Ludacris Lyrics

Money Maker

2008-06-16T08:45:00.000-07:00

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" Money Maker " - Ludacris Lyrics

" Release Therapy " Album (2004)

(feat. Pharrell)

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you don't hear
She...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 1:]
Shake shake shake your money maker
Like you were shaking it for some paper
Took your mama 9 months to make ya
Might as well shake what ya mama gave ya

You ... you looking good in them jeans
I bet you look even better with me in between
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But yous a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind
I got * on my right side pouring some cups
My whole hood is to my left and they ain't giving a f**k

So feel free to get lose and get carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you was saying today
But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get
And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat
The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet
And how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet..

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you don't hear
She...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 2:]
Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and..
Switch it till you running right out of breath and..
Take a break until you ready again and..
You can invite over as many friends as..
Ya want to, but I really want you
Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you something to bump to...HEYY
Luda...I'm at the top of my game
You want my hands from the bottom to the top of your brain
And I...just wanna take a lil ride on your curves
And get erotic giving your body just what it deserves and..

Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis
Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius...YUPP
Call me the renaissance man
Get up and I stay harder than a cinder block mannn....HEYY
I'm just a bedroom gangster
And I been meaning to tell ya that I really must thank ya when ya..

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you don't hear
She...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 3:]
Rock rock rock it and make it work girl
Please don't stop it until it hurt girl
You..you been looking a little tipsy
So if you could just shake it a little this way
See ima member of the BBC
The original bread winna of DTP
And you the center of attention thats distracting this war
Cuz everybody in the camp is like OH MY GODD..she could

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you don't hear
She...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

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Get Back

2008-06-15T07:39:00.000-07:00

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" Get Back " - Ludacris Lyrics

" The Red Light District " Album (2004)

[Intro]
Heads up! Heads up!
Here's another one!
And a - and another one
OOHHHHHHHH!!!

[Chorus]
Yeek yeek woop woop!! why you all in my ear?!
Talking a whole bunch of shit
That I ain't trying to hear!
Get back muhf**ker! You don't know me like that!
(Get back muhf**ker!! You don't know me like that!!)
Yeek yeek woop woop!! I ain't playing around!
Make one false move I'll take ya down
Get back muhf**ker! You don't know me like that!
(Get back muhf**ker!! You don't know me like that!!)

[Verse]
WHOO!! S-s-so c'mon c'mon
DON'T ... get swung on, swung on
It's the knick knack paddywhack, still ride in Cadillacs
Family off the street! made my homies put the baggies back
Still stacking plaques! (yep!) still action packed! (yep!)
And dough!! I keep it flipping like acrobats!
That's why I pack a mac, that'll crack 'em back
Cause on my waist there's more Heat than the Shaq Attack
But I ain't speaking about ballin, ballin
Just thinking about brawlin till y'all start bawlin
We all in together now, birds of a feather now
Just bought a plane so we changing the weather now
So put your brakes on, caps put your capes on
Or knock off your block, get dropped and have your face flown
Cause I'll prove it! scratch off the music!
Like hey little stupid! don't make me lose it!!

[Chorus]

[Bridge - repeat 4x]
I came (I came) I saw (I saw)
I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (in the jaw)

[Verse]
See I caught 'em wit a right hook, caught 'em wit a jab
Caught 'em wit an uppercut, kicked 'em in his ass
Sent him on his way cause I ain't for that talk!
No trips to the county, I ain't for that walk!
We split like two pins at the end of a lane
We'll knock out your spotlight and put an end to your vain
Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo chain
Then put the booty of a Swisha at the end of a flame

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
HEY! You want what wit me?!
I'm a tell you one time, don't F**K wit me!
GET DOWN! Cause I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you!
You want what wit me?!
I'm a tell you one time, don't F**K wit me!
GET DOWN! Cause I ain't got nothing to lose
And I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you!

[Verse]
Man! Cause I don't wanna do that
I want to have a good time and enjoy my Jack
Sit back and watch the women get drunk as hell
So I can wake up in the morning wit a story to tell
I know it's been a lil while since I been out the house!
But now I'm here, you wanna stand around running your mouth?!
I can't hear nothing you saying or spitting, so wassup!
Can't you see we in the club?! Man shut the f**k up!!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Ah! We in the Red Light District!!
Ah! We in the Red Light District!!
WHOO!! We in the Red Light District!!
Ah! We in the Red Light District!!
WHOO!! We in the Red Light District!!
WHOO!! The Red Light District!!
WHOO!! The Red Light District!!
Ah, we in The Red Light District

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Blow It Out

2008-06-14T01:55:00.000-07:00

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" Blow It Out " - Ludacris Lyrics

" Chicken and Beer " Album (2003)

[Ludacris]
AOWWWW!
I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started
Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
In one year I got rich, now life's movin so fast
But bein broke with no food is just a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all prayin that I flop? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip clean
All these rappers wanna know what I'm gettin for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
See in just six months I infiltrated the system
If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed him
Niggaz hate givin me props cause I might use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out! BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

[Ludacris]
It's time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If you ever think of stoppin me - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
Next year I'm lookin in to buyin green by a mall{?}
You probably own a lot of property! BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic balls
Plus his money keeps flowin like Niagara Falls
We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws
I'm 'bout to go on vacation - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a curve
You mad cause I'm a THIEF and got away with words
I'ma start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves
Pepsi's the New Generation - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
My black people show me love when I'm up on the block
And Latinos always waitin for my CD's to drop
White people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you f**kin rock!"
Yo' fans are my fans, right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are softer than ice cream
Yo' scans are my scans, right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
Now Luda's throwin up A's, and I'm lightin up L's
Around the globe gettin paid, you home bitin yo' nails
DTP, the only label that practice fightin ourselves
We probably gettin on your nerves, huh? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
I been eatin and gettin FAT while y'all dyin of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's puttin up McDonald's numbers
You over 6 million served, huh? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

[Chorus]

BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
WHOO!

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Roll Out

2008-06-13T02:31:00.000-07:00

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" Roll Out " - Ludacris Lyrics

" Word of Mouf " Album (2001)

Roll out!

[repeat 6x]
Roll out! roll out! roll out! roll out!

[chorus - "roll out!" in background]
I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that matchin benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin through?
Man i ain't got nothin to prove, i paid my dues
Breakin the rules, i shake fools while i'm takin 'em, whewwwww!
Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good?
You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?
What in the world is in that bag, what you got in that bag?
A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me

[chorus]
Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the f**k did you get it?
That's eighty-thousand bucks gone, where in the f**k did you spend it?
You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin
The better i'm feelin, the more that i'm chillin
Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin
Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coast meals?
Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels
What in the world is in that room, what you got in that room?
A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives
Now it's time to choose

[chorus]
Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while i'm rubbin the hips, touchin lips to the top of the d**k
Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?
What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that case, what you got in that case?
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to take place at a similar pace
So shake, shake it

[(chorus) 1/2x]
Get out my business, my biznass
Stay the f**k up out my biznass, ah
'cause these bitches all up in my shit and it's my business,
My biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, 'cause it's mine, oh mine
My business, my biznass
Stay the f**k up out my biznass
'cause these bitches all up in my shit.......[fade]

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Southern Hospitality

2008-06-12T04:26:00.000-07:00

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" Southern Hospitality " - Ludacris Lyrics

" Back for The First Time " Album (2000)

Verse 1

Ah
Cadillac grills
Cadillac bills
Check out the oil
My Cadillac spills
Matter of fact
Candy Paint
Cadillac kills
So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills
20 inch wide
20 inch high
Hold on to my 20 inch ride
20 inch thighs make 20 inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass clothes
Pretty ass toes
Oh how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass high class anything goes
Catch them in the club throwing pretty ass bows
Long John draws
Long John stalls
Any stank puss
Makes my long John Pause
Women on the cell making long John Calls
And if they like to juggle get long John’s balls

Chorus
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggas with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Nigga hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Nigga hold them hoes)

Verse 2
Dirty south mind blown
Dirty south bread
Cat fish fired up dity south fish
Sleeping in a cockpick dirty south bed
Dirty south girls
Give me dirty south head
Hand me down flip flops
Hand me down socks
Hand me down drug dealers
Hand me down rocks
Hand me down a fiftty pack
Switch a sweet box
And goodfella rich nigga hand me down stocks
Mouth full of platinum
Mouth full of gold
40 glock cal
Keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth
You could find your mouth cold
And rip out your tongue cause
What your mouth told
Sweat for the lemonade
Sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce
Sweat from the bleed
You could sweat from a burn in a third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep
Then you sweat from me

Chorus
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)

Verse 3
Hit by stars
Hit by cars
Drunk off the liquor
Getting hit by bars
Keep your gun close
Cause she hit by far
Hit by the neptunes
Hit by guitars
Afro picks
Afro chicks
I let my soul blow
From my afro dick
Grab it out the hat
Pulling afro tricks
Afro America
Afro d**k
Overall country
Overall cheese
Overall doja
We overall clean
Southern hospitality
Or overall mean
Overall triple
Overall beans
Thugged out niggas
Wearing thugged out chains
Thugged out blocks
Playing thugged out games
All black tinted up
Thugged out range
BTP stay doing thugged out things

Chorus
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggas with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)

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Area Codes

2008-06-11T05:21:00.000-07:00

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" Area Codes " - Ludacris Lyrics

Non Album Ludacris Songs

[nate dogg]

Chorus
I've got hoes (i've got hoes)
In different area codes (area) area codes (codes)
Hoes (hoes...hoes) in different area codes (area) area codes (codes)

[ludacris]
Now you thought i was just 7-7-0, and 4-0-4?
I'm worldwide, biiitch act like ya'll know
It's the abominable-hoe man
Glob-trot international postman
Neighbor-dick dope man
7-1-8's, 2-0-2's i send small cities and states
Iou's, 9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5, i'll jump off
The g4, we can meet outside
So control your hormones and keep your drawers on
'till i close the door and i'm jumpin your bones,
3-1-2's, 3-1-3's (oh), 2-1-5's, 8-0 tree's (oh)
Read your horoscope and eat some horderves
Ten on pump one, these hoes is self serve, 7-5-7,
4-1-0's, my cell phone just overloads

Chorus

[ludacris]
Now everyday is a hoe-ly day, so stop the violence
And put the 4-4 away, skeet shoot a hoe today, 5-0-4,
9-7-2's 7-1 tree, watcha gunna do? you checkin' out the
Scene, i'm checkin' a hot tonite with perpendicular,
Vehicular homicide 3-1-4, 2-0-1 (hey)
Too much green, too much fun
I bang cock in bangkok, can't stop, i turn and hit
The same spot, think not, i'm the thriller in manilla
In hong kong, pimp 'em like boshop, magic, don juan
Man after a henny and a coke and a smile, i just pick
Up the muthaf**kin phone and dial, i got my condums
In a big ass sack, i'm slangin this d**k like a new jack (biatch)

[nate dogg]
Is it cuz they like my gangsta walk? (gangsta walk)
Is it cuz they like my gangsta talk? (gangsta talk...ohh)
Is it cuz they like my handsome face? (handsome face)
Is it cuz they like my gangsta ways? (gangsta ways...ohh)
Whatever it is, they love it, and they just won't let me be
I handles my biz, don't rush me (area) just relax and let me be
Free (codes)
Whenever i call (i call), come runnin' 2-1-2 or 2-1-3, you know
That i ball (i ball), stop frontin' ot i'll call my substitute freak (hoes)

Chorus

[ludacris]
Uh, 9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4, shout out to the 2-0-6, everbody in the 8-0-8
Ha-ah, 2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-4, 3-1-7, 2-1-4's and the 2-1-8's, 3-3-4, 2-0-5, i
See ya, uh-uh, 3-1-8, 6-0-1's, 2-0 tree, 8-0-4, 4-0-2, 3-0-1, 9-0-4, 4-0-7,
8-5-0, 7-0-8, 5-0-2, hoes in different area codes, know that southern
Hoes-pitality, northern exhoes-ure, ha-ha, hoe ridin' on the west coast
Ya understand what i'm sayin? uh-uh, hoe-cus pocus, you the dopest
Uh, hoes to the right, hoes to the left, five hoes this time
Whoo!!!! hoe-no!!! (**laughin**)
The hip-hop hoeoller-coaster, that's what we on right now
Ha-ha, no need to get all hoes-tile
Yeeeeaaaahhhh!!!!!
Whoo!!!! def jam southern baby, distubing the peace
Dazaphy-zy, uncle face, ludacris, uh, hoes....(**whistlin**)
I'm sweatin like a muthaf.....

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Warning

2008-06-10T06:16:00.000-07:00

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" Warning " - Ludacris Lyrics

" Release Therapy " Album (2006)

[Intro]
Warning! This album contains Ludacris material
Parental discretion is advised
So kids cover your eyes and close your eyes
Otherwise you're about to witness HISTORY
The thoughts and views expressed on THIS album
are a direction reflection of the new generation
So without further ADIEUX
I bring to YOU, that nigga named Luda

[Ludacris]
HEY! I be that nigga named LUDA give a round of applause
They say I'm up to no good, I'll say I'm down for the cause
Down for whatever goes down, I'm strapped down to my drawers
So if you up for some stitches then I'm down for some scars
Down to make 'em GET DOWN, stop playin and pause
There's two things I'll never break and that's my word and my balls
So here's a temporary fix for your permanent flaws
This album helps you to RELEASE cause life is irkin us all
Enough to make you wanna break shit, no longer will I take shit
From ANY of these clowns cause I'm TIRED of this fake shit
I'm ready for some action, ready with a passion
Like pots with the steam I'm ready to get it crackin
It's six years and countin if you think I'm a joke
Me gettin served is like Bill Gates and Oprah goin broke
It's 'bout time they gave it to me, I'm the reignin champ
Your favorite rapper went to Ludacris' trainin camp
Beotch!

[Outro]
Yeah shawty! (That's right)
On the real I feel you on that
Man I'm tired of all these fake-ass niggaz homes
(Hell yeah shawty) Ay ay, this your boy Lil' Black
Representin that zone-trey you feel me
All these niggaz ay, I told y'all hoes that I'm the man
I told y'all homey nigga just need to get to the money man
Stop f**kin with homes man, feel me?

I JUST WANNA KNOW WHAT HE SAID ABOUT OPRAH!
DON'T NOBODY TALK BAD ABOUT OPRAH!
YOU JUST LOST A FAN

Man Joe, I'ma tell you what the bid'ness is
You f**kin with a true player, true and recognized, ya dig?
Y'all already know the demo, Scary Larry sweet big-ass punks
If you ain't f**kin with my guy, What is yo' life about?
Kick rocks, SKEEZER please!

Yo , man Chris can kiss my ass
He remember me, I was at the club right there with him
He he coulda got me in
I mean I went to Benjamin Banneker high school with him
I knew him before all the fame
That's how you gonna do your people man?
That's how you gonna do your folk?

Yup! Tch man I used to cook for this nigga
See he done come over to my house the other day
Talkin 'bout, he don't eat beef and he don't eat pork
And my homegirl was over there and she was like
"Girl he look so tall on TV!"
I said, "Girl I told you he was short"
Maaaaaaan, I don't give a damn
I looooove that nigga!

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Number One Spot

2008-06-09T06:09:00.000-07:00

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" Number One Spot " - Ludacris Lyrics

" The Red Light District " Album (2004)

[Ludacris - imitating Austin Powers]
Yeahhhh baby, heh heh, yeahh!

[Ludacris]
Back again (that's right) Luda! Ha ha ha ha (Feel this)
It gets meaner and meaner each time baby
Feelin real good too (holla at 'em man) What up Uncle 'Face! (Yeah)
I'm a bull in this industry man (tell 'em)
Some would rather run down and get one cow (nah)
I think I'd rather walk down and get 'em all
You know what I'm talkin 'bout right? Look

[Verse 1]
I'm never goin nowhere so don't try me
My music sticks in fans veins like an IV
Flows poison like Ivy, oh they grimy
Already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign me
Respected highly, HIIII MR. O'REILLY
Hope all is well, kiss the plantiff and the wifey
Drove through the window, the industry super sized me
Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me
I'm on the rise, so many people despise me
Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!)
It's a celebration and everyone should invite me
Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!)
Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me
My whole aura's so MEAN in my white tee
Nobody light-skinded reppin harder since Ice-T
You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me!

[Chorus]
Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)
Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)
But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)
Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)
Keep it goin it won't stop! (What you doin man?)
I'm comin for that number one spot!

[Verse 2]
Yes indeed, Ludacris I'm hotter than Nevada
Ready to break the steerin column on yo' Impala
If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla
In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha
Father, father, and hey I love gold
But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold
Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold
Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled
A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake
Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake
I crush mics until my hand breaks
Then shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straight
The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy
I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+
Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar
Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Causin lyrical disasters, it's the master
Make music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat Bastards
These women tryin yo get me out my Pelle Pelle
They strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!"
Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin like Flo-Jo
Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo
Ladies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girls
Ludacris sent down to take over the whole world!

[Chorus]

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Southern Fried Intro

2008-06-05T11:54:00.000-07:00

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" Southern Fried Intro " - Ludacris Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sistas to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing together
So come on now and get up to it yall

[Verse 1]
The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the line's around the corner
Cuz the little motherf**ker has the dopest shows
So one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be gettin' that cake
Two times for my dawgs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south
Then we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal
[Boom boom] cuz they cant get what I gots
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' rappers in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin' outta time
And I'm about to make 'em choke
Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
Let's get arrested for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon)

Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in these skreets, know what I'm sayin'?
While he on tv, I'm in these skreets
And then my broad, my kid walkin' around singin' it
Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level though
I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O' National
I got my own record label, you heard of us
The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real
Who this nigga thing he is?

[Verse 2]
I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times
I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And it's pimpin' in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way wanna baller block
Little do they know that I'm callin' shots
And I'm not to be f**ked with
If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck d**k
I tried to tell 'em, but they dont wanna listen
I tried to shine 'em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin'
And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools
Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules
Hear what I'm sayin' or heard what I said
Hear what they playin', cuz thru this music I'ma still be heard if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, cuz I'm hurtin' these beats
I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace
C'mon

Yeah, folk
The King of the kings has spoken
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block
We bouta let our nuts hang!
Disturbin' Tha Peace!
We dont die, we multiply
We makin Def Jam history
Thanks for gettin' the CD shawty!

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Coming 2 America

2008-06-02T10:24:00.000-07:00

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" Coming 2 America " - Ludacris Lyrics

" BWord of Mouf " Album (2001)

The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit

Yeah motherf**kers! welcome to the united states of america.
Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses.
Hailin from the filthy, dirty south, where the kings lay.
Ludacris; disturbin' tha peace family. recognize royalty
When you hear it. the throne has been taken, so kiss this
Nigga's earring. luda throw some grapes on these bitches!

[ludacris]
These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn!
They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty;
What i'm 'sposed to do? it's such a sweet thang
Work that track, whip 'em 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 straight to jail
With no probation or bail, but this ain't monopoly
It's jolly green giants cause we smoke so much broccoli
Uh-oh, spaghetti-o's! luda's oodles of noodles
And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles
My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline
It's ludacris - i pack more nuts than delta airlines
I'm fly, even when i get high i work cash
And even got my coats bumped up to first class
I'm boss to all employees - and i'm here to teach the principle
Cause i've been saved by mo' bells than lark vorhees

Man f**k that nigga 'cris man, for real man. i'm tired of
This shit man. man i try to rap for the nigga, i try to get
A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit. man for real.
Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga;
Man that nigga garbage. man i got talent too, the nigga ain't
Hearin me. man iii-iiiis this shit on? 'cris, c'mon 'cris.
'cris, f'real man. f**k you nigga, man f??k you!

[ludacris]
F**k you too! what you wanna do, scrawny nigga
But i got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos
Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit
I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique
You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos
And comin up shorter than five danny devitos
I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than fritos
With five strippers, four wives and three amigos
I go scuba divin in bays at montego
I find gold links and snatch 'em like i'm deebo
But i'm the light-skinteted version of mandingo
I've seen more beatles and jagged edges than ringo
I used to run numbers in line they caled me bingo
Cause i'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle
Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled
And i stay with more bullets than yo' billboard singles

Ho that is just too much! you just gotta give applause
He is definitely all f'real - yaseei'msayin? ha ha i be
F**kin with him all the time, yahhmean? i'm sayin, i used
To just (?) now home come through he want filters a purple,
He want quarters a purple now. i want y'all to trip with it
Man, i woulda sold him a coupe (?) we coulda played with,
Yaseewhati'msayin?

[ludacris]
Yeah, can i get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack
See piece of the bigger trap look at that god be rollin on that
Where they kick it at? and a lot of people just don't know
Shady park you heard just don't go
Quick to flip the bird up po'-po'
Makin the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!
Gotta hit 'em with a reload, i gotta put 'em with the people
I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go?
Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak
Tons of fun with guns
F**k all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that
Who knows, who goes there? motherf**kers it's poppa bear
Stop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare
Come on, fire! and you know i can't stop 'til i re-tire!
Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin on vogue tires!
Right down the avenue, passin you rapidly stackin
In the back of the cadillac and packin emergency action
Camera, light lights, throwin a punch and then fight fight
Packin a lunch and then bite bite, a-t-l stay tight tight

I'm just tryin to save ya shorty. i'ma let you know
It's real down heah. when you ride down that two-eighty-five,
And you go past kincaid, get ready to go past that cambleton road
Fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave; cause dat where dem
Real niggaz at. i ain't lyin when you in decatur and you flossin
Down clintwood, cambleton road or (?) boulder to shave!
Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. when you're goin down that
Ol' nat hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you get
To the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz at!
Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to georgia nigga.

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Phat Rabbit

2008-06-02T05:00:00.000-07:00

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" Phat Rabbit " - Ludacris Lyrics

" Back for The First Time " Album (2000)

Ludacris
I be that nigga named Ludi
a k a L-O-V-A L-O-V-A
F**k that shit
Nigga what you wan say one time
Southside let's ride (say what)
And if you love what you do, do what you feel
Then I know you gonna mark my words
Yall drop shit like birds
Then it's about the time for yo ass to get served
Just lay it on down
Just lay it on down
While we relax to the tight raps
And the phat tracks
That that nigga Timbaland put down
Oh yes, let's get it on down to the nitty grit
Don't have no time for the patient
Cuz I got more d**k than a lil' bit
And time flies, when I'm havin' fun
I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just "run baby run"
I guess that they can't handle this
Brothers just to scandalous
If you don't wanna get freaked
then get out my way like an ambulance (say what)
Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the fake
And tell you boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hate
Kick back relax, and just take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea

(Chorus 1)
Timbaland (Crowds)-
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That-that rabbit (ohhh, c'mon)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That-that fat rabbit (uh oh)

Ludacris
Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack
Showin' them where that love's at
So open up your eyes and get a surprise like in CrackerJacks
Punan' Don happy
Givin' up that nappy dug out
Get the cut up, then I cut out
Why you standin there wit yo' butt out (whoo)
And it's always in the back of my mind
Wherever the place, whenever the time
Even in College Park, after dark, I'ma get my sunshine
Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in ya
Beginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner
And let dinner be served
Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder
and put so much light in yo' life I'll make the roaches scatter
The wetta the betta, I'm ready to get ya
Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar
So I can freak ya like I just met ya
Hot like a sauna, get comfy like in a Cadillac
Nick nack paddy wack give a dog a bone Jack
Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea

(Chorus 2)
Timbaland (Crowds)-
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that rabbit, girl (ohhh, c'mon)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh)

Yo' love is supa-cala-fragalistic
You don't know how bad I missed it
If it broke then don't fix it
Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit
Reminisce like Mary
I gotta pop that cherry
Kinda like that coochie
You wanna be my hoochie
Better than my advesary
Don't be so scary
I, never thought that you could act up
Make a nigga wanna back up
Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up
So we can slip and slide
Make you wanna dip and dive
Trippin' while we rip and ride
Til I get to the coming side
Got you where I want yo ass
In the case of an emergency, break the glass
Keep yo eyes on the President, erase the past
We be happy if we had more blunts to pass
Get done up and run up
And the guts of yo butt don't shake like they used to
I wake ‘em up like a rooster
Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster
No worry, no hurry
No pain, no gain
Keep yo eyes on strain
Cuz ain't a damn thing changed
Kick back, relax and take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea

(Chorus 2)

Crowds
Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Fat rabbit, fat rabbit
(repeat x4)

Timbaland
Wha, uh huh
Yea
Dirty South, can y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me
Dirty South, can y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me
Dirty South, (uh huh) can y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast

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Act a Fool

2008-06-01T05:40:00.000-07:00

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" Act A Fool " - Ludacris Lyrics

" Non Album Lyrics

[Intro]
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
OHH! I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!

[Chorus]
AHH, you just came home from doin a bid
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 1]
Talkin about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 9-1-1, PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece, we gon split ya wigs
See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries
You about to catch a cold, STAY THE F**K AROUND FROM ME
Ya peeps talkin 'bout what kinda shits he on
You disappear like "POOF, BITCH BE GONE"
You think twelve gon catch me, GIMMIE A BREAK
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go FRONT, BACK AND SIDE TO SIDE, WHAT

[Chorus]
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 2]
Let's take it to the streets cuz I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the GRILLE
TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL
It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
and when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a F**KIN BIRD
And the fools, we gon CLOCK ONE and we'll POP ONE
Cuz my folk ridin shotgun with a shotgun

[Chorus]
You just got hustled for a wire of cash
Man whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them gulls up the block still runnin they mouth
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If anyone talk bad about the Dirty South
Tell me what I'M gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 3]
I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is TIPSY
Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty
Rollin through East Pernium, on way to Ben Heel
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin and we startin SHIT
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire cuz we stomped you out
and yeah, we blow trees and bees, that's fantastic
So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like lil John Cue and get a +Change of Heart+
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'M ABOUT TO BLOW THIS WHOLE SHIT UP TO SMITHEREENS

[Chorus]
The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
MAN, THAT AIN'T STICKY, THAT'S JUST STICKS AND STEAMS
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Outro]
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL

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