Lyrics:
Mi na boyz wangu wa mtaa yah
Si hu freestyle palipo cash yah
Rusha dice na hizo madoo zitoke saisai
Toka teke hao masanse wakifika
Wakizidi rudia
Mi
and the mandem was like just 14 (Bullet bow)
Had the city at our feet
Singing freestyle I'm killing it on any beat
I can't lie I like gyaly on me
But most of all I
ma nigga, we be chilling
Smoking, doing freestyles
Uh
Fly land
That's the gang
RIP to juice
The good die young
If you looking for the truth
Know
Said I don't freestyle for the free
Bitch pay me uh yeah
Said I don't freestyle for the free
Bitch pay me uh yeah
I been tryna get away get away
We goin' be
Partying with girls
With the squeeze tight jeans
It's an Eastside thing
Weekend scene
Ain't got a lot of money
But the freestyles free
But I just freestyle there ain’t no blue print
Dribble and shoot like Kyrie
If you wanna be like Rawza and use my flow better run that by me
But it’s
Oh
Oh
Oh
Wake up in the morning with something on my mind
Getting behind the wheel, gonna take it for a drive
Going free lane, going freestyle beats
I'm 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 I'm
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
Causin examinin, paralyze
Although they choose to itemize lives
[Chorus x2]
[Freestyle of Arsonists]
Continue infiltration by
freestyle pour les 30 millions
Si t'as pas trop l'mental
Grand on t'savatera pour 30 millions
J'suis ici bas un résistant, ni pute à clic
Ni hésitant
J'suis
cause out
So I hold this flow luxurious
Like the watch on my wrist how we do this shit
Living your life is so ludacris
Got the area codes and Imma do this
sweet from the
Thighs to the cheek
Sex on the beach
Check the size of my meat
Call me the butcher
Ludacris King Ding-a-Ling
Sheet smusher
Sweet
jaded by the Grammy's on the mantelpiece
Just switch your camera lenses, you would see the agony
Apparently it's damaging the man you see before you
a millionaires fantasy
With phantoms and Ferrari's in the driveway
But you see I came and exchanged of a sane man's sanity,
Your vision jaded by the Grammy's
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
a couple books by Donald Goins
Bout the business of this shit, how to flip a few coins
Before the age of eighteen, I was destined to make it
My bank account
underwear, silly"
But I was turned off by her tupper-ware titties
(Fake bitches, break bitches, make bitches
Kick rocks, when they fucked up in they face
From the power bestowed upon me
By the third coast
Deep in the trenches of Atlanta
Where they learned most
You never heard before flows
This extra
on 285, on 285 [x2]
[Ludacris:]
I come equipped with 2 straps on my lap move back 45 tucked by my side
Sip a little bit of this, sip that drink up I'm so
and keep mines on the uprise
But it don't work cause I'm steady getting jerked
By my neighborhood up to no good where bad niggas lurk
The urk me leaving
This
Could be something big!
[Ludacris]
Luda! Don't change the station,
I've been impatiently waiting,
Pacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.
Yes, sir this is Ludacris
In a recite to you an original poem
Written by my man 2Pac Shakur
Entitled in the depths of solitude
And it goes with
the chair and then I break out the kush
I hope she like banana, 'cause I got that Fruit by the Foot
Now, she say she love me, well, I love her when
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