Lyrics:
still a thug get bump
From slow pokin' to locomotion, hittin' bunnies, for threesomes getcha buddy
When I'm feelin' scummy I love to cut, 10-4
Thick
in more laps than
Conscious what we're drinking, faded 'till the world end
Never see me blinking, unless I'm on your girlfriend
Ludacris, I've been
by the heat but,eh, we'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya,
So Cater coroner, I'll show up to yo funeral wit some gators like I'm fresh outta Florida,
book said
In the last days get ready for the ten plagues
1st the rivers will be ran with red
2, 3, and 4 dead frogs will cause lice and flies
Sick
Is your reflection in the lake or the sky
Ooohhhh, ooooohhhhhh (x2)
Deflecting distraction that lays sweet by my side,
But I'll close the door
scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free (here I go)
[C-Murder]
Wake up, roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25 I'm still
Ludacris
Im lovin the way your legs go so far back
Your one of them flexible girls
I figure you daddy always said you were one of the best in this world
But
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
the fight
against terrorists brought up by our worlds invite
By murder, plunder destruction
Rape, framing the 1st world in a furious hype!
USA, where
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
Valentino and Cheri Dennis + (Ludacris ab-libbing)]
Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights
No stress and no strife
I'm high off living
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
What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
I (I), I (I), I (I), I (I)
OK, come on, what
[Ludacris & Pastor Troy]
What (what), what
One, here's what you do
Now my name's Ludacris but please, meet my crew
Two, say, there's no time to play
Bring a box of Magnums and get blown away,
One, here's what you do
Now my name's Ludacris but please, meet my crew
Two, say, there's no time to play
Bring a box of Magnums and get blown away,
GXP ten years ago and still ain't sold it yak
Gave Jit some work about a month ago, he still ain't sold it yet
Movin' round, lil' bitch, Ludacris, I
your ass if he don't get paid
Nigga beggin' for a credit, he's knocking out teeth
Clocking much dollars on the 1st and 15th
Big wad of money, nothing
California CA
His Uzi up your ass if he don't get paid
Nigga beggin' for a credit, he's knocking out teeth
Clocking much dollars on the 1st and 15th
Big
[Chorus x2]
[Ludacris]
Yo, gotta get that monkey off my BACK.. sir
I'm smokin dro and choppin O's up in my 'LLAC.. sir
Where the fuck you at when them
still starving and looking for meals
And heads up! Ludacris is almost out of his deal
I'm over ten million sold, every album is crack
And for now I
Around the clock with nobody else
S-E-X-X-Y
There she is
Standing on the bed
Cookie in one hand, wig on her head
S-E-X-X-Y
S-E-X-X-Y
X because
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
rich like me
[Chorus: x2]
I can't hold my tongue (I'm a tell it like it is)
This biz ain't all fun (I'm a tell it like it is)
Give it to you,
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
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