way you move I just cain't let go, let go, let go Baby, youuuuu've got me open Baby, I just wanna make you mine By the end of the night, end of the night By the end of the night [Ludacris] It's inevitable and incredible, listen, it's Luda! By the end of the night you gon' be wantin to marry a nigga Cause I make 'em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver Get 'em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillow Cut 'em up like Jason, just face it that boy Luda's a killer Half man, half gorilla, beatin all on my chest Pleasin all of your flesh, squeezin all on your breast Givin you reasons to rest, and ain't never say no to papi Wake 'em up like Folgers cause I fold 'em like origami Hey mami let's get it poppin like Orville Redenbacher The way you move once you started nothin could ever stop ya Sweeter than Betty Crocker, and I'm ready to belly flop ya Just mention today but for now I forever gotcha [Chorus] [Ludacris] (Whoo!) Verse two, it's like this Gotta get 'em up out of them clothes, if I throw a couple dollars then pose We could drink a couple bottles and go, and ride off in the Impala on vogues And Rolls, gold is all on my neck, all on my wrist So just let go of yo' hoe, don't hog her to death, lend her to Chris Just for a little while for a little bit Just wanna see her smile and get the bigger fish She said that you had a little dick Now how in the hell can she benefit from somethin like that? I be up in that cat, make her put a hump in that back Black, I swing low and sweet chariot, meet me at the Marriott Key access, I'll be at the very top Don't hesitate to stop the elevator either I'll show you the ups and downs, you'll be my elevator diva [Chorus] [Ludacris] All I need is a couple hours baby, for real Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Loius and Gucci Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy Rockin Republic, True Religions and Citizen's jeans Your Jimmy Choo's are so sexy but Giseppi's is mean La Pearla lingerie, ya panties and bra matchin Put down your clothes and I'll put you UP on the latest fashions Cause with cameras and action, I'm a deadly assassin I love your clothes but what's underneath I love with a passion [Chorus] [Ludacris - over Chorus] Gotta get you outta them clothes baby Somethin about the way you move I cannot let go, whoo! You know you got me open I just wanna make you mine, haha By the end of the night, you gon' be mine Luda! And Valentin' the dream [Bobby Vasquez + (Ludacris)] Don't leave your girl round me (guard your women fellas) Said don't leave your girl round me (Disturbin' Tha Peace) Don't leave your girl round me (yeah, whoo!) True playa for real, for real, for real, for real Don't leave your girl round me Said don't leave your girl round me Don't leave your girl round me True playa for real, for real, for real, for real |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
Woozy lyrics
(feat. R. Kelly) [Intro - R. Kelly] Whoo... Kel... Chris... And clubbin on some smooth shhh... [1st Verse - Ludacris] Ludacris can`t hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Seeecretsss and your body I won`t misguide mistreat or misleeeeead it Hate it up, love it, they can`t cut it, so strut it Number one shaker, like Vick`s vapor I wanna fuckin ruuuuuub it Louisville slug it hit em with a right left, its goooooone tell every last one of ya girls how good it was and its gone be onnnnnn Soul Train, wood grain, from meeeee no pain, no gain, its so plain to seee they be like "I`ve been feelin kind of stressed can you blow my back out?" and I`m like "Yea but don`t trip if I happen to yank a track out" when I get done its smooth sailin once I pull that `Lac out next destination I move forward like Jerry Stackhouse And 1, have fun, when you chillin with Ludi Slow grind and slow jams while I`m feelin yo booty we`ll hold hand and hold times when I`m up in that coochie you so fine I`m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy [Chorus - R. Kelly] Got you feelin woozy baby (baby) And thats hows it gonna be when I take you from the club to the crib on dubs and I get you in the bed with meeee (in the bed with me) your so pretty, and so sweaty and so sexy and so ready girl I`m surprised you this nastyyy but its cool cuz I always wanted to go down on a girl that reminds me of me so get upstairs, get yo clothes off and get them sexy legs legs in a `V` (yup) your vision blurry as if you were seeing two of me (two of me) you so fine I`m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy [2nd Verse] Will YOU, make me feel like I just hit the lotto other girls I give `em a shoulder colder than Chicago But in ya center I heat it up in the Mourning like Alonzo and I`d get it, I`d bit it, I`d split it, I`d hit it up in a Tahoe Bravo, make make make it clap I`d break break break ya back then tuck tuck tuck you in so you can take take take a nap then back to makin dividends I`m in the wind somewhere hot, I stay on islands longer than Gulligan sippin on a pina colada, little mama I`mma make ya holla how does it sounds when you makin love on a Million dollars I can only imagine lets make it real baby like D`Angelo "How does it feel" baby I know I talk a lot shit but I can back it up (up up) Like BBD flip it, rub it down, smack it up (up up) you so bad when you call me for duty you so fine I`m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy [Chorus] [3rd Verse] Don`t get caught up in the gossip, them chicks is jockin girl they just jealous, everybody hates when Cris is rockin ya world hey girl, hey friend, how you doing, where you been enough of that talkin, lets begin, break it in shake and spin, take it in, say amen then I`ll make you say goodness graciouuuus look me in the eye and make them nasty faaaaaaaces I`m so glad that your body`s so juicyyyyy you so fine I`m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy [Chorus] [R. Kelly ad libs] Giiiirl, said your body is what I want (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy) I`ll be making scream and mooooan (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy) Girl lets get on up out this club (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy) Oooh get you to my hoooome |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
[Verse 1]
Things ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be Like all these fakin' ass rappers in this industry Talkin' bout what they got, and they ain't got a damn thang How you own three cars, but you don't own ya own name? Get ya business right boys, the first class is in session Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession Start up ya own company, trademark the name That's gon' run ya bout a grand so start savin' ya change Open a bank account quick, and then follow these steps Sign yourself to yourself and start signin' ya own checks Hit the booth and start recording at the speed of need Whatever gets ya juices flowin' could be speed or weed Get it mixed and mastered, pressed up and plastered Sell it to ya whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard! Show all the non-believers what you destined to be And in just a couple years you could be rich like me [Hook] But I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is [Verse 2] See, mostly all your favorite artists got some serious problems The money could be the problem, but money can't solve 'em Some get addicted to drugs and flat out lazy Some taste a little fame and go flat out crazy I'm close 'cause those close wanna live off my fame And that type of shit alone will drive a nigga insane Not to mention all the vultures, the scandelous promoters Crabs will try to sue ya, magazines will misquote ya Most of these label-heads, they don't care nothin' about ya If you stop sellin' records, they'll act like they don't know ya It's hard mixin' business with pleasure, so don't play Me and my crew argue and fight like every other day Rappers ain't above the law, but our life is so fast That we got a Special Task Force of police on our ass All that, and this is really just the start of it Hip Hop, you really wanna be a part of it? [Hook] I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is Man this biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is I'ma give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is [Verse 3] What's worse than havin' no money is havin' it and losin' it What's worse than havin' some money is grabbin' and abusin' it We never took no money from Chingy, thought I was cool wit him I wish his ass well, but I don't want nothin' to do with him! Some don't own they publishin', me I never fool wit 'em I'm down for my artists, try my best to stay true to 'em 'Cause outside my label competition is irrelevant Unless I'm still in competition with my president And believe that I'm supportin' the Hova Cause the industry's shady, it needs to be taken over' But the first rule to accumalation of wealth Is Don't trust nobody but ya God damned self! [Hook] I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is Man this biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is I'm give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is I said I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
The time has come, for bad things to leave
The time has come, for life to begin The time has come, for the war of the gods It's that time I'ma take the subtle approach first 'Cause I'm just gettin' started Let's go Look, I'm the best and there's nothing that you can do about it Never needed a publicity stunt, let's tell the truth about it Even in the core of the streets, you can't sway the youth about it But keep runnin' yo mouth, and I swear I'ma knock a tooth up out it I never claimed to be nuthin' but who the fuck I am Never sold cocaine in my life, but I'm still the fuckin' man Understand, nuthin' you did makes you better nigga You claim the streets, but the streets respect that chedda nigga Luda got twice as much yo life you can charge it to 'em I fit four of your houses inside my daughters room And still have room for young Karma to play Givin' back to the children of tomorrow, for good karma today So you can say what ya wanna say, and you can talk that talk But real niggas ain't doing no talkin' cause we walk that walk Album for album you can see I got a multimillion plan So call yourself whatever you want 'cept the multimillion man How many times is you goin' rap about busting your gun How many times is you goin' trap without busting your gun Only shots you ever took were subliminal to the general Disrespectin' those doin' real time with real criminals And I ain't never did a day in my life But it should be illegal to walk a day in my life I paid the price and the cost to be the boss so you can rest your mouth I'm universal, Luda never limits himself to the south I give a damn about ya hootin' and hollerin', and it ain't botherin' me I hear you talkin' but you ain't made it to three You know where I live, but you ain't made it to me You ain't made nigga I'm havin' a house party, kid come get played nigga You got played, my record label never jerked me So shoot me, stab me, but words will never hurt me I feed off your energy, my powers with God So it's even better if you make ya diss record real hard See even without the bass and all that treble I'm as hot as the devil And I work for the top floor, homie get on my level I've been stripped away of powers 'cause I gave you my blessin' So it'll take more than majority vote to win this election Man, mix tapes or not my resume is too hot And I warned them that I was coming, I got the number one spot So unless you using tampons, quit acting stuck up And do like your records say, or shut the fuck up |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
[Lady]
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility Inmate, state your name (Darren) This phone call may be monitored and recorded Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up [Ludacris] To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie To my cause J.B., stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you You looking at a man that would die for his daughter, just to let her breathe And I'd definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just to see what he's seen But then I'd take 'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cause and every week said he wanna hit the streets But he never struck a deal cause his mouth will never squeal Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal Send some pictures of the fam and nasty pics of Shawnna If you ever have to leave I got your mother and your daughter Born in this way of living and our youth is stuck To be safe it's safe to say the justice system's fucked up! If you doing 25 to life, stay up homie I got your money on ice so, stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie And until you hit the bricks, stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you [Beanie Sigel] Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all That box, a motherfucker, it could stress a nigga balls Especially when you broke and home base ain't accepting your calls And you don't hear your name when it's mail time Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushing back on your hairline Fucking ? will have you stuck in that pill line Your bitch miss the V-I this weekend The food in your locker keeps shrinking, your celly feet stinking The canteen ran out of menthol's Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers Niggas play the phone room reckless and get hit with new indictments Talking about old connects and new prices Stress'll take a young nigga, give him an old face Or stress'll take a dumb nigga, give him a new case That shit I used to tell my walkie Lil' Itchy, all he did was smoke weed and drink coffee I know he miss me To my man Lil' Nell (stay up homie) To my man Steve P (stay up homie) If you locked in the box keep makin it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you To my man Paul Selene (stay up homie) To Abdul McKeith (stay up homie) Until I see you in the streets keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you [Pimp C] Uhh, if your people locked up you need to send 'em some shit Cause it's never too late to stop being a bitch A magazine and some pictures is a nigga's whole world When I was down them niggas fell out so I'm riding with the girls Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake ass dudes They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food Cause commissary is so very necessary It's so close to bein slavery, in Texas nigga it's scary I reached out to C-Murder right before I came home And when him home, let me go I make sure that his books was on And three months later that nigga came home too Ain't no limit to this shit cause now his dream's coming true I'ma keep riding with Bun cause UGK will never stop And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot (yeah) Bitch, and I'm as trill as you can be They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free (here I go) [C-Murder] Wake up, roll call, another day gone by Now put a 'X' on November 25 I'm still alive Open the dead roll balls Now this dead man walking parking million dollar cars It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real With a shotgun, burning at the back of your dome 300 years left, my dog ain't never coming home One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine Almost died, in Camp Jay nigga, ride or cry Cream has suicide attempts, Precious took his own life White boys can't handle the pain at night You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your ass shook And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook You all in bitch, sit down when you piss Sweet ass, you a ho, watch I blow you a kiss (mwah) To my cousin Jimmy Watson (stay up homie) To my homeboy Mack (stay up homie) If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you [Pimp C] To my nigga Pharoahe (stay up homie) To my nigga Z-Ro (stay up homie) If you're locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you To the king Larry Hoover (stay up homie) To my partner Shan-O you gotta (stay up homie) If you're locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you [Ludacris] To the homeboy Shyne, stay up homie To my nigga Mystikal, stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
[Chorus x 2]
I know it's strange But my brain's gone really insane And I'm off the chain Sipping on a fifth of the Golden Grain I feel like slappin' a nigga today (slap, slap) Slappin' a nigga today I feel like slappin' a nigga today (slap, slap) Slappin' a nigga today Slappin' a nigga today This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (bed) I'm sick of people putting lies in my head (head) I don't really wanna work; I'm tired I hate my nine to five And I'm thinking 'bout killin' my boss today Killin' my boss today I'm thinking 'bout killin' my boss today (it's just a thought, man) Killin' my boss today (yeah) Yesterday my best friend died (died) Somebody came and took his life (life) Now I'm looking up at the sky Have you ever seen a grown man cry? And I'm asking, why did you take him away? Why did you take him away? I'm asking, why did you take him away? (Why'd you take him?) Why did you take him away? (Hey) I need some money please (please) I can barely make it on these streets (these streets) 'Cause I got a couple mouths to feed My baby's in dire need So I'm thinking 'bout robbin' a bank today Robbin' a bank today I'm thinking 'bout robbin' a bank today Robbin' a bank today (real talk) Baby mama's at home and fussin' (fussin') Callin' up my mobile, cussin' (cussin') Always yappin' about this and that But she really don't be talkin' 'bout nothin' Somebody take my pain away (Take my pain away) Take my pain away (please) Somebody take my pain away (hey) Take my pain away (I can't take it) [Chorus: x2] Somebody just broke in my ride (ride) Snatched up everything inside (inside) Even got my forty-five How am I supposed to survive When I know that my stereo's taken away Stereo's taken away? When I know that my stereo's taken away (I need my music, man!) Stereo's taken away (hey) Gas prices are way too high Rich people are way too fly And I'm where I wanna be in my life But why am I so behind? Is it 'cause I'm wasting my time away Wasting my time away? Is it 'cause I'm wasting my time away (too lazy) Wasting my time away? (I can't help it) My grand mama's nerves are bad (bad) And everybody in the hood is mad (mad) 'Cause President Bush could give a damn about our ass So I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say (Don't say nothin') Shit that he has to say I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say Shit that he has to say (woo) Troops gone, and we still at war (war) Nobody even really knows what for (what for) Even more I'm scared to find what the world really has in store 'Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (it's not promised, man) Tomorrow's not promised today 'Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (Live like today could be your last, man!) Tomorrow's not promised today (hey) [Chorus: x4] |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love [Verse 1 - Ludacris] Now little Lisa is only 9 years old She's trying to figure out why the world is so cold Why she's all alone and ain't neva met her family Mama's always gone and she never met her daddy Part of her is missing and nobody will listen Mama is on drugs getting high up in the kitchen Bringing home men at different hours of the night Starting with some laughs -- usually ending in a fight Sneaking in her room while her mama's knocked out Trying to have his way and little Lisa says 'ouch' She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothing else to do but get some clothes and pack She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back. [Hook - Mary J. Blige] Runaway love [x8] [Verse 2 - Ludacris] Little Nicole is only 10 years old She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises Teachers ask questions she making up excuses Bleeding on the inside, crying on the out It's only one girl really knows what she about Her name is lil Stacy and they become friends Promise that they always be tight 'til the end Until one day lil Stacy gets shot A drive by bullet went stray up on her block Now Nicole stuck up in the world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back. [Hook - Mary J. Blige] Runaway love [x8] [Verse 3 - Ludacris] Little Erica is eleven years old She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold So she pops x to get rid of all the pain 'Cause she's having sex with a boy who's sixteen Emotions run deep and she thinks she's in love So there's no protection he's using no glove Never thinking 'bout the consequences of her actions Living for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction The days go by and her belly gets big The father bails out he ain't ready for a kid Knowing her mama will blow it all outta proportion Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion Erica is stuck up in the world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack She say she's about to run away and never come back. [Hook - Mary J. Blige] Runaway love [repeats 'til end] |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
[Intro]
Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend) We gon' do one more offerin right now We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes And we gon' do one mo', right after that Yes, women you lookin so very beautiful here today Some of you with the same thang on from the club last night(oh) The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away Please Lord Jesus I wish you'd taketh away Sister Mary's wig Oh you disrespectin the House of God with that thing on It don't even look real; aww, it's testimony time Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears Go on and testify [Ludacris] Lord, please forgive me for the mistakes I've made And thanks for keepin my momma safe when she wrecked my Escalade See I could replace a Cadillac but I can't replace my momma I'm sorry for the hip-hop beefs, we sorry for the drama But you gotta understand us rappers ain't never had nothin And one's loss is another's gain so we gotta grab somethin Lord, got so many questions I need the answers to And sorry for the thangs I put my baby's mama through I feel that women are really the strongest human beings but why do you make 'em so emotional, and other minor things I guess it's your way of sayin we gotta love 'em and gotta praise 'em cause without 'em we'd be nothin, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em while we, out and about and seein what life has to offer But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin sense And I've been... [Chorus One] Searchin so looooong, I was lost in the clouds I'm tryna stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud It took me some tiiiiime, but now I see That Heeeee resiiiiides, in me yeahhhhh yeah [Ludacris] Lord, forgive me for anytime a fan said I was bein rude I'm only human, I'm not always in the best of moods But thanks for givin the gift of rap to write my feelings down And sorry for cursin sometimes but feelings make me shout 'em out Forgive the people that wanna blame everything on rap music If they didn't live it they can't relate or even adapt to it Forgive those who don't think I'm great and wanna see me go Forgive Oprah for editin most my comments off her show Don't get me wrong, I know some people got a image to hold But those who criticize the youth might just be gettin too old We still travellin through life, findin what's right or wrong I know some folks may not agree or even like this song But I'm just speakin MY truth, cause I heard it sets you free And my conversation's with God, even though he speaks through me I'm smarter cause of my daughter, and I'm NOT too dense I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin sense And I've been... [Chorus One] [Ludacris - over Chorus One] I've been searchin so long I admit that I've been lost in them clouds I'm just tryna stay strong baby You know I'ma make you proud I know life is full of contradictions I'm tryna become a better man Prayin for redemption, each and every day (Hallelujah, as the choir sings) [Chorus Two: sung by choir] Searchin so looooong (so long) lost in the clouuuuuds (in the clouds) Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud! Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee (oh now I see) Heeeee resiiiides, in me (yeah) (Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest in the house tonight Came with some words of encouragement, Bishop Eddie Long) [Chorus Two - repeat 2X, minus ad libs] [Outro: Bishop Eddie Lee Long] What you just heard is real life It's real life for you, it's real life for many It's about where you been, yet at the same time you Ay, you find yourself, in the midst of conflict and turmoil Yes I'm talkin to you, in the midst of conflict and turmoil Cause you realize HEY - it's, time to change right now And in the middle of that I wanna say this The Bible says that when I was a child, I spoke as a child I understood as a child, I fought as a child Hey, but when I became a man I put away those, childish things Did you not know that your environment has shaped you? Where you were born, in the projects, in the ghettoes In the upper downtown, wherever it was The people around you, the things around you cause you to do strange things because, you were seeking to learn But what you learned, was on the streets, and not in the book God called you a prophet When you open up your mouth, everything of God comes out And it commands attention, it commands change I'm talking about the power, that's inside of you And in the midst when you're, starting to understand that I caught the wrong message, and now it's time I'm hearing from God, what amazing experience, as you hear from God He said, "Is there forth any man be in Christ, he is a new creation" Old things are passed away, somebody needs to hear that and behold Everything becomes new, and when everything becomes new in you It's time to stop the killing I said it's time to stop the stealing It's time to stop disrespecting our women It's time for us to come home and raise our children It's time for us, to really mold our communities It's time for us, not to get hooked up in religion But to get hooked up in relationship, with God And the amazing thing about it is wherever you find yourself right now, you can confess and you can tell God "I'm sorry; I had the wrong cue, I was doing the wrong thing I was going after things that I thought were right, but it wasn't right And now that I'm getting it right, I'm asking you to forgive me And I may have done the things, that they said I did But I'm not, who they say I am; I am who you made me to be and I'm changing in that, and it takes a few moments But every time I fall down, I'll get right back up And every time I make a wrong turn, I'll get myself back in line Because I recognize, I have been called, for such a time as this!" You can't resist the change And you're not condemned by your yesterday If you can grab hold of your now, and move in your destiny Move, change, and be, now! [Chorus Three: sung by choir] Searchin so looooong, lost in the clouuuuuds Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud! Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee Heeeee resiiiides (Heeee resiiiides) in me (in me yeahhhhh) |
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from Jennifer Lopez - Brave (2007)
Here's the thing
I was minding my business doin' what I do I wasn't trynna look for anything Alla sudden, couldn't take my eyes off you I didn't even know if you could tell That you had me in a daze Sayin' what the hell Here's my name, number Baby, just hit my cell Lovin' everything you do 'Cos you do it well Don't know what you got me thinkin' You ain't even trynna play me, boy 'Cos you're so good and you're so fine Got me sayin' crazy things, listen I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track Boy, you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track Boy, you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well Lemme tell you how it's gonna go You and me gonna need a little privacy I don't wanna do the dance, no do-si-do Need a one-woman man seven days a week Quit trynna play it cool, boy Make your move I told you how it is Nothin' to lose You been starin' over here all night for free And I ain't takin' cash or credit, just a guarantee There ain't nobody else but me, boy You ain't even trynna play me, boy 'Cos you're so good and you're so fine Got me sayin' crazy things, listen I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track Boy, you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track Boy, you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well Baby, no need for false pretenses Think you just shocked me to my senses Everything that you do feels right Do it, do it Do it, do it all night I know You're thinking Been thinkin' it too, babe I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track 'Cos you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track Boy, you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track Boy, you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track Boy, you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well |
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from Mary J. Blige - Growing Pains (2007)
M J B M J B M J B
Now who you talking to baby I'm grown Now who you talking to baby I'm grown Now who you talking to baby I'm grown Who you talking to baby I'm grown M J B M J B M J B Michael Kors gear on And Valentino Yves St Laurent Platforms Malandrino Full lips Sable way down to the carpet Look good on the manikin But wait until I rock it I got'cha lookin' at me Wanna pat me like the police The FDN & Y can't put out The fire on me I got what you want what you need Is all in me I'm a grown woman Baby can't you see Keep callin' Keep callin' me callin' me callin' me baby Keep callin' Keep callin' me callin' me baby Keep callin' me callin' me callin' me baby Keep callin' me callin' me M J B I got what you want Got what you want I got what you need Got what you need I got what you want Got what you want Get it from me Got what you want I got what need I got what want Now tell ya sister That you in love with a grown woman Tell ya brother You in love with a grown woman Tell ya daddy You in love with a grown woman Tell ya mama You in love with a grown woman I wear these 7 jeans But baby they don't wear me I keep it covered up uh 'cause I'm a lady I know how to show a little somethin somethin You can't see what's under that 'cause I'm a grown woman I'm so sexy Remain a mystery 'cause everybody always want what they can't see And what they can't have And what they can't grab And what they can't buy And baby that's me Keep callin' Keep callin' me callin' me baby Keep callin' Keep callin' me callin' me baby Keep callin' Keep callin' me callin' me baby Keep callin' Keep callin' me M J B LUDA I ain't I think I'm in love wit a grown woman She stay stunnin' Got sweet lovin' & home cookin' Be known to make'em moan to da break of dawn A lil lady in da streets but at home I give her grown whoppin Yea I hit the jeweler and I make a chain flawless white diamond and I put that on everything Mami stylish she knows how to accessorize we some stair master i make her get her exercise wit ya sexy thighs body got me memorized Lil boys are scared and other guys be putrefied But I can handle it scramble it and dismantle it manage to get banished before our late night candlelit Blow 'em out show 'em out & show 'em how it's done And ain't no need to venture out she's my only one Yep I love my grown woman and she loves me back Made me a grown ass man now what you think of that Now keep keep keep keep keep keep right there Now keep keep keep keep keep keep right there Now keep keep keep keep keep keep right there Now keep keep keep keep keep keep right there I got what you want Got what you want I got what you need Got what you need Got what you want Get it from me Got what you want I got what need Got what you need I got what want Now tell ya sister That you in love with a grown woman Tell ya brother You in love with a grown woman Tell ya daddy You in love with a grown woman Tell ya mama You in love with a grown woman I got got the mojo I got got the mojo I got got the mojo I got got the mojo I got my mojo back My mojo back I got my mojo back My mojo back I got a I got a |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
[Intro: Ludacris]
I still {*7X*} Tote steel I still tote steel {*2X*} I still, ha [Chorus: Ludacris] + (Bun B) I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill (All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit) I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize Trill (All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit) [Bun B] Bun B is the name, UGK is the click P-A-T is the city so if you hate, suck a dick I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame So if you wanna get it crackin, every nigga is game So we can catch a corner, we can catch a square Any place, any time, I'll be waiting right there See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails So before you play with us, you best play with yourself Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug I'm bout ready to give these buck niggaz a clean slug Cock back the hammer on the god damn steel Put a hollow in the middle of his god damn breel, fuck it [Chorus] [Ludacris] Talking about the carots in my watch, diamonds in my chain Who's baddest on the block, What my status in the game The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold And all them number one chart positions that I hold The money and the wealth, well I'll keep it to myself But I'm always willing to share the firepower on the shelf I'm shiny star spanglin, ding-a-ling danglin Luda the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlin I'm College Park rangering, Houston, Tex mangering So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings I'm banging in the east, west, south, all over the map, boy I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy Semi-automatic so make the click get back boy Click, since I was born, I been the shit And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said sheit [Chorus] [Bun B] Niggaz best to start running, hiding, dodging, and ducking Cause them trill niggaz comin, riding, cocking, and bucking Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck We coming for money and your motherfucking respect We ain't taking no checks, money orders or visa's Your life is on the line so don't motherfucking tease us You gonna need Jesus to hold you and help ya Cause you fucking with me, bitch you gonna see helter skelter That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya You lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when Pimp went to the pen So not everyones associates and nobody's friends Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt Before I put somebody's children under motherfucking dirt, fuck it [Chorus] |
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from Ludacris - Ludacris Presents...Disturbing Tha Peace (2005)
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 - Ludacris Presents...Disturbing Tha Peace (2005)
Georgia, Georgia Georgia, Georgia We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha Country Name Country Slang Fiens at the liquor store Lac Cruisin Crap Shootin 50 on the 10 to 4 Overcast the forecast Shows clouds fromt plenty dro And we ready for war in the state of...Georgia Dirty Words Dirty Birds Its mean in the dirty south If you ever disrespect it then we'll clean out your dirty mouth Bulldawgs is clockin These look out boys is hawkin You gotta be brave in the state of...Georgia I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone And tell somebody you need help in the middle of...Georgia We some ATL thrashers Scope your pumpkin and smasha We'll come through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster Don't know who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit Thats why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of...Georgia We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha I'm from the home of the neck bones, black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee GA the peach state where we stay My small city's called Albany...Georgia Pecan country like catfish with grits Candy yams and chitlins Gram's homemade baked biscuits The land of classical Caprices and Impala super sports Ingredients in the peach cobbler called...Georgia I love the women out in LA And the shopping stores in New York The beaches in MIA But they ain't nothin like that GA red clay Look on your map, we right above Florida Next to Bama Under the Carolinas and Tennesse you'll see...Georgia Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train The birthplace of Martin Luther King Where ass so plump and hips are thick Where Lac trucks sit on 26's Know where your going or your get lost Found on these plum trees in the south These choppas will tomahawk your top down here in...Georgia We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map, Where the wet paint drip jelly on pirelliz an the chrome on the Chevy when im choppin in the trap Country as hell, dey sum warriorz, told sum to spray sumthan the same shape as Florida, Lookin for me boy, ya find me, outta Dougherty County in a small city call'd Albany...Georgia Where dey use to cAll us sum bamas, An now dey jockin da grammar Watch ya mouf unless you out foe sum mannar, Bunch of hustlaz run on every corna like the Waffle house in Atlanta Or I be camouflag'd out in Savannah...Georgia Now u might come foe vAcAchun, LeAve on probAchun Home of dA strip club, Known foe dA thyck gulz Where dA chickz put tipz in dA tip cup, Of thyck chick in A thong wit A big butt When it gettin on, wont b cheap when it on like peachtree, MAke A chick tAke it off like freAknik, down here in ...georgiA When u see dem confederAte flAgz yA know wut it iz, YA folkz pick cotton here dAtz y we cAll it dA field I got A chevrolet on 26'zzz, Im frum GA ...GA ...georgiA We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha |
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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 - Ludacris Presents...Disturbing Tha Peace (2005)
(phone rings)
[Ludacris] Hello? [Woman] Baby you will not believe this This nigga ain't been home in three days His kids runnin all over my house I don't know what to do He comes in and out the house all times of the night His girls keep calling my phone They blowing it up calling back and forth wanting to cuss at me I can't take this no more I'm not sittin up in this house no more He can have this I need to come see you baby Can I please come see you baby? [Chorus: Ludacris] One, here's what you do Now my name's Ludacris but please meet my crew Two, say, there's no time to play Bring a box of Magnums and get blown away, hey Three, there's no changing me I'm a pimp for most and it's plain to see Four, I'm so glad if he made you mad I know a way to get back that'll make you glad, you heard? [Ludacris] Hello? [Woman] Cris, I just caught this motherfucker cheating with my best friend I cannot believe this shit [Verse 1: Ludacris] Oh, it's no time to fret Come quick with my favorite bra and panty set Yep, oh, bust through the door Slide off the mink coat and throw it on the floor Oh, yep, climb up the stairs Keep your high heels on and let down your hair Yep, oh, let me grease them thighs Then turn it on around and get a back massage Oh, yep, 'cause I aim to please We can take our little time it ain't a thing to me Yep, oh, I'm just along for the ride So turn this way and let me kiss down the side Oh, yep, and then it's off with your garments And please hold on while we shake the apartment Yep, oh, and pop a bobble of bub And before we go again we can jump in the tub, yea [Woman] Thank you baby, I needed that So when we gonna do this again? [Chorus] [Ludacris] Hello? [Woman] Cris, this nigga's stressin me I gotta get away I just need some time away right now Boo, can you please come see me? [Verse 2: Ludacris] Wait, no need to explain I got a first-class ticket, just get on the plane Yep, oh, and do your gangster strut There'll be a stretch limousine that'll pick you up Oh, yep, bring it straight to me I'll be on the top floor, hit the penthouse suite Yep, oh, come on out your threads And get wet, the shower got about fifty heads Oh, yep, blow a sack with me And head come on outside to the balcony Yep, oh, you're a popular girl But I'd like to introduce you to the top of the world Oh, yep, and let the games begin Don't you love the way the breeze just hits your skin Yep, oh, before we do it again Hold tight and I can call up a couple of friends, yep [Woman] Thank you baby You're always there when I need you I love you for that [Chorus] [Ludacris] Hello? [Woman] Ay, estoy cansada ese negro Solo que perder este pendejo [Verse 3: Ludacris] Oh, wipe your tears away Give your boy 10 minutes 'cause I'm on my way Yep, oh, and quit the whoopty whoop 'Cause I bet you never rolled in a Bentley coupe Oh, yep, the inside is snug Take your boots off and baby put your feet on the rug Yep, oh, and put the drinks aside Just lay back kick it and enjoy the ride Oh, yep, let the speakers bleed And I hope you don't mind if I increase the speed Yep, oh, feel the engine thrust Let it flow through your body, your adrenaline rush Oh, yep, I know it turns you on Feeling like you're in a place where you really belong Yep, oh, go and grab your clutch And I can make you come again without a single touch, uh [Woman] Ay, gracias por todo papi Ay, te amo papi [Chorus] |
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from Ludacris - Ludacris Presents...Disturbing Tha Peace (2005)
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 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
What's up boo (yeah).....hahahaha.....yeah man Another shady mission, (pause) tricks, Like watchin picture's in hazy vision Tonight it's love makin', take you any place you wish Today we satisfy, yesterday was stolen kisses Blind insanity perfect pictures of me and my family Not understanding the death of me, had they plans for me If I have kids, will I live to see em' grow Though I dont know, I live the life of a thug nigga Until the day I go with broken promises, a sacred bond broken I know I die alone, but yet and still im hopin' Vision's in prison's, maybe i'll be forgiven I know it's better in heaven cuz bein' here ain't livin Close my eye's and see nothin' but pain The world's crazy, still lookin' for a queen To plant seed's and have babies Maybe i'll be the one, or just maybe im lost You'll never know being cautious, If you play your cards right (Chorus) I wanna be the one who Who you can depend on, who Who'll be the one who'll be there Go by the wire, we won't leave until the mornin' We won't leave until the night And we will be forever more (Keisha) No one else can do, what you do for me Take me away from the pain, I feel inside If it's gonna be real, why wont it be okay If we try and take our time, please baby Take your time, and we'll grow, trust I know I wanna be the one who (Chorus) I wanna be the one who Who you can depend on, who Who'll be the one who'll be there Go by the wire, we won't leave until the mornin' We won't leave until the night And we will be forever more (Pac) Gotta play your cards right on one Can't be rushin like it's a race, you know what im sayin If you be patient and take your time And you finesse it 9 times out of 10 homeboy, you gonna wake up wit ya breakfast in bed But if you rush, and you just be man handlin Your ass goin home tonight Play your cards right nigga, take your time, be patient Go slow, it's better that way If you ain't have it, playa cards right (Chorus) I wanna be the one who Who you can depend on, who Who'll be the one who'll be there Go by the wire, we won't leave until the mornin' We won't leave until the night And we will be forever more (Pac) Take your time man, don't be in such a rush You got to be patient man, be patient It ain't goin nowhere one, get some champaigne Bring some roses or sometihin ya know Play some soft shit, light a fire You gotta be clear wit it, you gotta be slow wit it Got ta be patient, you gotta playa cards right on one Can't be rushin like it's a race, you kno what im sayin If you be patient and take your time And you finesse it |
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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)
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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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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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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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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