Lyrics:
[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
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread
They be talking that nonsense it's Ludacris
Bout hit all of these threes like I'm vujacic
Bout to come through get all this money they getting real
B-I-G up on the east shore
West coast lore
Curls and the glasses you know who to look for
Ludacris, I'm looting this and back down by my new axes
I pop
niggas
Cause by design they want us behind prison lines lil nigga
I'm tryna find a better way to lead the blind
Hopefully they see the signs before they
own fucking mind, yes
I could turn Jenny from the block into J-lo
Just tell her meet me at the London, something like J. Cole
She just want a hundred by
[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
Picture us rollin’
Being Frank by the ocean
I got that magic potion
Baby come get your promotion girl
I can get your nails done
I can get your hair
YEAH! Ludacris in this muthafucka
What up Talib disturbing tha Peace Godamnit
We just getting started
Mixtape style it goes like this, look here:
on
[Ludacris]
Look here!
Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word
But on my path to see the light sometimes my vision gets blurred
It's all a part
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"
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
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,
[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
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
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
Run that s
Who said something bout some gangstas? (ahh)
Who said something bout some gangstas?
Whoo Kidd said something bout some gangstas
Ludacris
Chris whole click Ludacris
Disturbing the peace when we move in
We ain't never had no peace why I blast that B tell em move to the left
Nigga ima man by
ludacris what is this potion
We stay floatin head in clouds man this strain is potent
Let's roll up ill gut the rillos you just keep on rolling
This weed we
Mixin the potion, moving slow motion
I cannot feel a thing, really been missing you bro
Thinking bout times we Was kids what went wrong
Only way I
pros
Shippin' ass in by the boatloads
Not many people can see the cheese
Better run they g's
Ludacris and the Pimp MC's, JE
[JE]
To all of y'all
Big Kap
Ay yo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz,
Chyna Whyte
Ludacris nigga
$hort Dogg
(Ay tell them
.jpg/204px-Ludacris_2008_(cropped).jpg "Ludacris")
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