Lyrics:
bitch, Ludacris, bitch, move
Yeah
Shoutout H-Town, payin' Michael Jordan for the blue
Fuck the breakdown, sellin' whole thangs by the twos
Play with me,
man, I woulda sold him a Coupe (?) we coulda played with,
yaseewhatI'msayin?
[Ludacris]
Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga
show are not available
Because it's sold out
Tickets for the second show are not available
You got it right sold out
And tickets for the third and final
a way to go
I sold my soul for a ticket out of the war
A ticket out of the war
Oh, won’t you let me out
I sold my soul for a ticket out of the war
out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold
Clear then I shot the globe
I clock
Ay, yo' check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga)
$hort Dog (ay, tell them
Ay, yo' check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga)
$hort Dog (ay, tell them
The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit
Yeah, motherfuckers, welcome to the United States of America
Time to roll out
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up
[Ludacris]
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If
freaking don't care scamming so far idlely
Searching for out sold ticket
Asking I'm damn goin' give it
Shutting the fuck now back it
I'm ready goin' give
dropped off
Like Aaron Hall, "Don't Be Afraid" bitch, call the cops off
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Now you can either check yo' ego at the do'
this person so I
Was like this is the
One person I know so I can go and let
Out everything that I feel about
Every single bogus weekly
Cover, every skit
the music industry man.
Ludacris and field mob,
Mouth to mic resuscitation.
Lets go.
can you handle it?
Eight away, bang in the back with the woofer
business and devised a plan
Made a CD then he hit the block
Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone, uh, three years later
Stepped out
business and devised a plan
Made a CD then he hit the block
Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone, uh, three years later
Stepped out
I wanna put some cool shit at the front
You nah mean?
Like a lil skit
(Something simple though)
Take something from a movie or some shit
(Nah I
back if I could/talking under the stood but it's over I stood N***...
(old Folks Skit)
Nose in the air sniff a Bad B***/last gift a new rover she sold
I ain't Wayne but I wonder if I'm wrong
Will I ever get them singing along
Will I produce those top 10 songs
Will I ever do them sold out arenas
Will
Robbed so many niggas I got a ticket on my head
All my niggas T.T.G. they Trained To Go shawty
Kick a door shawty
Lay down on da floor shawty
Trained
got sold out dates
(sold out)
(sold out)
Pump ya breaks
Middle finger to the Jakes
(Middle finger to the Jakes)
Pump ya breaks
We in different states
by the people i followed i had around
I wasn't producing gold
My music it never sold
How i felt was never relevant
I just go with the flow
Now we,
'ready to go'
Man this girl must get pimped away I'm ready too hoe
I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe
Freaking in the kitchen
'ready to go'
Man this girl must get pimped away I'm ready too hoe
I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe
Freaking in the kitchen
You know I really get it, go ask around the city
Hook up all them chickens, girl don't ask me 'bout no tickets
Just ride, just ride, just ride, just
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