Ludacris - You'z A Hoe Lyrics

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Ludacris - You Got A Problem_ Lyrics

Yeah come see this nigga
Come see this ol' light-skinned mothafucka
I seen him and i'm addicted
Disturbin tha peace is the click
Please tell these fake ass niggas who you are

[ludacris]
I be dat nigga named luda'
Alert alert it's the atllien intruder
College park waterboy, spittin in tha c-cooler
I jam till they deaf, they call me slick dick da ruler
Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed
'bow blows, come out dem clothes hoe
Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po
And i chose, to be dat numba one contender, southern offender
Fuckin up ya whole agenda
When i walk you try to run
When i run you try to hide
You skated the snap of my finger
Call me golden gley
Its you and i, do or die, who am i?
I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think i'm sly
Oh why try, you one of dem niggaz that like to cheat death
And i'm one of dem niggaz that rip up excursions
Til there is no seats left
You shit out wheat chex and fart out deep breaths
While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all v-necks

-skit
Who?
Dat nigga cris?
Oh dat nigga is aight
Dat nigga can't fuck wit me thou
Let me get on da mic
Nigga, who da fuck are you nigga

[ludacris]
I be dat nigga bronze bridges
Playaz wanna ball or 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 ya'll don't want no scrubs till ya'll pull out ya'll extensions
Ya'll in school detention that'll neva come out
Man i'll catch yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
Cause we da shit in the south, they know what i'm talkin bout
You see we jack and we daniels, y'all earl and ralph
4-ize twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not even joshua can come to +war+ wit dis +games+
These bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya brain
And dats tha simple and plain man
Three w dot shhhh
(man dat dude luder's got some hotter than hot shhh)
Well sh-sh-sh-shut da fuck up
Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut da fuck up

-hold on man
Hold on lil buddy
Ya'll talkin bout shorty man
Shorty up at da radio station man?
Shorty be poppin man?
Man, let the name be known
Who ya'll talkin bout

[ludacris]
I be dat nigga dat lova lova
I'm nastier than thinkin about yo' parents sex each other
No glove, no love, betta tell yo dick to run for cover
So when lightening strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers
If you know what i mean
Not everybody is mr and mrs. clean
Some get burnt like freddie kruger, sweat dreams
Girls backin dey ass up now they 400 degrees ha
Hot girl, tryin to give to niggaz up on da block girl
Have you screamin "stop girl"
I rock worlds with my 9 inch louieville slugga
Still wonder why they call me lova lova
Self explainatruim
Ass valedictorian
I bring 'em back to da future like a '85 delorium
Da luda drug emporium
On da counter preion
You like my diction
And my doctor nurse convention
I put da stethoscope quite close to yo tittie
Have yo butt checks red-man like uncle quilly

[ludacris] *talking
See me, see me
Ha ha ha
C e o
D t p
Infamous 2-0
Fate forsta
4-ize-zy
Shondrez-zy on da beat
Playa circle to ya boy
Icollege park nigga
Virgo nigga, what wha
Ahh ahh ahh....

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Ludacris - Ya Heard Lyrics

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Ludacris - Word Of Mouf Lyrics

[4-ize]
These rap cats is soft like r&b singers
It's 4-ize, i've worked for wings and chicken fingers
I reps mo' parts so chi-town could get seen
I'm a dirty bird now but i keep shit clean
I rip meanface niggaz one by one
Or two by two, i'll take 'em however they come
Instead of a gun, i'll pull out a stick from woodworkin
The black hacksaw jim duggin stay lurkin
Creepin, i'm in the shadows, the nightshade
You want the tail in the back or, a light fade?
Cause tony scissorhands is the barber, the butcher
I kill ya smoke a blunt and forget where i put ya
I'm soopafly like snuka, i smack hoes
The black rose with the dozen attack flows
I rock shaq's clothes when i alter beast
Power up, get big, it's disturbin' tha peace

[ad libs to end]

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Ludacris - Word Of Mouf Freestlye Lyrics

Yeah, talk about that 'Word of Mouf', baby
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 reps mo' parts so Chi-Town could get seen
I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean

I rip meanface niggaz one by one
Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come
Instead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from woodworkin'
The black Hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkin'

Creepin', I'm in the shadows, the nightshade
You want the tail in the back or a light fade?
'Cause Tony Scissorhands is the barber, the butcher
I kill ya smoke a blunt and forget where I put ya

I'm Soopafly like Snuka, I smack hoes
The black rose with the dozen attack flows
I rock Shaq's clothes when I alter beast
Power up, get big, it's disturbin' tha peace

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Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (Freestyle) Lyrics

Yea-uh, here we go here we go here we go
Talk about that Word of Mouf baby!!
Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go
Ludacris, 4-Ize, D.E. what you want now now now now

[Ludacris]
Check it
You see I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquor
And women that are real life scratch'n'sniff stickers
I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers
Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor
You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for ya health
See I ain't gotta say SHIT! Money speaks for itself
With all models I make I'm +Great+ like five +Lakes+
You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my skates!
You rollin on dubs, I roll right into clubs
Dirtiest home with more rings than ya tub
You think it's all practical jokes and big bloopers
But I smack bitches with no titties that work at Hooters
Just get a couple of girls that shakin they thangs
Then I, put 'em on camera and cut two frames
With some gasoline drawers I'll be goin to hell
Ludacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of jail!
I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper
And my baby's assed out, cause I rub my cars with her diapers
So you can pray for now if you sinned in the past
"Word of Mouf" time to wipe that silly grin off yo' ass

[4-Ize]
These rap cats is soft like R&B singers
It's 4-Ize, I've worked for wings and chicken fingers
I reps mo' parts so Chi-Town could get seen
I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean
I rip meanface niggaz one by one
Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come
Instead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from woodworkin
The black Hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkin
Creepin, I'm in the shadows, the nightshade
You want the tail in the back or, a light fade?
Cause Tony Scissorhands is the barber, the butcher
I kill ya smoke a blunt and forget where I put ya
I'm Soopafly like Snuka, I smack hoes
The black rose with the dozen attack flows
I rock Shaq's clothes when I alter beast
Power up, get big, it's Disturbin' Tha Peace

[ad libs to end]

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Ludacris - Woozy Lyrics

And I'm like "Yea but don't trip if I happen to yank a track out"
When I get done it's 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 that's 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 it's cool 'cause 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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Ludacris - Wish You Would Lyrics

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Ludacris - Who Not Me Lyrics

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
Muffle 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

[Chorus X2]
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

[Dolla Boi]
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

[Chorus X2]
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

[Ludacris]
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then it's 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 Chattahoochee 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!

[Chorus X2]
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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Ludacris - Where You At_ Lyrics

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Ludacris - When We Were Kids Lyrics

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Ludacris - What's Your Fantasy Lyrics

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Ludacris - What's Your Fantasy (Remix) Lyrics

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Ludacris - What You Smoking On Lyrics

What you smokin on nigga, what you smokin on?
What you smokin on bitch, what you smokin on?
I get so... high

[Ludacris]
I've fallen and I can't get up
Somebody wake me up!
So high that my eyelids low, kind of like
I'm in a coma - better shake me up
What you wanna do luda? shit, roll up
Might as well. ak-47 to the head
And we ain't dead, we just high as hell
You don't know about this weed, grass, marijuana
Cannabis, sativa. you may call it cheeba
Maybe reefer, wiz khalifa
Smoking on that? or that anthrax or that blue dream
Spray a little cologne and my clothes smelling like
Versace blue jeans
Y'all smoking that puss weed, that dirt shit
That ragamuff, from smoking on that home grown
I pass out cause I dun had enough!
That sour diesel, that northern lights and that killer cali
You see me out in oahu, honolulu, smoking that maui-wowy

[Hook]

Don't fret, y'all niggas need a better connect
You need to get your status up
Y'all smoke that stress, we smoke that shit
That won the cannabis cup
Now I'm higher than a satellite
Eating everything like a parasite
Now we in the? looking for the baddest dyke
To run a midnight train train like?
I'm higher than the prices of petrol
Higher than the balloon that you let go
Cause I'm smoking that loud in a middle of a crowd
? techno
I got my weed card on the way to the store to get medicinal marijuana
Luda! study more buddha than the dalai lama
Grand daddy purp, bubble gum or the og kush
White widow or the g-13, that irene got your homies shook
But that jack herer and the red got my homies right
Blueberry got me satisfied

[Hook]

[Wiz khalifa]
Smoking on something grown at home
So I can blow o's
Nigga I'm from pgh but all my weed from californ'
Can't find the remote control: that's how you know I'm stoned
All you do is call me, I got all the weed, the papers, bongs
Brownies, ? and vaporizers, we could smoke em all
All these niggas smoking weed around me: it's a smoke-a-thon
Crowded and my whip is partly cloudy cause we smoking strong
Who say you can smoke them joints? probably cause you rolled em wrong
My dollar's up, I'm getting up and I'm folding it
I'm lighting em, I'm hitting em, not holding it
I'm passing em straight to ludacris and he's smoking it
Security and a nigga that own the bitch...

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Ludacris - What Them Girls Like Lyrics

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Ludacris - What Means The World To You (Remix) Lyrics

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Ludacris - Welcome To Atlanta Remix Lyrics

After the party it's the Waffle House
If you ever been here you know what I'm talkin' about
Where people don't dance, all they do is this
And after the original you know what it is

Welcome to Atlanta

Remix, it had to go down
I got somethin' else to tell you 'bout the new Motown
Where people don't visit, they move out here
And ain't no tellin' who you might see up in Lennox Square
I don't know about you but I miss the FreakNic
'Cuz that's where my city use to be real sick
People from other cities use to drive for miles
Just to come to get a taste of this A.T.L. style

I'm the M.B.P., most ballinist player
Make my own moves, call me the mayor
Monday night you know things change with time
Magic City back lookin' like eighty-nine
All my homies on the southside up in the Ritz
Tuesday night, the Velvet Room, same shit
Wednesday strokers, I don't go no mo'
'Cuz they don't know how to treat you

When you come through the do'
Thursday night, was Plush but we moved to Fuel
And I be up in the booth drunk actin' a fool
Friday night, at Kaya they still got love
And the Shark Bar be poppin' like it's a night club
Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy
You can find me up in One Tweezy
Sunday, gettin' me some sleep please
I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla

Aiyyo, I'm from New York man, I'm from New York
Representin' N.Y.C. to the fullest
Where New York at? Where New York at?
Gats I pull it, heads be duckin' when New York be bustin'
Where New York at? Yeah, yeah, yeah, ahh
Take that

Welcome to New York motherfuckers where we don't play
And out of towners get got like everyday
And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way
Sittin' on twenty-two's, that's what long money do
Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it
Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it
Sunday we layin' low in Halo, sippin Cris' and we straight
Monday we go to Bungalo Eight

Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doin' the shake
And for the rest of the week we just follow the freaks
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York
Hot now, top down at the Rucker game
New coupe, no roof, playa what's my name?
Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten
Uptown, what now? Let's make it happen

New York motherfuckers
If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere
We still here, and we buildin' four more new towers
Motherfuckers

Who say St. Louis ain't hip-hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip
I'm a Lunatic with too much grip to let her slip
I'm so St. Louis, ask my tattooist
I was like, "The Waterboy," now they sayin', "You can do it"
I'm Baby Huey, One of the best in the Louis
Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louis
Home of back porches, Chucks and Air Forces
Old school cars be trailblazin' like Portland

The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses
I call 'em gimme girls, they always tell me I can have it
All got habits, marijuana to static
By two cats in coats with automatics
St. Louis is the truth like Sojourner
Don't need a burna we learn from Ike Turner
I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge
Without permission from them St. Lunatics

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Ladies and gentlemen
We got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight
He just came from off tour
And he wanna tell y'all little bit about where he come from

Palm trees, bad bitches and wannabeez
O.G.'s like me eatin' on polyseeds
Now and laters, jellybeans, and wallabees
Real niggaz from the set I hardly ever seen
Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb
And when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve
A lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm
Hair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur

Doggy dizzogg you know I like 'em dizzogg
Like Kobe to Shaq, so take that
(Take that, take that)
Long Beach is on the motherfuckin' map
The city by the sea, R.I.P.
J.D., you know about the L.B.C.
My niggaz love the stellas, cold-hearted killers
Real cap pealers, real niggaz feel us

Ain't no squealers, a lot of dope dealers
Bang diggy, dang, dang, dogg pound gangsta crip gang
Yeah, we do the damn thang
Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine
Head to the church house to get a little workout
Smoke out, drink up, now put ya bank up
It's all on me I got a scenery to stank up
Crank up the beat, raise up the heat
I'm thrownin' a block party on two one streets, fo' sho

Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mo'nin'

Welcome to Atlanta
(Hey)
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mo'nin'

Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mo'nin'

Welcome to Atlanta
(Hey)
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mo'nin'

Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mo'nin'

Welcome to Atlanta
(Hey)
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mo'nin'

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Ludacris - Welcome To Atlanta Lyrics

Runnin in the back the fuck, runnin better than aquaduct
Chil-li-li-li-li-n.. what

[Chorus]
[JD]
Yo, Yo.. Yo..Yo, Yo,
Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties don't stop til' eight in the mornin'
[Ludacris]
Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties don't stop til' eight in the mornin'

[JD]
Now the party don't start 'til I walk in
And I usually don't leave until the thing ends
But in the mean-time, in between time
You work yo thing, I'll work mine
I been puttin' it down here since 83'
Since the Lakeshore show MD rivalry
More froze than bad ice, with a place to be
If you was ridin, you was ballin to homie Shadi
Im the MBP, Most Ballernous Player
Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor
Monday night, Gentlemen's Club
Tuesday night, Im up in the velvet room, gettin fucked up
Wednesday, Im at strokers on lean
Thursday, jump clean, and I fall up in cream
Friday, shark bar kyack with Frank Ski, right on the floor is where you can
Find me
Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy, you can find me up in one-tweezy
Sunday, is when i get my sleepin'
Cause on Monday we be at it again, Holla!

[Chorus] x2

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Ludacris - Welcome 2 Atlanta Lyrics

Yeah
Welcome to Atlanta, Jack and Hammer and Vogues'
Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin' a fo'
A knock on the do', who is it?
I would happen to know, the one with the flow

Who did it? It was me I suppose
J D in the Rollz and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin' down old Nat, Gat tooked and lean
I split ya spleen, as matter' fact, I split ya team

No blood on the sneak's, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean
I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams
I'm allergic to 'doc perscribed anti-histemines

Oink, Oink, pig, pig, do away with the pork
Only siguar needs a steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm loose with banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon

The Wooley mammoth saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tounge
I won't stop until I'm rich as them, white-boy, come
I pull up in the black Lotus, you're plaque's are bogus

So, I stripped them off the wall
Waiting for my cue to corner pocket eight balls
You rackin' 'em up, I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up
In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadallacin' the truck

I can't loose with 22's, bitch, that's what's up
Runnin' in the back, the fuck, runnin' better than aquaduct
Chil-li-li-lin', what?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Welcome to Atlanta, where the playas play
And we ride on them things, like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties don't stop til' eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta, where the playas play
And we ride on them things, like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties don't stop til' eight in the mornin'

Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in
And I usually don't leave until the thing ends
But in the mean-time, in between time
You work yo thing, I'll work mine

I been puttin' it down here since 83'
Since the late show 'MD rivalry'
More froze than bad ice, with a place to be
If you was ridin', you was ballin' to homie, Shadi

Im the M B P, most ballernous player
Make my own rules, bitch, call me The Mayor
Monday night, Gentlemen's Club
Tuesday night, I'm up in the velvet room, gettin' fucked up

Wednesday, I'm at strokers on lean
Thursday, jump clean and I fall up in cream
Friday, shark bar kyack with Frank Skeem
Right on the floor is where you can find me

Saturday is off the heezy fo' sheezy
You can find me up in one-tweezy
Sunday is when I get my sleepin'
'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla

Welcome to Atlanta, where the playas play
And we ride on them things, like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties don't stop til' eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta, where the playas play
And we ride on them things, like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties don't stop til' eight in the mornin'

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Ludacris - We Got-Feat Chingy I-20 Tity Boi Lyrics

DTP we got them guns that go

Yeah, I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Niggaz recognize my name, [Incomprehensible]
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all 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 ain't 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 it's 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

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scan him, tan 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 Iraq
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 ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma 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 glock go

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be quick
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't 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 shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga 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
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y'all 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

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 and tell your woman it's 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 ain't talking 'bout fruit
I'll pay your cab back with the black mack
Till your back crack, got the gat back like

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
I'll 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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