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now they hollering behind her back
Sing!

[Ludacris]
Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand
Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo
now they hollering behind her back
Sing!

[Ludacris]
Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand
Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo
Yeah, what, you!

Uh huh! c'mon!

Yeah, yeah, what?

Nasty Nas, Virgo

Uh-huh

Ludacris, Virgo

Uh uh uh

Doug Fresh
As we go, something like this
livin' or die
Who on this track fuckin' with me, y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's inside
Motherfucka

Hook

Ludacris
But after we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together
because now you gots to ride out - bitch!

[Ludacris]
Oh 'Cris, can you - do it again,
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread
So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch!

I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOL
We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels
No holds barred
Yes in deed yes in deed out this mothafucka
Back with the right foot steppin' in first
And the left foot steppin' in after
I go by the divine
the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men

At nine, I was into crime,
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread
now, yo, we gonna up you on how we just chill

Dial the seven digits, call up Bridgette
Her man's a midget; plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it
Here's
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
Dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis, dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis

Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me
[Ludacris]
Oh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots 
When nobody said life was going to be easy 
And we
a day
Girl, what I heard the bitch was married to Tim, 
and started fuckin? with Trina
Well I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey
I
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread
A.K.A. Baby Flex
You bein' charged wit home invasion and hoe slaughter
For fuckin' another nigga's bitch

Listen close to what I say, dog, it might hurt ya
A Ludacris Buddhist, boo this when I do this
So true to this, perpetrators view this
Style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical
Three the hard way, boy you need
Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's inside
Motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what I'm saying, the vet,
[Intro: Lil' Flip]
Yeeah.. this is pimpin at its finest man
Ha ha ha ha, yeeah, let it bang
I go by the name Lil' Flipper, man
You know Mr. Like
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,
So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch!

I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOL
We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels
No holds barred