Lyrics:
say this is Ludacris
But Taio Cruz, tell her how you feel
Now listen to me, baby (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Before I love and leave you (oh, oh, oh, oh)
were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't
say this is Ludacris
But Taio Cruz, tell her how you feel
Now listen to me, baby (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Before I love and leave you (oh, oh, oh, oh)
problems I see
All these problems I see
All these problems I see
All of these problems I see
All these problems in me
Bitch you know you got problems
Bro you
a problem, yeah, I got a problem
They say I got a problem
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
Get it by all on, seen me
How would you want some
Makin' some
And then my voice got raspy
'Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes was dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil'
And then my voice got raspy
'Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes was dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil'
shot, who got put on lock
Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business
You, somebody
might use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out! Blow it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me
, you cool
I don't got no problem with Roze
Your chain on, I had in middle school though
My nigga it's a little rusty
Put some nail polish on that
the low-low
I'm fixin' to cut a nigga from the So So
I heard you cut a nigga from the DTP, you got DDT
From College Park to the DEC
See we be sittin' on low
not your average every day type of n
I'm anti-shy I satisfy like a Snicker
Kick you in the right spot hit
You with my best shot
Six o'clock meet me by
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
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
dimes
By 7:30 He Shot me 3 times
Nigga thought I was dieng
But he ain't get a dime
I just got a half you want half bitch it's Mine
I been then
Bomb ass pussy
Bomb, oh, you got that bomb, know you got it
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass pussy
Bomb, I know you got that bomb, bomb pussy
got a problem)
Problem (Like we got a problem)
Time ain't on my hands for you (Hands for you)
And that's a problem (And that's your problem)
Look
a bitch who's bad, got an itchy cat? Why don't you think you should holler at Nick?
I bury that shit in a sarcophagus
I marry a bitch if she swallow it
Can
decision
Is to never say no (no), You got me strung like a guitar,
Playing the sweetest melody, is definitely heavenly by far (far)
Further than the moon,
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
(You don't know me)
I know you don't even give a damn about me
You could benefit by thinking before you speak
'Cause we don't want no problem
Do we got
this... Come back wit it, ha ha ha ha, nasty Ludacris on the track with it, got enough ammo to blow you out of proportion and put a mutha****a on his back
in circles
Did I do that or was it Mystikal and Urkel?
On to 7 AK 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in
in this world
And this really got me losing my cool
What would you'd do if you were in my situation
And they getting every one you love
You
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