Ludacris(37 lyrics)††††††††† < Home >

 

1st & 10

Area code

Block lockdown

Catch up

Cold outside

Coming 2 America

Cry babies (Oh no)

Fatty girl

Freaky thangs

Game got switched

Get off me

Get the fuck back

Go 2 sleep

Greatest hit (skit)

Growing pains

Ho

Hood stuck

However (skit)

It wasnít us

John Madden 2000 theme

Keep it on the hush

Midnight train

Mouthing off

Move bitch

My business

Phat rabbit

Rock and a hard place

Roll out (my business)

Saturday (Oooh! Oooh!)

She said

Stop lyiní (skit)

Southern hospitality

Stick Ďem up

U got a problem?

Whatís ur fantasy

Whatís ur fantasy (remix)

Word of Mouf (freestyle)



1st & 10††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

Click, click
Click, click
Yeah
Click, click
DTP nigga!

I started with ten mack tens
And ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times withícha in the span of ten years
Bitch Iím ten times two on a scale of one to ten
Iíll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men

At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs
Pushiní an Ď89 Box Chevy sittiní on dubs
Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves
Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs

Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks
Watching eight flicks
Youís 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 Erkul?

On to 7 Ak 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppiní by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure youíll be seven feet deep

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 donít start the fucking game
If you wonít settle the score

I got six hoes distributing on six blocks
Itís blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing
Six gun shots left
One pint of Vodka before this pimp will hit
Itís street justice, now itís six hole in your casket

Give me a high five and Iíll put that nine lower than your asophagus
Then smack you so hard that you have to come with 2pacalypse
Five stars, twenty rims, five cars
Iíd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars

I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floor
For you niggas talkiní shit
Iím fixiní to show you what for
I did four months in the bing instead of a hearst
Now itís DTP for life, for better or worse

I fuck three best friends
Ran on all three the same game
In these streets Iím a murderer
I got three alias names
Iím three times insane
Three shots will cave your brain
On 3 fire and ready, cock back and aim

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 donít start the fucking game
If you wonít settle the score

Iím packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunition
But at Friday the 13th
Whatís up now superstition?
Iím a two timer with a couple of twins
Double jeopardy
With a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz

I got one motto get dough till your gone
I got one main lady the rest of yíall is hoes
Iím numero uno with one more before I go
If you think I ainít the one bitch you too slow

And all you zero ass niggas ainít nothiní to me
Because I chop up Oís, move drough, and chop keys
0-6 is my clique along with PC
Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Sean Dreaves

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 donít start the fucking game
If you wonít settle the score

Area code†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris ft. Nate Dogg

Nate Dogg:
Iíve got hoes
Iíve got hoes
In different area codes (area)
Area codes (codes)
Hoes
In different area codes (area)
Area codes (codes)

Ludacris:
You thought I was just 770 and 404
Iím world wide biatch act like yaíll dont know
Itís the abominable hoeman
Globe Trought International Postman name a dick dopeman
718ís 202ís I send small cities and states I.O.Uís
901 matter fact 305 I jump off the g-4 we can meet outside
Control your Whoremones and keep your drawls on
Till I close the door and Iíll jump in yourmones
312ís 313ís 215ís 803 Iíll read your whoreoscope
And eat some whorederbs then Iíll pump one these
Hoes and self-serve 757 410ís my cellphone just overloads

Chorus (Nate Dogg)
Iíve got hoes
Iíve got hoes
In different area codes (area)
Area codes(codes)
Hoes
In different area codes (area)
Area codes(codes)

Ludacris:
Now everyday is a holiday
So stop the violence and put the 44 away
Skeet shoot a hoe today
504 972 713 watchu gon do
You checkin out the scene Iím checkin a hoe tonight
With perpendicular vehicular hoemocide
314 201 (hey) too much green too much fun (hey)
I bang cock in bangcock
Canít stop I turn and hit the same spot think not
Iím the thrilla in manilla slong in hong-kong
Pimp em like bishop magic don wong
Man after heinny with a coke and a smile
I just pick up the motherfuckin phone and dial
I got my condoms in my big ass sac
Iím slangin this dick like a new jack BIATCH!

Nate Dogg:
Is it cause they like my gangsta walk? (gangsta walk)
Is it cause they like my gangsta talk?
(gangsta talk ooh)
Is it cause they like my handsome face? (handsome face ooh)
Is it cause they like my gangsta ways?
(gangsta ways ooh)
Whatever it is they love it and they just wont let me be
I handle my bis donít rush me just relax and let me be free
Whenever I call (I call) come runnin 2121213 you know that I ball (I ball)
Stop frontin Iíve caught my substitute 3
Iíve got hoes
Iíve got hoes
In different area codes (area)
Area codes(codes)
Hoes
In different area codes (area)
Area codes(codes)

Ludacris:
Uh
916 415 704
Shout out to the 206 everybody in the 208 ha ah
216 702 414 317 214ís and the 281ís 334 2O5 I see yaíll uh uh
318 and the 601ís 203 804 42 301 904 47 850 708 502
Hoes in different area codes know that
Southern hospitality northern exhoesure

Block lockdown†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris ft. Funkmaster Flex

[Funkmaster Flex]
Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris
Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor
.. itís goin down

[DTP]
Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Foí
Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South
ĎCris (yeah) you ready?

[Ludacris]
Oh itís my turn? Aiight..
I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?)
She tried to jook me in a figure-foí leg lock (ohh)
She said she like the way I stick and make the bed rock
or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock, and itís on
So stop the sweatin like a wristband
And get some balance like a bike without the kickstand
I think I changed the definition of a hit man
Cuz I could really give a fuck about that bitch man, címon!
We puttin holes in your residence
And lose anybody for the right president
We thugged out street niggaz with intelligence
So all that bullshit you yappin is irrelevant
Oh yeah, I represent the Dirty Southside
Iím a dentist makin women open they mouth wide
You be in jail still runnin it on the outside
Thank not then wonít ya open up ya mouth riiiight, but who cares?

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell um how the South sound
UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA
UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh

[Verse 2]
Comin to Shady Park is like a peep show
Itís some respectable ladies and there some freak hoes
I know killers that go to church up in they street clothes
Youíll end up missin more than Shaq when shootin free throws
They packin and bout to open up the dope spot
My neighborhood is stoppin cars like a roadblock
They moviní weight like Atlanta was movin boat rock
And catchin ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never happen
And meanwhile I been thinkin man
Niggaz been slangin tapes like they slangin Ďcaine
Cuz in the hood its gettin ugly like orangutang
So if you tryin to stop the hustle get the dangalang
Okay, we tryin to make our own White House
Paint it black and start yellin our fuckin pipes out
You try to tackle some players and youíll get psyched out
They canít fuck with us niggaz you think they dyked out, so donít play

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Disturbin The Peace, we do that funky shit
Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey clique
See Dreíll throw on them shades, and make that funky shit
And keep yíall women away if they got funky clit
Understand, we got that dough and it get rolled up
You pay the price and still we got the block sold up
Aint nothin nice a full house donít make you fold up
You full of heist and try to jet and Iím like - 
hold up, god damn - I need to say it on a megaphone
And tell your sister get the fuck up off the telephone
These fools is tickin me off like fifty metronome
Iím takin all of ya money just call me Pebbletone!
Alright? I got the pistol and the safe key
You betta tell your bitch to follow you to safety
How dare you wanna be heroes and chase me
Itís Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why?

[Chorus]

Funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit uh
Do that funky shit uh
Do that funky shit

 

Catch up††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris ft. F.A.T.E., Infamous 2-0

(Chorus)
All this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some niggaz just really donít give a fuck
But some niggaz just relly donít give a fuck

And all this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some bitches just really donít give a fuck
But some bitches just really donít give a fuck

(Ludacris)
Now let me be quite Frank
Cause Iím that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drink
And Iím steady smoking buddah
I do the
Evil thatíll bend you when I get you
Iímma sit you down
Then take it to the mental and essential and clown
Every chance I get
Bitch Iím 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 Iím ridiní by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know itís a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking Iíll just do it again
So when I get old Iímma rock, roll, shake, and shiver
With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver

Chorus

(Infamous 2-0)
Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos
Steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo
Doubliní dough 24-7
Fuck po-poís Iím blowiní dro out the Ac Legend
Runnin wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4ís like Hank Aaron
Theníll smoke a L
Bust shells
And dare ya to tell
Walk up in the club
Pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots
Sippiní Courvousier watchiní hoes drop it like itís
hot
Shaking tits and twats
Placing big face 20ís and cock
Loading clips and glocks
Knowing we got the haters hot
The balliní donít stop
Just drop more Gís on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga cause itís goní catch up

Chorus

(F.A.T.E.)
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 itís 2-0 Iím Eastsideís King
But Iím 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 itís hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Droíd out
Thereís 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

Chorus

(F.A.T.E.)
Git it right
Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL
We are the dirty southís dirtiest. Disturbing the peace.

(White guy)
Hey bring on the bitches!!

Cold outside†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

[Ludacris]

[Chorus]

It ainít no one to trust but me
And I got to make sure that I take care of my family
And it ainít no choices Ďcause itís cold outside (Itís cold outside)

And to my niggas on the block
On the grind and hustliní tryiní to sell some rocks
You hear the voices say itís cold outside (Itís cold outside)

Iím hiding out and smokiní herb
because my boss is getting on my motherfucking nerves
But I got to take it Ďcause itís cold outside (Itís cold outside)

See rappiní is my only way
My mama told me just to save it for another day
But I got to make it cause itís cold outside (Itís cold outside)

[Verse 1]
Man, I can hear that wind blowing
You say it donít get cold in CP
Well niggas itís been snowing
Even though some might disagree
When business is still slowing
Even if we subject to change
Come up out them diamonds and rings
Even all them dollars and change
Nigga we home-grown
And to those that couldnít take the pressure
Nigga they long gone
Skeet 25 lighters on dressers
Or youíll get zoned on
They be puttiní them bodies in bags
They be cuttiní them bodies on slabs
Then go to somebody and brag
Got to keep a straight face
Better keep inside with your know
Got to find a safe place
Better stay in silence or go
Or end up a waste case
Pick figure itís more stuff to do
Pick nigger itís more folks than you
Pick never come close to a clue
I put my life on it
Want to disrespect give me your neck
And Iíll put a knife on it
Some say itís slippery when wet
But my Roll got ice on it
Itís all about supply and demand
Itís all about me buying some land
You folks just donít understand
That uh

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Man, I see the clouds coming
Yíall see a man on the moon walking
I see a crowd running
and the APD steadily talking
ĎCause we done found something
And itís not as good as it seems
Oh I wish I could get some cream
And get up out of the hood with some dreams
Iím peepiní hard crimes
See the systemís fucked up
And they giviní out some hard times
Heard one of these ???
And my people snortiní hard lines
Locked up and they didnít do a thang
Locked up because of the pressure and pain
Locked up because they wouldnít do the same
And I see the case close
I canít ask no questions, and itís over
ĎCause they say so
I ainít learned no lessons, but these snitches
Better lay low
Or we gonna be chopping some heads
And we gonna be rocking some beds
And we gonna be dropping some eggs
We walk a long road
Trying to find the essence of self
But I picked the wrong clothes
ĎDo rag with a gat under my belt
ĎCause lifeís throwing strong blows
But I keep a little hope and some dreams
And I try to stay focused and clean
But I got a little dope and some green
ĎCause uh

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I can see them shamed faces
Man, yíall look at me like yíall grew up
In the same places
Scams and dirty work came up on
A day to day basis
Now they got to re-up and re-bag
And they got to re-up and re-slab
Then they got to be up and be bad
This gameíll NEVER end
Excuse my French, but Goddammit
I got some clever friends
They might get set back by some wench
But that bitchíll never win
Itís all about the way of the world
Itís all about the way of them girls
Itís all about them diamonds and pearls
We waiting too long
But the DEC and Southwest Atlanta
Is too strong
We might bring that soap out and wash up
And throw them suits on
Coming in the court with some pride
ĎCause we ainít got nothing to hide
Just didnít know what laws to abide
I play the cards dealt
And I bought a full house and I watched
The womanís heart melt
See my mamaís cooled out and sheís crying
ĎCause itís heart-felt
Itís all about supply and demand
Itís all about me buying some land
You folks just donít understand
That uh

[Chorus to fade]

 

Coming 2 America†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit

-- Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America.
Time to roll out the red carpet on yíall bitch asses.
Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay.
Ludacris; Disturbiní Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty 
when you hear it. The throne has been taken, so kiss this 
niggaís earring. Luda throw some grapes on these bitches!

[Ludacris]
These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn!
They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty;
what Iím Ďsposed to do? Itís such a sweet thang
Work that track, whip Ďem like Kunta
Thatís why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
donít even look at me ho donít pass go just go straight to jail
With no probation or bail, but this ainít Monopoly
Itís Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli
Uh-oh, Spaghetti-Oís! Ludaís oodles of noodles
And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles
My rap career goes back further than yoí father hairline
Itís Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines
Iím fly, even when I get high I work cash
And even got my coats bumped up to first class
Iím boss to all employees - and Iím here to teach the principle
Cause Iíve been saved by moí bells than Lark Vorhees

-- Man fuck that nigga ĎCris man, for real man. Iím tired of
this shit man. Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get 
a nigga tracks; he ainít hearin my shit. Man for real.
Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga;
man that nigga garbage. Man I got talent too, the nigga ainít 
hearin me. Man iii-iiiis this shit on?
ĎCris, címon ĎCris.
ĎCris, fíreal man. FUCK YOU NIGGA, MAN FUCK YOU!

[Ludacris]
Fuck you too! What you wanna do, scrawny nigga
But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos
Know how to use Ďem, fight dirty as SHIT
I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a CLIQUE
You see yíall got it all wrong like women in tuxedos
And comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitos
Iím on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos
With five strippers, four wives and three amigos
I go scuba divin in Bays at Montego
I find gold links and snatch Ďem like Iím Deebo
But Iím the light-skinteted version of Mandingo
Iíve seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo
I used to run numbers in line they caled me BINGO
Cause Iím big, you a little star, you just twinkle
Old asses like sharpeis, yíall all wrinkled
And I stay with more BULLETS than yoí Billboard singles

-- Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applause
he is definitely all fíreal - yaseeIímsayin? Ha ha I be
fuckin with him all the time, yahhmean? Iím sayin, I used
to just (?) now home come through he want filters a purple,
he want quarters a purple now. I want yíall to trip with it 
man, I woulda sold him a Coupe (?) we coulda played with,
yaseewhatIímsayin?

[Ludacris]
Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack
See piece of the bigger trap look at that God be rollin on that
Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just donít know
Shady Park you heard just donít go
Quick to flip the bird up poí-poí
Makin the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!
Gotta hit Ďem with a reload, I gotta put Ďem with the people
I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go?
Bring that, shit back, didnít wanna hear that, clik-clak
Tons of fun with guns
Fuck all the lilí chit-chat get back get that get that
Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers itís Poppa Bear
Stop and stare; pourin out a lilí gasoline and then drop a flare
Come on, FIRE! And you know I canít stop Ďtil I re-TIRE!
Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin on Vogue TIRES!
Right down the avenue, passin you rapidly stackin
In the back of the Cadillac and packin emergency action
Camera, LIGHT LIGHTS, throwin a punch and then FIGHT FIGHT
Packin a lunch and then BITE BITE, A-T-L stay TIGHT TIGHT

-- Iím just tryin to save ya shorty. Iíma let you know
itís real down heah. When you ride down that two-eighty-five,
and you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road
foí you get it cut free shorty just shave; cause dat where dem
real niggaz at. I ainít lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin
down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or (?) Boulder to shave!
Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. When youíre goin down that
olí Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house Ďfore you get
to the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz at!
Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga.

 

Cry babies (Oh no)††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

[Chorus: Ludacris - repeat 2X]
(Oh No!) I caught him with a blow to the chest 
(Oh No!) My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh No!) Iím bout to send two to his dome
(Oh No!) Cry babies go home!

[Verse One: Ludacris]
I got people scared as FUCK like when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eatiní eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight
You frostiní like a flake and Ludacris feels grrreat!
Who want come face me, face come want who?
And women give me face until theyíre face turns blue
They canít breathe, dick to mouth recessatation
A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations
I Playstations, duck cops and lose agents
Iím Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck patients
When I kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry Iíll take a bite out of crime
And itíll 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 Iíll send flowers
And Iím on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Ludacris]
You see Iím ambidextrous I slap ass with both hands
Delete your first steps, but Iíll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my mama said ďit ainít worth itĒ
But Iím at the shooting range just Ďcause practice makes perferct
Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives
You run with niggas thatís more chicken then pot pies
Bok bok bok Iím shakin your tale feathers
I got big balls, Iím a SAC King like Chris Webber
Ludaí 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 Ďcause I flipped Oís 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

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Ludacris]
I kick niggas in theyíre ass reboot Ďem like laptops
And they wouldnít even box if I gave Ďem a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for words like I beat Ďem in Scrabble
You see Iím from a small town called ďFresh out a copís assĒ
Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed
I smell puss from fifty yards
Yíall not playin with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards
Catch me in Vegas spinniní the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome maggots in brauds and sticking Ďem
And youíll be at home picking your bougars and flicking Ďem
A drug dealerís dream, so fresh and Iím so clean
Iím a grown ass man and youíre sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks peons youíre just rookies
Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies

[Chorus] - 2X

 

Fatty girl††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris ft. LL Cool J, Keith Murray

This is for the fatties wearing my shit
Yea yea yea what, track mastas FB entertainment

[Ludacris]
Yo
Girl you taste like a cinnabun so sweet from the thighs to the cheeks
Sex on the beach check the size of my beast
Call me the pusher Ludacris king ding-a-ling seat smusher
Sweet street pusher give me that gusher.. nasty stuff
Look up I took her..ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)
Here comes her nigga (who giveís a fuck)
Rap fame and plat thangs they cant hang
I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange
Jing-a-ling ding-a-ling oh no they cant stop
Take it to the floor back up and then drop
Effervescent.. time times of the essence
Make em undress in less then 3 seconds
So roars? keep steppin whoreís keep slobbin
Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin
Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin
Creepin and crawlin Iím incogneg
Cant catch the balls then you in the wrong league
Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk
Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk
Risky and clean crispy of creams
You lookin mighty fine in them jeans

[chorus]
Oh you guys want a..
Fatty girl, Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl
Who me?
You know I gotta...
Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl
Whatcha mean?
It means I gotta...
Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl
Fat as a bitch
(Hot) Fattie Girl (fire) Fattie Girl (hot) Fattie Girl

[LL Cool J]
International baller baby

(pause)

Young birds in the coupe goin
(Papi tell me if you dont feel me)
Easy.. I feel greasy when you squeeze me
(Speaking padua)(cause the blood clot talk can do if ya wan please me)
Im talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be
Havin young ladies bustin like 380ís
Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers
Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers
Get it?.. glock dillingers
Im big you small.. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall
Hair like brillo .. cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)
Naked in a tub of a jello.. still no competition
Still flow nigga listen (im not supposed to do this type of thing Iím a christian)
Amen .. its like a scene out of playahís magazine
Let them other cats hollah.. L will make you scream

[chorus]
Oh you guys want a..
Fatty girl, Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl
Who me?
You know I gotta...
Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl
Whatcha mean?
It means I gotta...
Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl
Fat as a bitch
Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl

Hey yo, welcome home Murray!
[Keith Murray]
This isnít thought of those broads who got the goods
To the chicks who dont and its still all good
Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8
Youíll soon get it just stay workin hard at it
Goodness gracious good god almighty
You got a bodunka dong girl dont hurt nobody
Toes all painted .. feet all out
Hereís an aphrodesiac for the mall without a doubt
Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin
Cater to yo every fantasy
You got the tongue clitterous tits and belly pierced
Necklace around yo waist toe rings, girl do yo thing
I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful
And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle
Whoo wee jesus jo jo casey and mary girl you dont know what you do to me
aint no doubt about it..
When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket
(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph
You can see that thang from the front
We gas those up like full service
and keep em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis
And when you shake it.. you rock my world
I done died and went to heaven.. you got a fatty girl

[chorus]
Oh you guys want a..
Fatty girl, Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl
Who me?
You know I gotta...
Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl
Whatcha mean?
It means I gotta...
Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl
Fat as a bitch
Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl, Fattie Girl
Chorus repeats till end...

 

Freaky thangs†††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris ft. Jagged Edge & Twista

[Submitted by big_tigger_05@blackplanet.com]

Itís two a.m. in the morning and it uhh..
light showers and youíre probably hookin up with that girl
thatís been, two-wayin you all week. Her baby daddyís out
of town so uhh, you can fuck around. Itís okay to check in
that Motel 6. $59.95, not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho.
Yeah. Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers -
magnum I hope. This is Phazon Love and uhh, I love hoes.
I just donít pay Ďem!

[Hook: Jagged Edge]
Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout Ďem
Get that cut up! Oh-whooooooo, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be bout Ďem

[Ludacris]
Iím kinda hopin that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C.
So later on weíll be rollin
Drop-tops Iím hittin yoí hot spots Iím top notch
My niggaz never listen but I told Ďem
When I catch you at the game runnin game at the A.U.C.
that later on weíd be bonin
Fat cats Iím ready to tap that so back that
No wonder why you wakin up up swollen

[Twista]
Iím feelin you Ludaí, smokin my buddha, coochie recruiter
Comin at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast
Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash
on the back and leave it drippin down the crack of her ass
Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin booty sucker silly puddy
Killin for money, still a thug get bump; from some pokin
and locomotion hittin bunnies, for threesome getcha buddy
When Iím feelin scummy I love to cut

[Ludacris]
Tan skin so, butter soft Iím rippin the buttons off yoí - BLOUSE
Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when Iím in yoí - HOUSE
Check the ratio of men to women and women to men when down - SOUTH
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yoí - MOUTH
So we love that k-k-k-k

[Hook]
[Twista]
Now I got the feelin we can cut the hell out each other
And I hope we be the same thang - freaks
We can get the mattress goin eh-err, eh-err
Handlin business while I bang bang - skeet
Wash the dick off and kick off another session again
I can break Ďem off in the shower, kitchen floí or the outdoors
The pieces from the East is the shit
and the flesh in the West is the best
but Twista love them Chicago and South hoes

[Ludacris]
Come up out yoí, negligee, freak Ďem on a regular day
Cum six times - but itís seven today
Ludacris in the back of your Chev-e-rolet
Ahh, ahh! Whatís my name?
So magical I come and touch the game
You motherfuckers really lust to gain
Nothin but hatin and a look of disgust
So itís must, stay ďAdrenaline RushĒ
Wonderin why they donít be bustin the same

[Twista]
Iím clutchin my thang;
stuffin in it, strokin it down, beat the stuff up
Uh-uh shorty, donít run from it
She give me the booty Iím breakin it off
I can tell a stab by the way that she walk
Fatty flickin like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get Ďem out the gator high heels
Pullin rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag
Wanna smoke Ďdro I got a bag, take a proper drag befoí I tap it
I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that k-k-k-k

[Hook]
[Ludacris]
Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the bathtub
Makin you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs
Itís killin me thinkin about the bottles that pop
The models that swallow willin, up under my pillow stayin strapped up
If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape
So give me the rope you gettin wrapped up
Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, Iím fresh and fruity
Ya dutyís to figure the bootyís gettin slapped up

[Twista]
I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push Ďem up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a video
but I got the radio bumpin Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
come on and dip up through the hideout with Twistí
But after we do what we goní do getcha purse and get together
because now you gots to ride out - bitch!

[Ludacris]
Oh ĎCris, can you - do it again, thatís what they askin me
Hit skins, causin catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my family
Sip gin, fulfillin yoí fantasies
In yo condition Iím wishin youíll take a lickin
and keep on tickin from thicker thighs
Finger lickin never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes
and you can tell sheís a figure five, so we love that k-k-k-k

[Hook]
[Jagged Edge - repeat 2X]
Cut up, gettin brains, in the Range
We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs
I like it when you let me try, anythang
Cause girl I ainít got nothin but time
Let a nigga get a little cut up girl
-- I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy,
where the royal penis is clean, yoí majesty. Can it be,
Sheila E, Appalonia, Vanity, all mad at me? Iím the
Prince dick of insanity. Iím good lovin, body-rockin,
knockin boots all night long, we not stoppin.
I donít care if the kids watchin, I stir it like motherfuckin
coffee and brown sugar. Girls dem sugar. World class lover.
Kama sutra, porno music producer. Tallywhacker is a rock hard
storm trooper with a purple helmet, made for crushin
pink cookies. Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies;
and fat women, because they need love too.
So go on big girl, whatchu goní do?

Game got switched†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

(Chorus) Repeat 2X

I hate it when itís too many niggaz (Too many niggaz)
Not enough hoes
Too many rookies
Not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all yaíll can suck my dick BITCH!!

[Verse 1]
I got a miracle Ludacris lyrical fool
We dirty south shut yo mouth we rock tools
No holds barred but obey the block rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anyone like ya (HELL NAW!!)
I treat hmans like students (FAIL YAíLL)
So turn ya book to page 69 and start suckin
When Organized drop the track then start duckiní
When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin
Girl: You wanna be startin something
Get out the booth and lemme tell you the truth
We kick down doors
Save all the H20 for front rows
Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes
Stay chromed out and thatís 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

Chorus (Repeat 2X)

[Verse 2]
Girl: Man you done lost yo mind
No Iíve lost my virginity
And I shot quick
Like that nigga shot Kennedy
Whatís the remedy Hennessey Coke
If you cut all your money youíd still be half broke
Ashes to ashes smoke or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get smoked
If you take me for a fool Iíll take you for a joke
Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope
So now we eatiní lobster shrimp and things
Watch for imposters thatís been in the game
We invented the game and yaíll just got here
Dude: Man whatís that smell
PROBABLY YO UPPER LIP
Cause I love to walk around like my shit donít stink
Even if its 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

Chorus (Repeat 2X)

[Verse 3]
I put too much sugar in my Kool-Aid
And partied like a kid with a high top fade
Arrive at the 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
Iím on the right page but whatís my format
I wave to the ocean cause Iím where shores at
And women go nuts just like my bozack
Did you know that?
Man Iím the gift of change
Electric stoves so give me the keys to the range
Sagadelic, beautiful but strange
Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flame
Rearrange same broad different night
Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right
The bomb threat dude thatís on the same flight
The highlightís that I live a high ass life

Chorus (Repeat 6X)

Get off me††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris ft. Pastor Troy

[Ludacris & Pastor Troy]
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)

chorus:
[Ludacris]
get off me, but Iím on you all day
get off me, I donít think you wanna play
(repeat 2x)

[Ludacris]
you wanna rush me, you canít touch me, trust me
Ďcuz you weigh too dusty, and rusty, and busted
[Pastor Troy]
you bettaí shop that make you pop up from lock up
but you tell your folks to hold youíre jack up to back up (to back up)
[Ludacris]
Iím ready, so sit down or go taí your room
[Pastor Troy]
it ainít nothinnnnní
[Ludacris]
a a watch out watch out, boom
call me the hit man, Ďcuz I make you wanna call time-out
then I make your Mom cry-out, when I take your ho fine-out
then watch me take yaí, and fake yaí, and shake yaí, and break yaí
and see you on holdddddd until you make her
[Pastor Troy]
you should give up now for talkiní shit like that
but then you noting, you garbage you bettaí watch yaí back

chorus

[Pastor Troy]
(OK, OK now)
itís the pastor, ? her, showiní my move
[Ludacris]
up in that 2000 excursion
[Pastor Troy]
rideiní on 22ís
I hear daí boom
[Ludacris]
but booms just get more crunk
[Pastor Troy]
itís the DSGB forevaí
[Ludacris]
we rideiní on pump
[Pastor Troy]
I stuck, or did I fake punk, Iím in dea (UN huh)
I think I take a ???
or you can pretend to be homey
[Ludacris]
??? as soon they get off me

chorus
(repeat 2x)

Get the fuck back††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

[intro I-20]
What the fuckís up!
DTP in this mother fucker
And for all yaíll that donít like it
Do one thing, get the fuck back
ĎCause all my niggas iz ready
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna
Letís show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace
Get the fuck back, bitch
(shooting and screaming in the background)

Chorus
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole townís on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
Whatís that
People goní die tonight

[I-20]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
D-low make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole townís on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
Whatís that
People goní die tonight

Bronson, mutha fucker, give me more than three feet
DTP in the club, we cominí more than three deep
Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters
Stayiní more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers
How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke
Infamous, Iím a value meal, I come with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way
Iíll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee

[Ludacris]
I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways
Catch Ďem at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots)
See Ďem on Broadway and tap they ass
Catch Ďem in the swimming pool and overlap they ass

[Fate]
Iím from the southside, College Park
G Road, niggas gone
Ride when the beef starts
Donít hold back, let the heat spark
Oneís through his vest, oneís through his chest
Sleepy hollows put the niggas to rest, uh

Chorus
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole townís on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
Whatís that
People goní die tonight

[Shawna]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Shaw make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
Whatís that
People goní die tonight

What you know about projects, hoes, and murda
whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface
Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock
Find me on tha block tryiní to cop a piece of the crop
Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop
But if you fuckiní with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga

[Ludacris]
We pop bottles, bottles,
right over you head, niggas
Put nozzles, nozzles
Right over your leg, niggas
Our motto, motto
Is kill Ďem instead, niggas
We make Ďem loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas

[I-20]
All of yaíll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed
The only time Im goiní half, is half on a half
But I use a full clip, cuz Iím a full fledged killa
Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer

Chorus
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole townís on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
Whatís that
People goní die tonight

[Fate]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Fate make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole townís on my nutsacks
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
Whatís that
People goní die tonight

We the filthy niggas from the South, A-Town represent us
Strong arminí motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle
You got issues with us talkiní shit on mixed tapes
Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape
You best pump brakes, Ďfore I pump shells and blood oze
I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse
Just keep on pissin me off, like a week kidney
And you will find your family reading your obituary

[Ludacris]
These people tryiní to scrub the red off
Stains they donít get off
They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang Ďbout to set off
Barretas for getting cheddar, youíre better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin head off

[Shawna]
I got a letter from the government, the other day
They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay
They on their way, three minutes to get the k
Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and imma spray

Chorus
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole townís on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
Whatís that
People goní die tonight

[Shawna]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
Whatís that
People goní die tonight

Repeat 2x [1st time Ludacris, 2nd time Fate]
Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when Iím in the court, plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, imma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks wonít a damn thing change

 

Go 2 sleep†††††† Ludacris ft. Infamous 2-0, Lilí Fate & Three-6 Mafia

[Hook 3x]
GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep, GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep
IF YOUíRE TIRED BE QUIET AND GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep

[Ludacris]
Maaan, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make Ďem six feet deep
ĎCause we knock Ďem unconscious with that non-sense
Read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent
Then about where your time spent
Mess around get your guys hit; a ten HUUUT!
I send Three-Six olí sheeyit, nigga WHAAAT?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
Butíchu you wonít wrap up ya bandages, or hell you would

[Infamous 2-0]
Nigga I got shottyís and semiís - I love Ďdro and Henneí ?
All brown and skinny, but Iíve fucked up so many
I got QPís and halves - if we beefiní I blast
You sleepiní I laugh, ask ĎCris, Iím off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much; I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mr. Crayola; niggas know what I mean
ĎCause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-muthafuckas gotta know the routine

[Hook 4x]

[Crunchy Black]
Bitch itís me again, kickiní in your fuckiní doors
I look for div-idends - I ainít lookiní for you hoes
You bitch canít com-prehend; let me put one in your boot
Let me put one in your boat, so you ? can go to sleep
So, lay down bitch; gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boi
It donít mean a thing, boi, for me that ainít goní swing, boi
Them god damn toys; do you know what I mean, boi?

[DJ Paul]
Now if you warriní and runniní from them Three-Six niggas
This forty-five goní give a reason to sleep, nigga
Or bustiní massive Ďround some S.K.
My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yoí cascade
Iím strippiní bitches and Iíma ball fucker with a limp
They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoeís pimp
And quick to sink her on the nigga Ďcause this what itís Ďbout
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckiní mouth
We Memphis niggas

[Hook 4x]

[Juicy J]
North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mouth
Nigga we be smokiní life; never shut ya Charlie Brown
Memphis niggas in this bitch; pockets full, ya know we bail
Hooked up with my nigga ĎCris, then we head to A-T-L
Playas wild, throwiní bows, telliní chickens, ďFuck you hoe!Ē
Nigga rolliní up the moe, as long that white shit up they nose
Mayn this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fuck; catch me in the lost and found

[Lilí Fate]
Better use common sense checkiní me out for bitch I can stand for
And up, get yaself in this clique
Without my tongue licks, behind me gettiní handcuffed by a slut
Look, Iím from Gittero what?
Southside niggas throw it up when itís time to get buck
Niggas in the back of the club postiní up
Waitiní for a nigga thatís new to make it up
Ass in, ainít no askiní; itís no tolerance as long bitch check in
She wití me, comments will only getíchu basically eternally resting
So abide by the call of the streets
If ya got a bitch better keep her on a leash
? gonna creep in ya home while you gone
Have you cominí back findiní nutt on yoí sheets

[Hook 4x]

 

Greatest hit (skit)†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

Better than College girls gone wild (woo hooo!)
Itís more off the chain than late night with Miss Cleo
ďCall me now for your free readin, whoíse the father of the babyĒ
Disturbing The Peace entertainment presents the Ludacris greatest
Hits cd done by..... random white people
ďYeah yeah yeah címon what is it? give it to me now
Give it to me now give it to me now give it to me nowĒ
ďAnd I want to, you make it so good I dont want to leave
But I have to know what...what it your......fantasyĒ
Itís random white people uncut and uncensored and
Off beat as fuck 
ď...and the ballin ass brothers with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you donít do the hoes when you get on the floor
Drop them hoes shit.Ē
Youíve never seen white people like this you.. have never heard white people like this
ďYou doing hoe activities with hoe tendencies 
hoes are your friends hoes are your enemies. Speakin of hoes
Why do you think you take a hoe to a hotel. Hotel everybodyĒ
Itís random white people doing Ludacrisí greatest hits send all checks and money orders
To p.o box 9999 Atlanta GA 30303. Itís random white people on Díz Nuts records 
A division of Disturbing The Peace entertainment.

 

Growing pains†††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris ft. Keon Bryce & Fate Wilson

[Fate Wilson]
Okay, I remember the days
High Rise, Lil Lefts, Even Stevens and Faze
Troops Lotto and BKís those was the days
High tech boots spray paintiní witícha name
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
They carryin Boneís chain
One gone but yo we miss yaí
Harris photos school shots can you remember
Bury him told his bitch go to the perm and die
Didnt lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5
When she disobeyed hand off clated craze
Just to reiterate dog those was the days
Foí da invasions of hatas I aint cool to mile around
Use to get down at True Flavas bumpin Key Lo
Walkiní damage cross colored and Paco
While play more step than talent shows
Prom nights tux and cane know its so cool
Fuck them new model cars we ridiní old school (old school)

(Chorus)[Keon Bryce]
We was runnin so hard
Hard to survive
Cause eventhough we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And thats how we win
When we were kids

[Fate Wilson]
In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown
Hamwood and Diplomats
Played with Transformers, G.I. Joeís and Thundercats
We was loviní that
Before to started jackin jacks
For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through
Collis Park after dark
Crown Victorias police armored cars
Be aware...wang wiggas was out there
But we didnt care kids was gettiní stabbed and ditched out there
To busy playiní...Double Dare
You touched shorty on the ass thatís a bet
Want ya Kool-Aid and sugar smack ya hands and say sweat
Itís mine now place it in my Louie Vaton pouch
Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch
Slout socks box Chevy Caprice
Hot knees cut da holes Disturbing Tha Peace
Wit no conscience broke niggas call em nonsense
No com-mission little faded payiní homage

(Chorus)[Keon Bryce]
We was runnin so hard
Hard to survive
Cause eventhough we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And thats how we win
When we were kids

[Ludacris]
I had a Long John but no Silver
No gold or plat
I was simply red from the years I been holdiní back
With 2 sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches
And set fires in garbage pales and cabbage patches
A child of the corn been wild since I was born
Climbiní over barb wire clothes got torn
Shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy
Wherever I go they went they my buddy
I brush teef brush naps and cause treats
Dreaminí of Cadillac with wheels and plush seats
Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats
Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf
When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for ACTION!
Stariní at beer cans and a moment to crack one
Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys
And Ďbuse the people makin all that gotdamn noise

(Chorus)[Keon Bryce](x2)
We was runnin so hard
Hard to survive
Cause eventhough we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And thats how we win
When we were kids

 

Ho†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

(Chorus)
Hooooooooo (Ho)
Youza Hoooooo (Ho)
Youza Hoooooo (Ho)
I said that youza hooooo (Ho)
(Repeat 1x)

(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

(chorus x2)

(Ludacris)
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

(chorus 2x)

(Ludacris)
You gotta run in your pantyhos
Even your daddy knows
that you suckin down chocolate like daddy-oís
You hos are horrible, horrendous
On taxes yaíll 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

(chorus x2)

(Ho)
Muthafuckas im so tiired of yall niggaz always talkin
bout hos this, hos that, you tha muthafuckin ho nigga
I wasnít no ho last night

(Pimp)
Ho, bring yo ass!

(Ho)
Ok, hold on

Hood stuck††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

[Chorus] (Ludacris)
Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
(Eastside, eastside nigga what?)
Iím 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?)

[Ludacris]
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
Whoíd eva thought up they grew up on one of the BeBe Kids
Type of rat, sat on my ass
And fiendiní for cash
Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think Iíll pass
Now what we got Ďround here is a 20-20 twins
and whats up in my hand, is a bottle of Gin
I love women so Iím 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 donít blame you
I lay in da sand, yaíll 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
Iíma Trojan man, BHS hall supplier
Shady park resident and southside Rider

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
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
Iím gettin nutt while Iím singin this song
and there is enough for everybody in da party
while yaíll hittin da bong
But yaíll be hittin my schlong
you play the flute quite nicely
When teeth interrupt, you can watch as I get fiesty
Oh no, you suckas didnít 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 Dís 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

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Your pick time to get hood sick
Hitíem wit a good lick
Clean out yo house from da couch to da toothpick
EastSide Ruthless
WestSide leave Ďem 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 Iím dead
What wha

[Chorus x2]

However (skit)†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

Yo hello
Luda 
Whatís up boy
Whatís up nigga this is 20
Where you at?
Shit over here at the Texa-hoe filling up
Yeah yeah I feel that
Yo yo check it out
Yo you still got that girl Stacy number from Valle-hoe
No no I think I lost that
Oh no címon man Iím trying to cut her man
You canít check your Hoe-ledex or something
Man hold on let me see dog
Stacy, Stacy oh Chicag-hoe
Nah nah nigga Valle-hoe
Oh Ohio-hoe thatís what you talking about
Valle-hoe, Valle-hoe
Man your ass here we hoe again
Nah man Iím sitting here looking and 
I donít have it I donít see no Valle-hoe
Fuck fuck man Iíll call Shondrae
Oh hey man congratulations I forgot to 
Tell you that shit didnít your sister
Graduate today?
Oh yeah dog you know what Iím saying
Valor-dick-whorian and all man
Yeah thatís tight man
Shit look Iím about to break out though dog whatís up
For real nigga where you feeling to hoe
Yeah man Iím about to hit these roomster hoeís right quick.
Oh nigga you canít come get me?
Ah nigga Iím in the middle of Howhere!

 

It wasnít us††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

[Chorus - repeat 2x]
They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that, 
shit like that, maybe because I get like that, 
kick like that, rip like that
They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that, 
climb like that, cuz the world is mine like that 
(yours like that) mine like that

[Ludacris]
You can get your whole crews, even niggas that owe you
They ainít paid you shit you can drink some cold brew 
and throw on them old shoes and jump in the whip
you can come and find us, be right behind us and insert the clip
You hear something that went ďclackĒ ďclackĒ ďclackĒ
Somebody went down but it wasnít us
you can settle Ďbout two meals get hooked up with a good deal
Start stackiní dough you can ride your mobile
Get 20 inch big wheels and collect some hoes
Tou can even start eatiní good and smokiní good 
but you pressiní your luck and you say whaí 
Somebody went bankrupt shiit but it wasnít us

Chorus

[Ludacris]
You can go to the drawing board just start from stratch
All over again clean
or you can tell a bunch of officers that Iím the one to catch 
But my niggas is the police
you can try to blame me or even try to frame me but Iíll make bail now 
somebody goiní to jail shit but it wasnít us
You do track after track, and walls get plaque after plaque
CDís on rack after rack no moe selling sací after sací
You couldíve had that good life, good kids and a good wife
It was yours to earn but the records stores gettiní returns
shiit but it wasnít us

Chorus

[Ludacris]
You could be 
goin on worldwide tours and see your face on every magezine
or you can flip to channel after channel 
and see that ass on the TV screen
You can pay for expensive videos 
and have whole lot of big bootie hoes
but when the shit start comin to a close 
shiiit but it wasnít us
You can use your back-up plan, even call him your back-up man
and start thinkíin quick
You can call on your back-up hoes, even call the back-up pros 
and tell Ďem to suck a dick
and you tell just to get deez
and you tell just to pay the fees
and to pay their dues, and they catchin those STDís
Shiit but it wasnít us

Chorus (repeat 2x)

 

John Madden 2000 theme††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

(Ludacris) 
Maaaaaaaaan, get out my way and watch out as I come through 
Bustiní in your line, crackiní helmets in two 
I bring the pain, so whatícha gone do? 
Stand there and just get shook out your shoes 
So clean out your locker, Iím out to getícha 
Cuz I just popped ya, you canít take the pressure 
You might as well quit, cuz you just canít last 
Madden two thou put your face in the grass 
And your spine in the DIRT, so put on a SKIRT 
If you step on the field and donít wanna get HURT 
Just bruised and beaten, all black and blue 
And itís been like that since Madden Ď92 

(Ludacris) 
You better come harder than hard, rougher than rough 
Put up your guard, get ready to crush 
Itís thangs on this field that you just canít change 
E.A. Sports, itís in the game, whatícha want? 
(The rock in the palm of my hands!!!) 
Whatícha got? (I got John Madden!!!!) 
Whatícha want? 
(The rock in the palm of my hands!!!) 
Whatícha got? (I got John Madden!!!!) 
Whatícha want? 
(The rock in the palm of my hands!!!) 
Whatícha got? (I got John Madden!!!!) 
Whatícha want? 
(The rock in the palm of my hands!!!) 
Whatícha got? (I got John Madden!!!!) 
Feel the power

 

Keep it on the hush†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

[Preacher]
sister, mother so glad to see you
so glad your parol came through
so glad everybody came out this morning
we reading from the book of hush, today
verse sixty-nine, come on somebody, come on somebody
good to see all of you came out this morning
even though some of you just leave at one twelve
smellin like booty, and hennessee, come on
cabasille double shots, ha-hah, it dont matter!

[Chorus]
Keep it on the hush, dont say nothing
Aint gone be no talking, while Iím doing my thang
Keep it on the hush, dont say nothing
Aint gone be no talking, while Iím doing my thang

[Ludacris]
Im loving the way your legs go so far back, your one of those flexible girls
I figure your daddy always said you was one of the best in this world
But never the less in this world, Im just professional girl
I teach Ďem a lesson, have Ďem stressin and confessin the girl
How good it was, and how good it could be, if they just tried it
Taking my double dosage skip the daily dick diet
T-ried it, they so excited, and cant hide it
Im trying to do my thang, but you gotta be quiet

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Now even when I just come in your house and cover your mouth because your momma is home
You grippiní the sheets and making a effort not to holler and moan
You got to keep it on the hush, cause we in no rush
You telliní me its the little things that mean so much
And its an illusion to think you can match what I can do best
So if ya man call, tell him to put some hair on his chest
But he dont even have to know, we keepin it on the low
You walking it like a dog, and stay working it like a pro, so..

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Imma taste ya neck, and begin to nibble around your earlobes
Down to your belly button, then im un-snappiní your bra thinkiní your titties are tryna tell me somethin
Hard nipples, colder then ice-sicles
Workiní it with my tounge, you can just tell me if it tickles
Freaky deaky kinda sneaky, Ludacris and the gang
Disturbiní the peace, we runniní the streets and steady slanginí them thangs
But you gotta keep the noise down, in order to keep the boy down
Its joy all around, and you know how it sounds, if you just..

[Chorus - repeat til fade]

[Preacher]
As the crime scene evolves, the doors are open, the doors are open

Look at you sister Johnson in the front row
with thongs on, your legs open tryna tempt me
keep it on the hush, Iíll be over at about seven oíclock
keep it on the hush, shhh

 

Midnight train†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

Verse 1: 
It started off in Shanny Park 
On the street of old Nash 
And it feels so good to escape and just kick it at last 
My clan had to bring the ruckus cause we had the cream 
Or you could eat over at Ryanís or some fish and got seen 
And I had to fix a goodie bag and make decisions and heist 
Cause Soulfood ainít the mutherfucking thing to waste 
So lets get looney on the set cause I got five on the fire 
Will slide through Eastpoint and make our way to blackrighya 
Looking like Outkast on the spot smoking blunts 
Hit the liquor store 
Got up got out and got something 
The 8 ball so I could do some space age pimpin 
My blood stay young off of 45 colts and chicken 
Camalton Road filled wit Dís and vogues and 
Players making them hoes in tight clothes 
Coming up slamming caddy doors 
IS south worst will take it to your chest 
We got it locked like some niggas on house arrest 
Because we riding 

Chorus: 
Riding on that midnight train to Georgia 
Riding 

Verse 2: 
Itís just one of those day when 
I can kick it like this and like that 
Itís a free world my folks got Rowdy 
Where you at 
Iím right off cascade or Ralph David Avenue 
And I shall proceed or continue to keep my roots nappy 
Cause afro and all ceasers they keep me warm 
Some living a thug life so how long were they born 
I still rhyme thatís why I bounce my way to bankbread 
I so bad that Iíll knock you out 
Thatís what my mamma said 
Sippin on brandy sunny days wit my best friend 
Hit her you seein then cruise to the Westend 
They should have said that it was Six Flags 
Over Georgia then underground if my crew 
Stays weíll be fat when Iím older 
If I told you once I told you ass a 
Thousand times that I got em all in 
Check when it comes to bustin rhymes 
Donít sweat the technique as I just move the crowd 
My Mob Deep of alcoholics people label us 
Loud because we riding 

(Chorus) 

Verse 3: 
See I felt my bones jump 
As I crossed the road 
I heard the squad was quite def so I flipped my mode 
On my way to DEC baby canít you see 
That the cader is too BIG for the 
Lost boys riding around in Lexus coups Jeeps and Beakers 
Yo cars get scooped just like Regina Carpet Cleaners 
In stone mountain cats putting it down 
Daz n Kurupt so I just gave all my dogs a pound 
Now my conflict was crucial off some hey smoke 
I should be getting it cause life is too god damn short 
And now my mind play tricks 
And all my boys acting ghetto 
Back to the CP I put my pedal to the medal 
God bless the child thatís just got itís own 
Since I was a juvenile Iím making cash money at home 
Now from a boy to a man I reached the end of my road 
Itís Ludacris signing off till the next episode. 

(Chorus) 

Cause itís the ATL 
Where all the pimps and the playas just dwell 
We got the cash find the ass then bail 
We leave a trace but never leave a trail.

 

Mouthing off††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris ft. 4-Ize

[Ludacris]
Look, when it all comes down to it...
we ainít have shit
its word of mouth

[Ludacris]
Ludacris, 4-ize, its like dis
I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust
then give you a $80 dolla certificate to Pussies ĎR 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 canít 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 Iím meaner than
Abdulablugata
My trials of more quest than midnight Marauders
its all Pina Coladas
No cops and robbaz
Takiní trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas
I hump more than Llamas
Get rolled more than tires
If you say Iím not nice, than you a mothafuckiní liar
entitled to your Opini-um
into the next millenium
So many major coins that I thought I had a Millio-um

[4-Ize]
Yo, I am going 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 hooked 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 Iím 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 Iímma Boxcar hobo
When I get Ludacris with bridges on da promo
Niggaz wanna clown, Iím 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 mothafuckiní Homo
Como.. Estes?
Tony Del Negro
Built to destroy these kidís 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 Iím thinking
Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky
Yo, my third eye is blinky

Move bitch††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris ft. I-20 & Mystikal

[whistling]

[Chorus 2x: Ludacris]

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Ludacris]
OH NO! The fightís out
Iíma Ďbout to punch yo...lights out
Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
Thereís somethiní wrong, we canít stay still
Iíve been drankiní and bustiní two
and I been thankiní of bustiní you
Upside ya motherfuckiní forehead
And if your friends jump in, ďOhhh gurrlllĒ, theyíll be moí dead
Causiní confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
Since not into lutioní, we run in the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
Iím doiní a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way
Iím D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over

[Chorus]

[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! Donít jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckiní crowd?
Start that goddamn show, Iím cominí through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I fuck the crowd up - thatís what I do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
ďOh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doiní?Ē
Sidelininí my fuckiní bussiness
Tryiní to get my paper, child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckiní T.V.ís and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ainít bitter, I donít give a fuck
But Iíma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

[Chorus]

[I-20 over second chorus]
Bring it, get Ďem

Too bad Iím on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, Iíll be right back
We buyiní bars out, showiní scars out
We heard thereís hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the peels cuz we robbiní tonight
Beat the shit outta security, we startin a fight
I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the Belve and Ďcris
Iím selliní shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
Fuck the dress codes, itís street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwiní bows, beatiní up niggaz
Iím from the D.E.C., tryiní to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyiní 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...

[Chorus]

[whistling]

 

My business†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

(Hook) 

Get Out My Business My Business 
Stay The Fuck Up Out My Business 
Cause These Niggas All Up In My Shit (2x) 
And Itís My Business My Business 
Stay The Fuck Up Out My Business 
Cause Itís Mine O Mine 

(Verse 1) 

Now How Did You Get That Platinum Chain Wit Them Diamonds In It 
Where You Get That Matching Benz Wit The Windows Tinted 
Who Them Girls You Be Wit When You Be Riding Through 
And I Ainít Got Nothing To Prove 
You Chose To Lose 
I Chose To Cruise 
And Sip Boose Fool 
Tell Me Whoís Your Weed Man And How Do You Smoke So Good 
Yous A Superstar Boy So Why You Til Up In The Hood 
Now What In The World Is In That Bag 
What You Got In That Bag 
A Couple Of Cans Of Whoop Ass 
You Did A Good Ass Job Of Just Eyeing Me Spying 

(Hook) 

(Connecting Hook) 

Thatís For Me To Know Bitch 
Not For You To Find Out 
Thatís For Me To Know Bitch 
Not For You To Find Out (2x) 
Thatís For Me To Know Bitch 
Not For You To Find Out 
Not For You To Find Out 
And Not For You To Find Out 

(Verse 2) 

Is That Your Wife 
You Girlfriend 
Or Is That Your Main Bitch 
How Much Money Do Yíall Be Makin 
And Are You Really That Rich 
Are Those Rumors Really True About The Size Of Your Dick 
Man I Done Heard Plenty Of Chicks 
You Ask Around Plenty Of Tricks 
Passed Around Pound For Pound 
You Always Hiding Out 
So Where The Hell Do You Live 
How Many Cars Do You Have 
Are Better Yet How Many Cribs 
What In The World Is In That Room 
Why Canít I Go In That Room 
Because That Spells Doom 
Get It Doom 
Get It Doom Doom 

(Hook) 

(Connecting Hook)

 

Phat rabbit†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris ft. Timbaland

[Ludacris - Verse One]
I be that nigga named Ludi
a k a L-O-V-A L-O-V-A
Fuck that shit
Nigga what you wan say one time
Southside letís ride (say what)
And if you love what you do, do what you feel
Then I know you gonna mark my words
Yall drop shit like birds
Then itís about the 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 phat tracks
That that nigga Timbaland put down
Oh yes, letís get it on down to the nitty grit
Donít have no time for the patient
Cuz I got more dick than a lilí bit
And time flies, when Iím haviní fun
I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just ďrun baby runĒ
I guess that they canít handle this
Brothers just to scandalous
If you donít wanna get freaked
then get out my way like an ambulance (say what)
Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the fake
And tell you boyfriend just to chill, donít playa hate
Kick back relax, and just take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea

[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS]
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That-that rabbit (ohhh, címon)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That-that fat rabbit (uh oh)

[Ludacris - Verse Two]
Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack
Showiní them where that loveís at
So open up your eyes and get a surprise like in CrackerJacks
Punaní Don happy
Giviní up that nappy dug out
Get the cut up, then I cut out
Why you standin there wit yoí butt out (whoo)
And itís always in the back of my mind
Wherever the place, whenever the time
Even in College Park, after dark, Iíma get my sunshine
Closer than close, closer than most, then Iím all up in ya
Beginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner
And let dinner be served
Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder
and put so much light in yoí life Iíll make the roaches scatter
The wetta the betta, Iím ready to get ya
Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar
So I can freak ya like I just met ya
Hot like a sauna, get comfy like in a Cadillac
Nick nack paddy wack give a dog a bone Jack
Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea

[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS TWO]
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that rabbit, girl (ohhh, címon)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh)

[Ludacris]
Yoí love is supa-cala-fragalistic
You donít know how bad I missed it
If it broke then donít fix it
Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit
Reminisce like Mary
I gotta pop that cherry
Kinda like that coochie
You wanna be my hoochie
Better than my advesary
Donít be so scary
I, never thought that you could act up
Make a nigga wanna back up
Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up
So we can slip and slide
Make you wanna dip and dive
Trippiní while we rip and ride
Til I get to the coming side
Got you where I want yo ass
In the case of an emergency, break the glass
Keep yo eyes on the President, erase the past
We be happy if we had more blunts to pass
Get done up and run up
And the guts of yo butt donít shake like they used to
I wake Ďem up like a rooster
Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster
No worry, no hurry
No pain, no gain
Keep yo eyes on strain
Cuz ainít a damn thing changed
Kick back, relax and take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea

[Repeat CHORUS TWO]

[Crowds]
Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Fat rabbit, fat rabbit
(repeat x4)

[Timbaland]
Wha, uh huh
Yea
Dirty South, can yíall really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me
Dirty South, can yíall really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me
Dirty South, (uh huh) can yíall really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast

Rock and a hard place††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

Hell yeah...
Itís an everyday struggle
Tryiní to get out, tryiní to get out, tryiní to make it
Check this out nigga, what

[Hook]
Iím stuck in between a rock and a hard place
Bad luck is what results from my paper chase
I keep lookiní but it ainít no doors
So I donít wanna look no moí, what
Iím stuck in between a rock and a hard place
Bad luck is what results from my paper chase
I keep lookiní but it ainít no doors
So I donít wanna look no moí, what

[Verse 1]
I need to get away to another day or place and time
And find where reality can ease my mind
And shine on me like the sun to the Earth
For what itís worth, my turf is rough and rugged so I gave birth
To a dream where cream lies between
All the dirt and the gravel so I battle to achieve my green
And still try to move forward at a steady pace
Cause bad luck is interferiní with my paper chase
So I erase the crime lies and sad cries
With sore eyes and keep mineís on an uprise
But it donít work cause Iím steady gettiní jerked
By my neighborhood, up to no good, where bad niggas lurk
They urk me, leaviní effects thatís too negative
So Ludacris is lookiní for a better place to live
And I canít stand it, itís really got me bugginí
Itís like Iím in a war and I just keep on tugginí
Cause Iím

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I try to find a way outta this maze, itís got me crazed
Iím in a daze, so many ways to boost into a different phase
But I canít thank, I canít do nothiní, you think Iím frontiní
You hear me gruntiní Lord, you ainít even sayiní nothiní
I need some currency before thereís an emergency
Forget crimes, I wonít let my mind get the best of me
Itís not goní happen, Iím trapped in two worlds
On one side I see diamonds, on the other I see pearls
Itís a whirlwind disaster with two damn sides
So Iím gone with the wind then come right back with the tide
I keep my eyes on the skies and my head in the clouds
And when my mouth is shut up, it makes my thoughts get loud
Just like a crowd in a stadium, bills I be craviní emí
Money makiní schemes locked up in my cranium
Cause I need outta this critical situation
My mindís in jail, I donít know the time that itís faciní
Cause Iím

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Iím sick of knockiní, Iím sick of clockiní
Iím sick of droppiní in a hole, never reachiní my goal
Itís got my soul separated into pieces, it just increases
Iím hit with anger like a cook is hit with hot greases
So if you understood my attitude
Maybe youíd feel what Iím feeliní
And itíd start appealiní
To ya intellect and aspect of dreams and aspirations
Deaf by temptations, even got my hart paciní
So Iím traciní a line where I can find a better path
And make it last, sit back and laugh before the aftermath
The tragic flaw is what makes it raw
So let it thaw and Iíll get through it even if I have to crawl
My way, I see the sun and thereís no delay
Iíma pray, cause the Lordíll make a brighter day
Or will he keep me in this holding cell
But enough with the questions, the only story to tell is that Iím

[Hook]

 

Roll out (my business)††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

Roll out!

(repeat 6x)
Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!

(Chorus - ďroll out!Ē in background)
I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you canít stop that
Twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you canít stop that

Now whereíd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Whereíd you get that matchin Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin through?
Man I ainít got nothin to prove, I paid my dues
Breakin the rules, I shake fools while Iím takin Ďem, whewwwww!
Tell me whoís your weed man, how do you smoke so good?
Youís 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 a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me

(Chorus)

Man, that car donít come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it?
Thatís eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes on your back, Ďcause you got money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin
The better Iím feelin, the more that Iím chillin

Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin
Now whoís that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coast 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 a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives
Now itís time to choose

(Chorus)

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 your main bitch?
You take a pick, while Iím rubbin the hips, touchin lips to the top of the dick
Now tell me whoís your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?
What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that CASE, what you got in that CASE?
Get up out my face, you couldnít relate, wait to take place at a similar pace
So shake, shake it

(Chorus) 1/2x

Get out my business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, ah
ĎCause these bitches all up in my shit and itís my business,
my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, Ďcause itís mine, oh mine
My business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass
ĎCause these bitches all up in my shit.......(fade)

 

Saturday (Oooh! Oooh!)†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

[Chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big olí ass, itís Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big olí ass, itís Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Grease donít 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 ainít clean
How you gonna ack like my neck donít bling?
Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen
but they donít never really wanna pop them thangs
Cane, cane sugar man Luda donít go
and I stop at a light, pull off so slow
but Iím out for the night, so pass that dro
So, daddy come home in a Cadillac brome, cadillac brome
Now donít 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Itís illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow, thatís my bud
Smoke Ďtil ya drop out, thatís my luck
Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, NIGGA WHAT?!
Act like I donít make cloud, how you gonna act like I donít get loud?
How you gonna act like I donít 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 donít know donít 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)
Donít 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 yíall would

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
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 ainít so, SUCK A DICK!
Act like I just do rap
How you gonna act like I just ainít strapped?
How you gonna act like I donít push lacs?
Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on BACK!
Ichy finger trigger, man, Luda donít squeeze
With a mac, with a glock Iíma make Ďem say please
In the back, on block so the cops they freeze
And Iím so high, I think I got a nose bleed, you gotta nose bleed?
Donít it smell so sweet?
In DECATUR, where they pack that heat
And ROB neighbors in the night creep, creep
Iíll see you LATER weíll be in them streets...

[Chorus: repeat 2x]

 

She said†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris ft. Fate Wilson

[Chorus: repeat 2x] 
She said she never done it, she said she never tried 
Sheís sittin there tellin a motherfuckin lie 

[Verse 1: Ludacris] 
She said she was a Christian and she grew up in the church (in the church) 
Would stay a Virgin if for better or for worse (or for worse) 
Had plenty friends and got offers all the time (all the time) 
Swore up and down she was just one of a kind (of a kind) 
She said sheís loved, but sheís never gotten pimped (gotten pimped) 
Not dominated couldnít imagine, never dream (never dream) 
And though she steady looking for the perfect man (perfect man) 
To buy a ring and take her motherfucking hand (man) 

[Chorus: repeat 2x] 

[Verse 2: Ludacris] 
She said her stuff was sacred, and her momma told her so (told her so) 
and that she went and got it pierced on the low (on the low) 
Can you believe sheís been waiting for so long?(for so long) 
to get a grade A certified shlong (certified shlong) 
She said her parents never let her out the house (out the house) 
Because they knew it was so dirty in the south (in the south) 
She hates to boast, and you know she hates to brag (hates to brag) 
but, man I gotta let her cut up out the bag (out the bag) 

[Chorus: repeat 2x] 

[Verse 3: Ludacris] 
She said she never tried to take it in the butt (in the butt) 
But, knew some ho down all around sluts (all around sluts) 
She even said she never licked another girl (another girl) 
and never had any chocolate, vanilla swirl (vanilla swirl) 
She said that ring up in her tongue was for show (was for show) 
and she would never be mistaken for a hoe (for a hoe) 
She telling lies over 20 years old (20 years old) 
I guess the game is to be sold, not told (Whoa!) 

[Chorus: repeat 2x] 

[Verse 4: Fate Wilson] 
She said she had a nigga who was only there for rent (there for rent) 
And wouldnít shake her booty for a red cent (red cent) 
She said she never fucked 3 niggas at a time (at a time) 
Til Lil Fate started fuckin with her mind (with her mind) 
She said she couldnít see how women turn tricks (turn tricks) 
And couldnít picture tryna suck a nigga dick (suck a dick) 
She had respect, and wouldnít do nothing wrong (nothing wrong) 
But, she the reason why we made this fuckin song (this song) 

[Chorus: repeat 4x] 

[Repeat Ďtil fade] 
Sheís said she never done it

 

Stop lyiní (skit)†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

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 itís 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 donít know I donít 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 donít know who all live there? 
Bitch this my house 
Mama, mama Iím 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 brotherís damn chain.. who the hell car is in my driveway
Oh hell no
Ah oooh noo

 

Southern hospitality††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

Uh, Cadillac grills Cadillac mills
Check out the oil on my Cadillac spills
Matter fact candy paint Cadillacís kill
So check out the hoís my Cadillac fills
20 inch wide 20 inch high
Oh donít 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 hoís
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 jimeís balls

Chorus:
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 donít 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

Chorus

Hit by stars hit by cars
Drunk of the liquor getting hit by bars
Keep your girl close cause sheís hit by far
Hit by the Neptuneís 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

Chorus 2x

(Nigga throw them bowls)
(Nigga throw them bowls)
(Nigga throw them bowls)
(Nigga throw them bowls)

Stick Ďem up†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris ft. U.G.K.

Yeah nigga got that Ludacris
Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click
And you know what Iím tired of?
Iím tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas
So if you see one you know what you do?

Chorus:
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 wouldnít wanna be em be em be em
(repeat)

(Pimp C)
Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour
For the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollars
Iím from Texas nigga it get hectic nigga
People depending on me I canít neglect it niggas
Cause the game is deeper than just working off the beeper
If the paper ainít 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 ainít the east or the west the Ďbama weed or the stress
Iím 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 stoí
Stayin throat on the Ďdro and keep that thang on the floí
Want my momey up front when we come for the show
Yíall can play wit ya paper but Iím dyin for mine
So while yíall buying them watches Iíma stay on the grind
Fuck Nigga

Chorus

(Ludacris)
Hallow laid hollow sprayed Iím the hollow man
I get to my fuckin point wit my hollow plan
Hollow bullets I pull it Iím about to live in vain
And then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain
Itís mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin gauge
Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fuckin stage
I feel a ghetto rage letís turn the ghetto page
My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs
And I got a ghetto aim with diamond Ďbezeled rangs
So while my index is working my pinkyís blinding thangs
I hit em at close range I spit em at most brains
You think you real rich nigga we gonna make some chump change
You think itís a fucking game you think itís a blood sport
You gasping for breath and Iím puffin on one of these Newports
And I see a red dot aimed at yo head
Then bright lights oh no po-po and guess what they said
They said

Chorus

(Bun-B)
Say nigga you think itís a joke?
Trill niggas be going for broke
Twist this whistle loc and them muthafuckin pistols smoke
And itís just a matter of time before you labeled a busta
I just the nigga that couldnít catch up and cut the mustard
Now I got confidence I donít need no condiments
All I need is common sense to see through your incompetence
Nigga keep your compliments they donít flatter me
And thatíll be the day bitch we donít play you know where the gatíll be
huh, right on the side of me (side of me)
Right where itís Ďposed to be (Ďposed to be)
Bitch niggas die for me (die for me)
Just for getting too close to me (close to me)
So kiss your rosery beads and sing a silent one cause
I promise if you get it itís gone be a violent one
Coroner catching his breath like heís got asthma
When they cut on the blue light and see all that fucking plasma
Millenium murda master nigga I ainít new to this
So when you see that Bun-B young pimp or that Ludacris
You just

Chorus

ATL the PAT UGK and DTP
(I wouldnít wanna be em be em be em)
Shawn Drey I twenty Ludacris and Fake Fees
(I wouldnít wanna be em be em be em)
Down South how we do it Pimp C and Bun-B
(I wouldnít wanna be em be em be em)
Roll trees ride Dís make cheese and shake fleas
(I wouldnít wanna be em be em be em)

U got a problem?†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

Yeah come see this nigga
come see this olí light-skinned mothafucka
I seen him and Iím addicted
he servin a piece of da click
please tell dis fake ass niggas who you are

[Ludacris]
I be dat nigga named Ludaí
Alert Alert itís the ATLlien intruder
College Park waterboy, spittin in ya cooler
I jam till they deaf, they call me Slick Dick Da Ruler
Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed
??? closed, 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 Iím sly
Why try, you one of dem niggaz that like to cheat death
and Iím one of dem niggaz that rip up Excursions
til there is no seats left
You shit out weed checks and fart out deep breaths
While we talk dirt till da bottom of yaíll ???

-Skit
Who, dat nigga Cris?
oh dat nigga is aight
Dat nigga canít fuck wit me thou
Let me get on da mic
Nigga, who da fuck called you nigga

[Ludacris]
I be dat nigga ???
Playaz wanna ball or go on strike cause of my ???
They think I want they bitches
But I donít want no pigeons
yet pigeons can scrub my dishes
And yaíll donít want no scrubs till yaíll pull out yaíll extensions
Yaíll in school detention thatíll neva come out
Man Iíll catch yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
Cause we da shit in the South, they know what Iím talkin bout
You see we Jack and we Daniels, yíall Earl and Ralph
For I swerl 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 Ludacris got dat 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
yaíll talkin bout shorty man
Shorty up at da radio station?
Shorty be poppin man?
Let the name be known
who yaíll talkin bout

[Ludacris]
I be dat nigga dat love a lover
Im askin if you think bout 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 from 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 ďSTOP GIRLĒ
I rock worlds with my 9 inch louieville slugga
still wonder why they call me lova lova
Self Explainatruim
Ass Valedictorian
I bring Ďem back to da future like a Ď85 Delorium
Da Luda drug emporium
On da counter prescription
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 leaf ha ha ha
C E O
D T P
Infamous 2-0
Fate Forsta
4-ize
Shondrez on da beat
Playa circle
???
College park
Virgo nigga, what wha
ahh ahh ahh....

Whatís ur fantasy††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris

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

Chorus:
Ludacris & Shawnna:
I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toe
And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor
I wanna I I you make you so I donít wanna leave
But I got to kn kn know whatís your fan fantasy
(2x)

Ludacris:
I wanna get in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line
when the dirty birds kick for
and if you like in the club we can do it
in the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP
whip cream with cherries, strawberries on top
lick it donít stop
with the doe lock
donít know while the boat rock ???
robots or they got to wait till the show stop
or how Ďbout on the beach with black sand
lick up your thighs and call me pac man
table top or just give me a lap dance
the rock to the park to the flat lands
that man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom
or back of a classroom
how ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon
see I cast Ďem and I past Ďem get a tight grip and I grasp Ďem
I flash Ďem and out last Ďem
and if ainít good then I trash Ďem while you stash Ďem
Iíll let Ďem free
and the tell me what they fantasy
like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend no to be mad at me

Chorus

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 Ďhead and scream you canít hold out
we cand do it in the pouring rain
running the train when itís hot or cold out
how Ďbout in the library on top of the books
but you canít be too loud
you wanna make a brother beg for it
give me TLC Ďcause 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 thang
whatís my name, whatís my name, whatís 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 the middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uh
eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet

Chorus

Ludacris:
I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
thatís the way you like to fuck fog up all alert
rip the pants and rip the shirt
ruff sex make it hurt
in the garden in the dirt
roll around Georgia ground thatís the way I like it twerk
legs jerk, over worked, under paid, donít be afraid
in the sun or in the shade
on the top of my esclade
baby your girl and my friends can trade
tag team off the rope on the ocean or in the boat, factories, or hundred spolks
what Ďbout in the candy stoe that chocolate chocolate make it melt
whips and chains handcuffs smake a little bootie up with my belt,
scream help play my game
dracula Iíll get my fangs horse back Iíll get my reigns
School teacher let me get my grades

Chorus (4x)

 

Whatís your fantasy (remix) Ludacris ft. Foxy Brown, Trina & Shawna

[Ludacris] 
Yeah (Remix) 
Yeah (Remix) 
Yeah (Remix) 
Yeah 
Give it to me now, give it to me now 
Give it to me now, give it to me now 

[Shawna] 
Yeah (Remix) 
Yeah (Remix) 
Yeah (Remix) 
Yeah 
Give it to me now, give it to me now 
Give it to me now 

[Ludacris] 
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 donít wanna leave 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know whatís your fan-ta-sy 

[Trina] 
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 uh-uh, you make it so good I donít wanna leave 
But you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know whatís your fantasies 

[Trina] (Ludacris) 
You know what I need 
Somebody that who can come li-li-lick the clit 
(Alright) 
And a nigga who ainít thinking Ďbout a Trina LP 
And Iíll make him go and get my shit 
We can go from a fly ass jetta to a Coupe De Ville 
Hotel tally ho or the Beverly Hill 
A real nigga not the run of the mill 
To come and spank me and make me shoot to kill 
From the kitchen then you can move me 
To the jaccuzzi and out the booty 
Come and do your duty 
Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie 
Butt naked in a bed of cash 
Make tough stuff stutter when I shake my ass 
Damn she back, I though she a thing of the past 
Cause Iím a bad bitch and Iím off the glass (Okay) 
Having sex in little jets menageítois 
Getting buck wild no matter where we are 
Indie 500 in the back of the car 
In a dark ass club on the back of a bar 
Never want, never ever wanna leave 
Work for me like league over seas 
I want a man to fulfill my needs 
To keep my body trembling and buckle my knees 

[Ludacris] 
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 donít wanna leave 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know whatís your fan-ta-sy 

[Shawna] 
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 uh-uh, you make it so good I donít wanna leave 
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know whatís your fan-ta-sy 

[Shawna] 
I wanna do in the canopy 
I wanna do it where your girl gon see and get mad at me 
I want a nigga thatíll grab the weave 
And turn my eyes Chinese 
Tell me baby can you handle me? 
I wanna do it all in your mouth 
Then Iíll pull the ass out 
Make you bounce till you pass out 
Or we can cut up in the grass 
And give the neighbors a flash 
Can you tell me who the bad motherfucker now? 
Said I wanna take-ta-take-take a nigga back to the crib 
And I wanna do, do all the things that I never did 
Like I up on the top-to-top-top of the projects getting head 
Or you can find me in a dro-drop-drop-drop on dubs in the candy red 
I like a nigga when he face down, mouth wide 
Polo down with them blades on the ride 
Give me a pound with the case on the side 
But itís okay Iím gon break something tonight 
Oh see get on your knees 
And Iíll show you whatís my fantasy 
Like up in the coupe, coupe 
Tell your bitch she ainít gotta be mad at me 

[Ludacris] 
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 donít wanna leave 
(Remix, remix) 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know whatís your fan-ta-sy 

[Foxy Brown] 
You gotta li li li lick me from my ass to my clit 
Then you gotta su-suck the pussy while I sit on your dick 
And I wanna talk some shit while I feel it get stiff 
And then ruba-dub on my tits while I nut on your lips nigga 

Iím a BK bitch, love to ride dick 
Ass in his face, cock spread out 
Nigga uptown, nigga down south 
Same olí shit, footís in his mouth 
F-O-X call me rough sex 
Especially when a bitch get right on the X 
Get it, right on X 
Fuck him, check right to the next 
Bitches go right, Fox right to the left 
Nigga canít fuck, burner on his chest 
36 Dís, Prada on the breats 
Baddest, send him home with na na on his breath 
What? How you think a bitch got my rep? 
3 Mills, still BK to the death 
Still donít give a fuck 
Still pose naked 
Still specialize on sittiní on niggas faces 
Pop magnumís by the cases 
X5 Benz still spend big faces 
Big frown, brown, hold first places 
You know what you can do nigga? 
You can li li li lick me from my ass to my clit 
And ruba-dub up on my tits while I nu-nut on your lips, fucka 

[Ludacris] 
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 donít wanna leave 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know whatís your fan-ta-sy 

[Shawna] 
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 donít wanna leave 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know whatís your fan-ta-sy 

[Ludacris] 
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 donít wanna leave 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know whatís your fan-ta-sy 

[Shawna] 
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 donít wanna leave 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know whatís your fan-ta-sy 

[Ludacris] 
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 donít wanna leave 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know whatís your fan-ta-sy 

[Trina] 
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 uh-uh, you make it so good I donít wanna leave 
But you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know whatís your fantasies

 

Word of Mouf (Freestyle)†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Ludacris ft. 4-Ize

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 scratchínísniff 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 itís bad for ya health
See I ainít gotta say SHIT! Money speaks for itself
With all models I make Iím +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 itís 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 Ďem on camera and cut two frames
With some gasoline drawers Iíll be goin to hell
Ludacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of jail!
I got junkyard dawgs, Iím rowdier than Rod Piper
And my babyís assed out, cause I rub my cars with her diapers
So you can pray for now if you sinned in the past
ďWord of MoufĒ time to wipe that silly grin off yoí ass

[4-Ize]
These rap cats is soft like R&B singers
Itís 4-Ize, Iíve worked for wings and chicken fingers
I reps moí parts so Chi-Town could get seen
Iím a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean
I rip meanface niggaz one by one
or two by two, Iíll take Ďem however they come
Instead of a gun, Iíll pull out a stick from woodworkin
The black Hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkin
Creepin, Iím 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
Iím Soopafly like Snuka, I smack hoes
The black rose with the dozen attack flows
I rock Shaqís clothes when I alter beast
Power up, get big, itís Disturbiní Tha Peace

{*ad libs to end*}