Some South Shit
Ruff Ryders, Ludacris, Yung Wun
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[Ludacris] Hell yeah, A-town, LUDA Ahh, whoo! She said she was a stripper but she wanted to rhyme And if I gave her a deal she make her legs stretch back to her spine I told her hit the treadmill, 'til she run out of time And in the eve no doubt, she was blowin my mind I'm from the A-town, put 'em through a GA course 'Cause "it's all in the game" like EA Sports From scams and money grams, there's unions that want to wire me "You think you know but really don't" - put it in your "Diary" I'm quick to knock 'em out, they comin in three spurts I do like Spielberg and see that yo' +DreamWorks+ My weed is all lavender, my drink is blue My gat'll, +Poke-a-Man+, it's the Pikachu Luda give 'em new perm, now they hair is wet And they don't want to get on top, cause they scared of heights So if you Wonderwoman BITCH I'm the Wondermack pro So shut up and gimme that Thundercat HOOOO [Chorus: x 2] When you fuckin with Ryders, in the "are" we trust If you make a false move then these things gon' bust And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes We don't trust these hooooes [Fiend] She said she won't, take it off unless there's money involved I told why'all hold the stack and give hundred a call I referred to when you pissy drunk, blunted and all Tellin me she humpin harder than why'aaaall Got got - three niggaz just diggin these balls And all three really won't see why'all Outside, in the burgandy Bird Ruff Rydin puffin the herb, discussin the curb She said she from B.K. And I did it "my way, all day" like B.K., no more need say So Fiend playa, you know I'm busy countin some cash Then bouncin up on some ass Better yet, think I'm on some extendable hash You really want to fall in ya glass She chose me, pimp nigga like we chose to be rich Double-are then stole ya bitch [Chorus] [Yung Wun] Hah, I say you better move now for a week in Montana Then slick 'em without drinks for I drink in Colorado This chick yesterday said she leavin tomorrow I'm tryin to f*ck her mouth tonight cause she leavin tomorrow The only thing she act stupid's bout my lady at home Lie to my lady at home, got my baby at home Man, I was on some shit like 'Kiss, is we "Fuckin' or What?" If you don't want to get a room, we can f*ck in the truck We can cut to a bitch, but don't piss me off You don't mean that to me shorty, I'll piss in your mouth I'm a violent - boy, whylin boy Playa hater close your legs, I want no lip girl [Chorus]
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Written by: JAMES ANNISTON, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN BRIDGES, KASSEEM DEAN
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