Lyrics:
little chain you got there (I know, I know)
[Luda:] Um... I was having a couple problems here because
I was lookin' over my contract and I seem to be
Ludacris (MC Medallian) whispers: Man, I can't belive this.. Whole family bout
To get kiced out on the strets. I ain't got no money, God. Man its
got sacks to sell
Since I was young I broke bones usin sticks and stones
Puttin bruises on you losers lames leave me alone
I'll be servin it for
got sacks to sell
Since I was young I broke bones usin sticks and stones
Puttin bruises on you losers lames leave me alone
I'll be servin it for
got sacks to sell
Since I was young I broke bones usin sticks and stones
Puttin bruises on you losers lames leave me alone
I'll be servin it for
Yeah nigga got that Ludacris
Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click
And you know what i'm tired of?
I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing
real; aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord, please
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
[Small World (Ludacris): x4]
Uh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow
(Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something and you think
to vote by saying the
Lesser of two evils is still a choice
Well maybe or maybe not
Niggas rhyming like they got 80 Glocks
You home watching I Love the 80's
real, aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord,
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
I love bad bitches that's my
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
I love bad bitches that's my
Hey, before I eat an MC I say my grace
Leave you dead without a trace
Got a problem with me, Say it to my face
(to my face) to my face
(to my face)
Iron, Man - Robert Downey
You know I got that Iron, Man - Robert Downey
Oh no! We got a problem, guys
Nati done lost his mind, you're watching a monster
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
[Chorus: x2]
I hate it when it's too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
And take the necessary steps to try to change my life
I got some questions for you Lord cause my mentality's hood
So why is everything that's bad for me
[Little Kid:]
Daddy is that your car on TV?
[Ludacris:]
You better believe it is baby. Now go in the other room.
It's about to be some
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
trophies
But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.
Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,
Can ease the pain.
Drinkin' all my problems away
But still prayin'
Chorus:
I hate it when it's too many niggas
Not enough hoes
Too many rookies
Not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all
But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip off through the hideout with Twist'
But
standin' in the way
You don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these problems
You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these
.jpg/204px-Ludacris_2008_(cropped).jpg "Ludacris")
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