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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
Click, click Click, click Yeah Click, click DTP nigga! [Infamous 2-0] I started with ten mack tens And ten clips and ten pens Got ten times richer in the span of ten years Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men [Fate Wilson] At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs [Ludacris] Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks Watching eight flicks You's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lips I figure eight when my mind goes in circles DID I DO THAT or was it Mystikal and Urkel? [Infamous 2-0] On to 7 Ak 47, so what? I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck Then put seven in your chest seven days a week And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep [Chorus] It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4 3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door These DTP niggas come ready for war So don't start the fucking game If you won't settle the score [Fate Wilson] I got six hoes distributing on six blocks It's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing Six gun shots left One pint of Vodka before this pimp will hit It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket [Ludacris] Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus Then smack you so hard that you have to come with 2Pacalypse Five stars, twenty rims, five cars I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars [Infamous 2-0] I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floor For you niggas talkin' shit I'm fixin' to show you what for I did four months in the bing instead of a hearst Now it's DTP for life, dog for better or worse [Fate Wilson] I fuck three best friends Ran on all three the same game In these streets I'm a murderer I got three alias names I'm three times insane Three shots will cave your brain On 3 fire and ready, cock back and aim [Chorus] It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4 3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door These DTP niggas come ready for war So don't start the fucking game If you won't settle the score [Ludacris] I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunition But at Friday the 13th What's up now superstition? I'm a two timer with a couple of twins Double jeopardy With a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz [Fate Wilson] I got one motto get dough till your gone I got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoes I'm numero uno with one more before I go If you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow [Infamous 2-0] And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me Because I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys 0-6 is my clique along with PC Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Shondrez [Ludacris] It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1 Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1 Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4 3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door These DTP niggas come ready for war So don't start the fucking game If you won't settle the score |
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from 2 Fast 2 Furious (분노의 질주 2) by David Arnold [ost] (2003)
Crawl 2 Fast Crawl 2 furious im to fast for ya (man) Crawl 2 Fast Crawl 2 Furious im to fast for ya man You just came home from doin' a bid Tell me what u gonna do Act a fool Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib Boy, whatchya gonna do? Act a fool Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes Tell me whatchya gunna do? act a fool now dem cops trying to throu u in da county blues boy, watchay gonna do? Act a fool Talkin' bout traps, cops, and robbers It's 911 please call a doctor! Evacuate the building and trick the pigs Since everybody wanna piece of me, we gonna split ya wigs See some fool slipped up and over stepped his boundaries You about to catch a cold? Stay the fuck around me Your peeps talkin' bout wat kinda shit he on You disappear like poof, Bitch be gone You think they gonna catch me? Gimme a break I'm supercharged with a hide-away license plate It seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years They'll only get one finger while I'm shiftin' gears I got suade on my roof, wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on the rug, only grainin' the stash Hydrolics all around me, so i shake the ride We go front, back, and side to side Some boy just tripped up and made ya spill your drink Tell me watchya gonna do- Act a fool Now your car just stopped on an empty tank Boy, watchya gonna do? Act a fool If you got late bills and you lost your job Tell me whatchyour gonna do- Act a fool If your about to get drunk and you ready to mob Boy, watchya gonna do? Act a fool Lets take it to the streets cause I'm ready to c |
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from Justin Bieber - All Around The World [single] (2012)
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh Hey beautiful you’re beautiful You should know it You’re beautiful you’re beautiful You should know it I think it’s time i think it’s time to show you You’re beautiful beautiful Oh o oh Baby we can do it where you at where you at Why you walking so shy Hold me babe hold me babe You’re the only one and i like that Like that so dj bring it bring it bring it back Like that It’s all around the world People want to be loved yeah all around the world They’re no different then us All around the world People want to be loved oh oh oh All around the world They’re no different then us oh oh oh All around the world All around the world Hey crazy girl crazy girl you should know it You’re crazy girl crazy girl think you control it Light it up light it up Like it’s supposed it You crazy girl ye yeah Baby we can do it where you at where you at Why you walking so shy Hold me babe hold me babe lyricsalls blogspot com You’re the only one and i like that Like that so dj bring it bring it bring it back like that All around the world People want to be loved yeah all around the world They’re no different then us no All around the world People want to be loved oh oh oh all around the world They’re no different then us oh oh oh All around the world Once again Dynamic duos are back Jb luda I love everything about you You’re imperfectly perfect Everyone’s itching for beauty But they’re just scratching the surface Lost time is never found Could the dj please reverse it In life you pay for change Let’s make it second worth it Anything could work if worth it You deserve it don’t give in Cause they may win some battles But love wins in the end You Like the sun The stars reflecting light Around you All around the world People want to be loved yeah all around the world They’re no different then us no All around the world People want to be loved all around the world They’re no different then us All around the world People want to be loved All around the world They’re no different then us All around the world |
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from Rush Hour 2 (러시 아워 2) by Lalo Schifrin [ost] (2001)
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) Now you thought I was just somethin' somethin' no In 4-0-4, I'm worldwide GET, act like y'all don't know It's the abominabol-hoe man Globe-trot international post man Neighbor-dick dope man 7-1-8s, 2-0-2's I send small cities and states I-O-U'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 'Til I close the door and I'm jumping 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 Now everyday is a hol-i-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, whatcha gon' do? You checkin up the scene, I'm checkin a hoe tonight With perpendicular, vehicular homicide 3-1-4, 2-0-1 (hey) Too much green, too much fun (hey) I bang cock in Bangkok Can't stop, I turn and hit the same spot Think not, I'm the thriller in Manilla Schlong in Hong Kong Pimp 'em like Bishop, Magic, Don Juan Man after Henny with a coke and a smile I just pick up the motherfuckin' phone and dial I got my condoms in a big ass sack I'm slangin' this dick like a New Jack (biatch) 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 lik |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
I've got hoes
I've got hoes in different area codes area codes hoes hoes hoes in different area codes area codes Now you thought I was just 7 7 0 And 4 0 4 I'm worldwide bitch act like yall don't know It's the abominabol O man Globe trot international post man Neighbor dick dope man 7 1 8's 2 0 2's I send small cities and states I O U's 9 0 1 matter fact 3 0 5 I'll jump off the d 4 we can meet outside So control your hormones and keep your drawers on 'Til I close the door and I'm jumping your bone 3 1 2 3 1 3 2 1 5 8 0 3 Read your horoscope and eat some hor derves Ten I pump one these hoes is self serve 7 5 7 4 1 0 my cell phone says overload I've got hoes I've got hoes in different area codes area codes hoes hoes hoes in different area codes area codes Now everyday is a holiday So stop the violence and put the 4 4 away keeps you to hold today 5 0 4 9 7 2 7 1 3 whatcha gon do You checkin up the scene I'm checkin a ho tonight With perpendicular vehicular homicide 3 1 4 2 0 1 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 thrilla in Manilla Schlong in Hong Kong Pimp em like vision magic Don Juan Man after Henny with a coke and a smile I just pick up the muthafuckin phone and dial I got my condoms in a big ass sack I'm slaggin this dick like a New Jack biatch Is it cuz they like my gangsta walk Is it cuz they like my gangsta talk Is it cuz they like my handsome face Is it cuz they like my gangsta ways Whatever it is they love it And they just won't let me be I handle my biz don't rush me Just relax and let me be free Whenever I call come running 2 1 2 or 2 1 3 You know that I ball stop frontin 'For I call on something to free I've got hoes I've got hoes in different area codes area codes hoes hoes hoes in different area codes area codes 9 1 6 4 1 5 7 0 4 Shout out to the 2 0 6 Everybody in the 8 0 8 2 1 6 7 0 2 4 1 4 3 1 7 2 1 4 2 8 1 3 3 4 2 0 5 I see ya 3 1 8 6 0 1 2 0 3 8 0 4 4 0 2 3 0 1 9 0 4 4 0 7 8 5 0 7 8 0 5 0 2 And different area codes |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
[Intro]
Awww yeah, welcome back to "Battle of the Sexes Radio" where it is 12:45 in the A.M. and Disturbing Tha Peace is our in-studio guest Our hotline is lit the fuck up with people with relationship issues Caller #1, you're on the air Yeah man, y'all tell me if I'm crazy cause this girl in here trippin Y'knowmsayin? I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? So how can I break this down to her? Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation? [Ludacris] Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin sex Don't ever assume nothin, a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! Whatever happened to..?" (Exactly, that's just what she need to hear) [Interlude] You damn right playa, aight thank you for callin man Next caller Yeah I hear you but let's talk about the fake-ass brothers with the 24's but can't pay the note on they lease And my nigga with his iced-out chain but I can't get him to pay his damn child support That's why we makin mo' money, ownin our own property and ride just as nice So now, I guess if we want to, we can bail y'all too now, huh? Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one? [Shawnna] Uhh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin the fifths and drinkin the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D.T.P. stay in the zone like we on PCP Chrome on the SS, Shawnna blow there recently Y'all niggaz ain't on my level, I do it so hood Pineapple and Belve', we feelin so good Lightning is so wood, I get my own stack That's why I leave him 200 and never call back (That's right Shawnna, pussy rule the world!) [Interlude] Yes it does, next caller what's up? Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! All friends callin at 3:30 in the mornin Marcus don't wanna talk about no numbers Marcus wanna talk about that ass, and I ain't havin it! Y'all got somebody to talk to these women? Cause they need to be TAUGHT! I-20 you better talk to 'em! [I-20] Yo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone But you don't you show up to my crib with your period on This is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin? Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? I run the streets, and you trippin I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin my part, yeah (Preach my brother, preach! I hope you women out there heard that!) [Outro] And you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening But that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, alright? (c'mon baby) Check us same time, same place tomorrow "Battle of the Sexes Radio" signing off Good niiiiight |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
[Intro]
Awww yeah, welcome back to "Battle of the Sexes Radio" where it is 12:45 in the A.M. and Disturbing Tha Peace is our in-studio guest Our hotline is lit the fuck up with people with relationship issues Caller #1, you're on the air Yeah man, y'all tell me if I'm crazy cause this girl in here trippin Y'knowmsayin? I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? So how can I break this down to her? Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation? [Ludacris] Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin sex Don't ever assume nothin, a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! Whatever happened to..?" (Exactly, that's just what she need to hear) [Interlude] You damn right playa, aight thank you for callin man Next caller Yeah I hear you but let's talk about the fake-ass brothers with the 24's but can't pay the note on they lease And my nigga with his iced-out chain but I can't get him to pay his damn child support That's why we makin mo' money, ownin our own property and ride just as nice So now, I guess if we want to, we can bail y'all too now, huh? Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one? [Shawnna] Uhh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin the fifths and drinkin the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D.T.P. stay in the zone like we on PCP Chrome on the SS, Shawnna blow there recently Y'all niggaz ain't on my level, I do it so hood Pineapple and Belve', we feelin so good Lightning is so wood, I get my own stack That's why I leave him 200 and never call back (That's right Shawnna, pussy rule the world!) [Interlude] Yes it does, next caller what's up? Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! All friends callin at 3:30 in the mornin Marcus don't wanna talk about no numbers Marcus wanna talk about that ass, and I ain't havin it! Y'all got somebody to talk to these women? Cause they need to be TAUGHT! I-20 you better talk to 'em! [I-20] Yo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone But you don't you show up to my crib with your period on This is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin? Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? I run the streets, and you trippin I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin my part, yeah (Preach my brother, preach! I hope you women out there heard that!) [Outro] And you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening But that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, alright? (c'mon baby) Check us same time, same place tomorrow "Battle of the Sexes Radio" signing off Good niiiiight |
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from Justin Bieber - Baby [single] (2010)
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care Just shout whenever and I'll be there You want my love you want my heart And we will never ever ever be apart Are we an item Girl quit playing We're just friends what are you saying So there's another one look right in my eyes My firdt love broke my heart for the first time And I was like baby baby baby nooo Oh like baby baby baby no like baby baby baby Oh I thought you'd always be mine Mine baby baby baby Oh like baby baby baby no like baby baby baby Oh I thought you'd always be mine For you I would have done whatever And I just can't believe we ain't together And I gotta play it cool 'cause I'm losing you I'll buy you anything I'll buy you anyring I'm in pieces baby fix me And just shake me till you wake me from this bad dream I'm going down down down down And I can't believe my first love won't be around And I was like baby baby baby Oh like baby baby baby no like baby baby baby Oh I thought you'd always be mine Mine baby baby baby Oh like baby baby baby no like baby baby baby Oh I thought you'd always be mine baby baby baby Oh like baby baby baby no like baby baby baby Oh I thought you'd always be mine Mine baby baby baby Oh like baby baby baby no like baby baby baby Oh I thought you'd always be mine I'm gone Now I'm on gone Now I'm on gone Now I'm on gone I'm gone |
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from Justin Bieber - My Worlds (2010)
You know you love me
I know you care Just shout whenever And I'll be there You want my love You want my heart And we would never ever ever be apart Are we an item Girl quit playin' We're just friends What are you sayin' Said there's another as you look right in my eyes My first love broke my heart for the first time And I was like Baby baby baby ooh Like Baby baby baby noo Like Baby baby baby ohh I thought you'd always be mine Baby baby baby ohh Like Baby baby baby noo Like Baby baby baby ohh I thought you'd always be mine Oh oh For you I would have done whatever And I just can't believe we ain't together And I wanna play it cool But I'm losin' you I'll buy you anything I'll buy you any ring I'm in pieces Baby fix me And just shake me till you wake me from this bad dream I'm goin down down down down And I just can't believe my first love won't be around And I'm like Baby baby baby ohh Like Baby baby baby noo Like Baby baby baby ohh I thought you'd always be mine Baby baby baby ohh Like Baby baby baby noo Like Baby baby baby ohh I thought you'd always be mine When I was 13 I had my first love There was nobody compared to my baby And nobody came between us no one could ever come above She had me going crazy oh I was star struck She woke me up daily don't need no Starbucks She made my heart pound I skip a beat when I see her in the street And at school on the playground but I really wanna see her on the weekend She knows she got me dazing cuz she was so amazing And now my heart is breaking but I just keep on saying Baby baby baby ohh Like Baby baby baby noo Like Baby baby baby ohh I thought you'd always be mine Baby baby baby ohhh Like Baby baby baby noo Like Baby baby baby ohh I though you'd always be mine I'm gone Yeahh yeah yeah Yeahh yeahhh Now I'm all gone Yeahh yeah yeah Yeahh yeahhh Now I'm all gone Yeahh yeah yeah Yeahh yeahhh Now I'm all gone gone gone gone I'm gone |
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from Justin Bieber - My World 2.0 (2010)
Featuring: Ludacris
You know you love me, I know you care Just shout whenever, and I'll be there You are my love, you are my heart And we will never, ever, ever be apart Are we an item? Girl, quit playin' "We're just friends," what are you sayin'? Said "there's another," and looked right in my eyes My first love broke my heart for the first time And I was like baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine For you, I would have done whatever And I just can't believe we're here together And I wanna play it cool, but I'm losin' you I'll buy you anything, I'll buy you any ring And I'm in pieces, baby fix me And just shake me 'til you wake me from this bad dream I'm goin' down, down, down, down And I just can't believe my first love won't be around And I'm like baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine When I was 13, I had my first love There was nobody that compared to my baby And nobody came between us who could ever come above She had me going crazy, oh I was starstruck She woke me up daily, don't need no Starbucks She made my heart pound I skip a beat when I see her in the street And at school on the playground But I really wanna see her on a weekend She know she got me dazin' 'cause she was so amazin' And now my heart is breakin' but I just keep on sayin' Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine I'm all gone (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Now I'm all gone (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Now I'm all gone (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Now I'm all gone, gone, gone, gone I'm gone |
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from Justin Bieber - Baby [single] (2010)
(Ohh wooaahhh) x3
You know you love me I know you care Just shout whenever, And I'll be there You want my love You want my heart And we would never, ever, ever be apart Are we an item? Girl quit playin' We're just friends, What are you sayin? Said there's another as you look right in my eyes My first love, broke my heart for the first time And I was like Baby, baby, baby ooh Like Baby, baby, baby noo Like Baby, baby, baby ohh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) Baby, baby, baby ohh Like Baby, baby, baby noo Like Baby, baby, baby ohh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) Oh oh For you, I would have done whatever And I just can't believe we ain't together And I wanna play it cool But I'm losin' you I'll buy you anything I'll buy you any ring Cause I'm in pieces Baby fix me And just shake me till you wake me from this bad dream I'm goin down, down, down, down And I just can't believe my first love won't be around And I'm like Baby, baby, baby ohh Like Baby, baby, baby noo Like Baby, baby, baby ohh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) Baby, baby, baby ohh Like Baby, baby, baby noo Like Baby, baby, baby ohh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) (Luda) When I was 13, I had my first love There was nobody compared to my baby And nobody came between us, no one could ever come above She had me going crazy, oh I was star-struck, She woke me up daily, don't need no Starbucks She made my heart pound, I skip a beat when I see her in the street And at school on the playground but I really wanna see her on the weekend She knows she got me dazing cuz she was so amazing And now my heart is breaking but I just keep on saying Baby, baby, baby ohh Like Baby, baby, baby noo Like Baby, baby, baby ohh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) Baby, baby, baby ohhh Like Baby, baby, baby, noo Like Baby, baby, baby ohh I though you'd always be mine (mine) I'm gone Yeahh, yeah, yeah Yeahh, yeahhh Now I'm all gone Yeahh, yeah, yeah Yeahh, yeahhh Now I'm all gone Yeahh, yeah, yeah Yeahh, yeahhh Now I'm all gone, gone, gone, gone I'm gone |
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from Justin Bieber - My Worlds - The Collection (2010)
Featuring: Ludacris
You know you love me, I know you care Just shout whenever, and I'll be there You are my love, you are my heart And we will never, ever, ever be apart Are we an item? Girl, quit playin' "We're just friends," what are you sayin'? Said "there's another," and looked right in my eyes My first love broke my heart for the first time And I was like baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine For you, I would have done whatever And I just can't believe we're here together And I wanna play it cool, but I'm losin' you I'll buy you anything, I'll buy you any ring And I'm in pieces, baby fix me And just shake me 'til you wake me from this bad dream I'm goin' down, down, down, down And I just can't believe my first love won't be around And I'm like baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine When I was 13, I had my first love There was nobody that compared to my baby And nobody came between us who could ever come above She had me going crazy, oh I was starstruck She woke me up daily, don't need no Starbucks She made my heart pound I skip a beat when I see her in the street And at school on the playground But I really wanna see her on a weekend She know she got me dazin' 'cause she was so amazin' And now my heart is breakin' but I just keep on sayin' Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine Baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine I'm all gone (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Now I'm all gone (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Now I'm all gone (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Now I'm all gone, gone, gone, gone I'm gone |
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| from Ludacris - Back to the First Time (2011) | |||||
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| from 9th Wonder - Death Of A Pop Star (2010) | |||||
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| from Playaz Circle - Supply & Demand (2007) | |||||
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| from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003) | |||||
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris
Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor .. it's goin down [DTP] Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo' Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South 'Cris (yeah) you ready? [Ludacris] Oh it's my turn? Aiight.. I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?) She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg lock (ohh) She said she like the way I stick and make the bed rock or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock, and it's on So stop the sweatin like a wristband And get some balance like a bike without the kickstand I think I changed the definition of a hit man Cuz I could really give a fuck about that bitch man, c'mon! We puttin holes in your residence And lose anybody for the right president We thugged out street niggaz with intelligence So all that bullshit you yappin is irrelevant Oh yeah, I represent the Dirty Southside I'm a dentist makin women open they mouth wide You be in jail still runnin it on the outside Thank not then won't ya open up ya mouth riiiight, but who cares? [Chorus: repeat 2X] I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh [Verse 2] Comin to Shady Park is like a peep show It's some respectable ladies and there some freak hoes I know killers that go to church up in they street clothes You'll end up missin more than Shaq when shootin free throws They packin and bout to open up the dope spot My neighborhood is stoppin cars like a roadblock They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin boat rock And catchin ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never happen And meanwhile I been thinkin man Niggaz been slangin tapes like they slangin 'caine Cuz in the hood its gettin ugly like orangutang So if you tryin to stop the hustle get the dangalang Okay, we tryin to make our own White House Paint it black and start yellin our fuckin pipes out You try to tackle some players and you'll get psyched out They can't fuck with us niggaz you think they dyked out, so don't play [Chorus] [Verse 3] Disturbin The Peace, we do that funky shit Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey clique See Dre'll throw on them shades, and make that funky shit And keep y'all women away if they got funky clit Understand, we got that dough and it get rolled up You pay the price and still we got the block sold up Aint nothin nice a full house don't make you fold up You full of heist and try to jet and I'm like - hold up, god damn - I need to say it on a megaphone And tell your sister get the fuck up off the telephone These fools is tickin me off like fifty metronome I'm takin all of ya money just call me Pebbletone! Alright? I got the pistol and the safe key You betta tell your bitch to follow you to safety How dare you wanna be heroes and chase me It's Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why? [Chorus] Funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit uh Do that funky shit uh Do that funky shit |
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| from Ludacris - Act A Fool [single] (2005) | |||||
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| from Ludacris - Ludacris Presents...Disturbing Tha Peace (2005) | |||||
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (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 lean 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 fuckin 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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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
Yeah, uhh Think I'ma try somethin that I ain't I ain't never did before on this one Let's go Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher (let's get higher) Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire (it's that fire) Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher (let's get higher) Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire (it's that fire) Got a little bit of blueberry yum, yum And I never woulda thought that it could taste this gooooooooood Thank God for the man who put it in my hooooooood It's got me singin melodies I never thought I woooooould I'm feelin sorry for the homies who be smokin woooooood Chop chop, break it down for a player like ye ye ye ye.. I'm 'bout to find me a woman and skeet skeet skeet skeet.. I'ma keep smokin 'til I reach my peak peak peak peak.. Or 'til I'm stuck and my body feels weak weak weak weak.. Headed down to the Dungeon, wonderin, if they got some mooooore And if they don't then I'ma haveta, settle fa, some 'droooooo But it just ain't cool cause right on after, I'ma have-ta go And continue on my mission fishin for the yum yum but I'm movin slowwww Yes fire fire got me so tired, I'ma stop drop and rollllllll Put a wet towel under the doooooooooooor Don't pass it I can't take it no moooooooooooore Somebody take a trip down to the stoooooooore Hurry please, cause I need some snacks snacks snacks snacks.. And how long will it take it to get back back back back..? Yes indeed, I'm a little off track track track track.. Off this weed, and I'm full of that 'gnac 'gnac 'gnac 'gnac.. Get on in that stankin Lincoln, crank it up, and riiide And it ain't enough room to fit the, other chicks, insiiiide I'm so hungry with the munchies I'ma eat eveyrthing, in siiight Me and my blueberries together and everything's, alriiiiight Get the propane, roll dem thangs, and let's blow dis place uuuuuuuup You already know what'suuuuuuuuuuuup I mighta had to pay some extra buuuuuuuucks But I really don't give a fuuuuuuuuuuck Cause a brother feels great great great great.. But I'm barely awake wake wake wake.. Off hit that I shake shake shake shake.. So stomp on yo' brake brake brake brake.. If you tokin good then all the smokers, let me see, your flame Don't know what you got but my bag'll, put yo' stuff, to shame All the different kinds and other flavors, they don't mean, a thang You can't compare it don't stare cause I got the ultimate Mary Jane |
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| from Ludacris - Ludacris Presents...Disturbing Tha Peace (2005) | |||||
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from Taio Cruz - Break Your Heart [single] (2009)
Now listen to me baby
Before i love and leave you They call me heartbreaker I dont wanna decieve ya If you fall for me Im not easy to please I might tear you apart Told you from the start Baby form the start I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart Theres no point tryna hide it No point tryna tease me I know i got a problem By doing this behaviour If you fall for me Im not easy to please I might tear you apart Told you from the start Baby form the start I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart Ay and i know karmas gonna get me back for being so cold ay im the big bad wolf i'm born to be and bad to the bone ay If you fall for me im only gonna tear you apart Ay Told you from the start ay Im only gonna break break your break break your heart I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart |
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from Taio Cruz - Rokstarr (2010)
LUDA! Now I may not be the worst or the best But you gotta respect my honesty And I may break your heart But I don't really think theres anybody as bomb as me So you can take this chance in the end Everybodys gonna be wondering how you deal You might say this is Ludacris But Taio Cruz tell her how you feel Now listen to me baby Before I love and leave you They call me heart breaker I don't wanna decieve you If you fall for me I'm not easy to please I might tear you apart Told you from the start, baby from the start. I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart. [x4] There's not point trying to hide it No point trying to evade it I know I got a problem By doing this behaving If you fall for me I'm not easy to please I might tear you apart Told you from the start, baby from the start. I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart. [x4] Thats all I'm gonna do woman Listen now I'm only gonna break your heart And shader and splater it all into little bitty pieces Weather or not you get it all together Then its finders keeps and losers weepers See I'm not trying to lead you on No I'm only trying to keep it real You might say this is Ludacris But Taio Cruz tell her how you feel [Bridge] And I know karma's gonna get me back for being so cold Like a big bad wolf I'm born to be bad and bad to the bone If you fall for me I'm only gonna tear you apart Told ya from the start. I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart. [x4] Woah woah woah [x4] |
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from Jersey Shore [ost] (2010)
LUDA! Now I may not be the worst or the best But you gotta respect my honesty And I may break your heart But I don't really think theres anybody as bomb as me So you can take this chance in the end Everybodys gonna be wondering how you deal You might say this is Ludacris But Taio Cruz tell her how you feel Now listen to me baby Before I love and leave you They call me heart breaker I don't wanna decieve you If you fall for me I'm not easy to please I might tear you apart Told you from the start, baby from the start. I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart. [x4] There's not point trying to hide it No point trying to evade it I know I got a problem By doing this behaving If you fall for me I'm not easy to please I might tear you apart Told you from the start, baby from the start. I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart. [x4] Thats all I'm gonna do woman Listen now I'm only gonna break your heart And shader and splater it all into little bitty pieces Weather or not you get it all together Then its finders keeps and losers weepers See I'm not trying to lead you on No I'm only trying to keep it real You might say this is Ludacris But Taio Cruz tell her how you feel [Bridge] And I know karma's gonna get me back for being so cold Like a big bad wolf I'm born to be bad and bad to the bone If you fall for me I'm only gonna tear you apart Told ya from the start. I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart. [x4] Woah woah woah [x4] |
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from Taio Cruz 2집 - Rokstarr [Special Edition] (2010)
LUDA! Now I may not be the worst or the best But you gotta respect my honesty And I may break your heart But I don't really think theres anybody as bomb as me So you can take this chance in the end Everybodys gonna be wondering how you deal You might say this is Ludacris But Taio Cruz tell her how you feel Now listen to me baby Before I love and leave you They call me heart breaker I don't wanna decieve you If you fall for me I'm not easy to please I might tear you apart Told you from the start, baby from the start. I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart. [x4] There's not point trying to hide it No point trying to evade it I know I got a problem By doing this behaving If you fall for me I'm not easy to please I might tear you apart Told you from the start, baby from the start. I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart. [x4] Thats all I'm gonna do woman Listen now I'm only gonna break your heart And shader and splater it all into little bitty pieces Weather or not you get it all together Then its finders keeps and losers weepers See I'm not trying to lead you on No I'm only trying to keep it real You might say this is Ludacris But Taio Cruz tell her how you feel [Bridge] And I know karma's gonna get me back for being so cold Like a big bad wolf I'm born to be bad and bad to the bone If you fall for me I'm only gonna tear you apart Told ya from the start. I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart. [x4] Woah woah woah [x4] |
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from Taio Cruz - Rokstarr [Special Edition] (2011)
LUDA! Now I may not be the worst or the best But you gotta respect my honesty And I may break your heart But I don't really think theres anybody as bomb as me So you can take this chance in the end Everybodys gonna be wondering how you deal You might say this is Ludacris But Taio Cruz tell her how you feel Now listen to me baby Before I love and leave you They call me heart breaker I don't wanna decieve you If you fall for me I'm not easy to please I might tear you apart Told you from the start, baby from the start. I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart. [x4] There's not point trying to hide it No point trying to evade it I know I got a problem By doing this behaving If you fall for me I'm not easy to please I might tear you apart Told you from the start, baby from the start. I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart. [x4] Thats all I'm gonna do woman Listen now I'm only gonna break your heart And shader and splater it all into little bitty pieces Weather or not you get it all together Then its finders keeps and losers weepers See I'm not trying to lead you on No I'm only trying to keep it real You might say this is Ludacris But Taio Cruz tell her how you feel [Bridge] And I know karma's gonna get me back for being so cold Like a big bad wolf I'm born to be bad and bad to the bone If you fall for me I'm only gonna tear you apart Told ya from the start. I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart. [x4] Woah woah woah [x4] |
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from Raheem Devaughn - Bulletproof (Single) (2009)
Load It, Cock It, Aim and Shoot
Load It, Cock It, Aim and Shoot Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot Some will die over oil kill over land Charge you for taxes and Blame Uncle Sam Read you your rights and charge you for nothing Now who’s really gangsta And tell me who’s frontin’ Murder your sons, ravage your daughters Here overseas and across the waters Tanks and missiles, bombs and grenades Inject the land with guns and aids You better pray to the most high or who ever you praise Politicians can’t help you they puppets to slaves Trying to get paid and you are too Whatcha gone do when the gun is pointed at you Like bank robbers Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die) We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot Hey world Get you a paper turn on the news Ride through the hood I witness the blues How can you ignore it it’s easy to spot it A trap house, a liquor store and your city’s got it And my city’s got it, and they city’s got it This world is chaotic and love is symbolic So life don’t get cherished, and our babies perish And your babies perish now tell me who’s careless Now who should I pray to what should I pray for You can’t pay the preacher for your redemption I know where we’re headed, I already read it The good book done said it Like cowboys and Indians We just living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die, living) Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die, living) Ludacris Luda! they say tomorrow’s not promised today But today I promise if we don’t make our own way Somebody’ll take it from us Snatch it like rats to cheese So, lord help me please cause I rather die on my feet than to live on my knees Living like I’m bulletproof Clocking the glock and aim n shoot My future’s ever clear a 180 proof So I open the bottle then swallow my pride And drink the pain away I take shots and just lay up then fade away Dreaming of betta days dreaming of betta pay But we got our work cut out for us so we betta pray Pray to uphold the week, not for eternal sleep But if I die I pray the lord my soul to keep Raheem DeVaughn Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (I say I load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We load it, cock it, aim and shoot) Living like we bulletproof we bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Oh lord) Living like we bulletproof |
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from Raheem Devaughn - The Love & War MasterPeace (2010)
Load It, Cock It, Aim and Shoot
Load It, Cock It, Aim and Shoot Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot Some will die over oil kill over land Charge you for taxes and Blame Uncle Sam Read you your rights and charge you for nothing Now who’s really gangsta And tell me who’s frontin’ Murder your sons, ravage your daughters Here overseas and across the waters Tanks and missiles, bombs and grenades Inject the land with guns and aids You better pray to the most high or who ever you praise Politicians can’t help you they puppets to slaves Trying to get paid and you are too Whatcha gone do when the gun is pointed at you Like bank robbers Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die) We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot Hey world Get you a paper turn on the news Ride through the hood I witness the blues How can you ignore it it’s easy to spot it A trap house, a liquor store and your city’s got it And my city’s got it, and they city’s got it This world is chaotic and love is symbolic So life don’t get cherished, and our babies perish And your babies perish now tell me who’s careless Now who should I pray to what should I pray for You can’t pay the preacher for your redemption I know where we’re headed, I already read it The good book done said it Like cowboys and Indians We just living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die, living) Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die, living) Ludacris Luda! they say tomorrow’s not promised today But today I promise if we don’t make our own way Somebody’ll take it from us Snatch it like rats to cheese So, lord help me please cause I rather die on my feet than to live on my knees Living like I’m bulletproof Clocking the glock and aim n shoot My future’s ever clear a 180 proof So I open the bottle then swallow my pride And drink the pain away I take shots and just lay up then fade away Dreaming of betta days dreaming of betta pay But we got our work cut out for us so we betta pray Pray to uphold the week, not for eternal sleep But if I die I pray the lord my soul to keep Raheem DeVaughn Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (I say I load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We load it, cock it, aim and shoot) Living like we bulletproof we bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Oh lord) Living like we bulletproof |
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from Ludacris - Theater Of The Mind (2008)
[Ludacris] + (The Game)
I just touched down in killa Cali, strapped up my boots Got scooped up by Game so I hopped up in the Coupe (Ahh, whattup nigga?) What the hell is goin on? I'm tryin to ease back and get my head in the zone (Then where the fuck you tryin to go?) Nigga this yo' city Anywhere, I'm just tryin to see some ass and titties So fool mash the gas, the night is young All bullshit aside I'm tryin to have some fun Hit the hop in Lakewood, or ride down Slausson Or the casino, they say it's just like Compton (ha ha) Really doesn't matter, long as shots don't rang out (Nigga I stay strapped, I don't wanna pull the thang out) Well keep the heat heat right up under the seat And let's roll to Roscoe's and grab somethin to eat But check your rearview mirror, I swear somebody's followin Rollin in that dark blue SS Impala and All up on the bumper, man I'm just sayin Tell me you know this nigga (nah, they better stop playin) He sped up around and drove right in front of us Could be one-time just tryin to bust one of us 'Til he smashed the brakes and we almost hit him Throwin signs out the window like somethin was wrong wit him Before we jump out and get ready to clown (Nigga call up the homies, it's about to go down) [Chorus: Ludacris] + (The Game) Keep one eye open cause the streets don't sleep (If the streets get hungry then the streets gon' eat) That's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds, nigga (Call up the homies, it's about to go down) Call up the homies, it's about to go down? (Yeah, call up the homies, it's about to go down) Yeah that's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds Nigga call up the homies, it's about to go DOWN [The Game] + (Ludacris) Somebody tell Luda I'm on the way now (aight) Just stepped one size 12 Air Force One in the A-Town (ha ha ha) And you know where I'm headed To the Lennox Mall to get it done head to toe NWA style (do it) Keep it gangsta from the waist down And this chrome trey-pound got me feelin Atlanta +Brave+ now (right) Disturbin' Tha Peace, I'll let the lead spray I'm startin to love this place, they even got Red Clay (okay) Hit a different strip club e'ry day (yeah) And I don't make it rain, it's a hurricane on the way (ha ha ha) And I got the A-Town pump It'll make your whole body do the A-Town stomp (woo!) Then it's off to the Waffle House And pancake mix ain't the only thing comin out her mouth And her 42 D's comin out her blouse Her baby daddy comin in (Game, get out the house, and) [Chorus] [Ludacris] Yeah, I'm in a real-life movie, so this is take three When Luda step foot out in Phoenix, A-Z Superbowl super hoes, rappers on stroll So I put the call in to Willy Northpole [Willy Northpole] + (Ludacris) Woo, big homie I got ya, stick to you like a cactus Walk up to the 'burbs city Chris take off your jacket I know you kinda used to big booties in the club But ain't nothin wrong to have a lil' sauce in your blood I see a couple thugs with some bitch tendencies My town, but I still got Phoenix enemies (yup) Haters wanna stop 'em and I really wanna pop 'em But it's hard to fight back when you got an album droppin (connects) We in South Phoenix, niggaz Africa bang Matter fact, Chris, tuck in your Africa chain (what?) Cause I see some niggaz starin at us with a lame frown I'ma call up the homies (it's about to go DOWN) [Chorus: Ludacris] + (Willy Northpole) Keep one eye open cause the streets don't sleep (If the streets get hungry then the streets gon' eat) That's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds, nigga (Call up the homies, it's about to go down) Call up the homies, it's about to go down? (Yeah, call up the homies, it's about to go down) Yeah that's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds Nigga call up the homies, it's about to go DOWN |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
[Monica]
I can't live with ya, can't live without you I say I can't live with ya, can't live without you Ooh I can't live with ya, can't live without you I can't live with ya, can't live without you [Ludacris] One day I love you, the next I can't stand you Huh, it's too much for me to handle I made my mind up thinkin I'm on the right track So then I leave you, but then come right back And I don't like that, I swear I'm so confused Don't know what I want or what's the right thing to do But the right thing is you, you're my destiny Even at my worst you still bringin out the best in me But then you testin me, know how to push my buttons Fussin, fightin, yeah we always gettin into somethin So mad I make you cry, then we make love A never-endin cycle, make up to break up It's time to wake up, I need to smell the coffee Play with these other women, or get 'em all off me And you wonder why your man'll just doubt ya Can't live with ya, can't live without ya [Chorus: Monica] I can't live with ya, can't live without you I say I can't live with you, can't live without you Ooh I can't live with ya, can't live without you The one thing that I know, is I can't seem to let you (go) You got me to the point of walking out the (door) And then I find myself coming back for (more) I don't know what to do Cause I can't live with ya, and can't live without you [Ludacris] One day I love you, the next I can't stand you Huh, it's too much for me to handle One minute naggin me, always harrassin me Next minute squeezin me, huggin, kissin and grabbin me Just when I think it's cool, you back startin shit Findin the smallest things just to start an argument Goin through my phone, KNOW you shouldn'ta took it though I hope your stupid ass find what you're lookin fo' Stormin out the house mad, throwin breakin shit Callin your girls, exaggeratin and fakin shit Pack your clothes like you really 'bout to leave this time KNOW you messed up but actin like it's me this time It's a revolvin door, that keeps spinnin 'round Are we gon' be together, or are we finished now? And you wonder why your man'll just DOUBT ya Can't live with ya, can't live without ya [Chorus] [Monica] When the going get tough and the fightin be rough Now some folks may call it hood but I guess we call it love I be askin for your touch then I don't give you my trust First I hate you with a passion then I can't need you enough I be, wantin to spend my whole life wit'chu And I be, talkin 'bout how you and me are through And my mind says yes but my heart says no And my mind says walk but my feet won't go away yeahhhh See I be tellin you to go but deep inside I want you to stayyyyy Uh, and you know how to make me smile but at times you ruin my dayyyyy Ooh, we gotta get better Gotta get it together And you wonder why your girl just doubt ya Can't live with you, can't live without youuuuu [Chorus] |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
[Monica]
I can't live with ya, can't live without you I say I can't live with ya, can't live without you Ooh I can't live with ya, can't live without you I can't live with ya, can't live without you [Ludacris] One day I love you, the next I can't stand you Huh, it's too much for me to handle I made my mind up thinkin I'm on the right track So then I leave you, but then come right back And I don't like that, I swear I'm so confused Don't know what I want or what's the right thing to do But the right thing is you, you're my destiny Even at my worst you still bringin out the best in me But then you testin me, know how to push my buttons Fussin, fightin, yeah we always gettin into somethin So mad I make you cry, then we make love A never-endin cycle, make up to break up It's time to wake up, I need to smell the coffee Play with these other women, or get 'em all off me And you wonder why your man'll just doubt ya Can't live with ya, can't live without ya [Chorus: Monica] I can't live with ya, can't live without you I say I can't live with you, can't live without you Ooh I can't live with ya, can't live without you The one thing that I know, is I can't seem to let you (go) You got me to the point of walking out the (door) And then I find myself coming back for (more) I don't know what to do Cause I can't live with ya, and can't live without you [Ludacris] One day I love you, the next I can't stand you Huh, it's too much for me to handle One minute naggin me, always harrassin me Next minute squeezin me, huggin, kissin and grabbin me Just when I think it's cool, you back startin shit Findin the smallest things just to start an argument Goin through my phone, KNOW you shouldn'ta took it though I hope your stupid ass find what you're lookin fo' Stormin out the house mad, throwin breakin shit Callin your girls, exaggeratin and fakin shit Pack your clothes like you really 'bout to leave this time KNOW you messed up but actin like it's me this time It's a revolvin door, that keeps spinnin 'round Are we gon' be together, or are we finished now? And you wonder why your man'll just DOUBT ya Can't live with ya, can't live without ya [Chorus] [Monica] When the going get tough and the fightin be rough Now some folks may call it hood but I guess we call it love I be askin for your touch then I don't give you my trust First I hate you with a passion then I can't need you enough I be, wantin to spend my whole life wit'chu And I be, talkin 'bout how you and me are through And my mind says yes but my heart says no And my mind says walk but my feet won't go away yeahhhh See I be tellin you to go but deep inside I want you to stayyyyy Uh, and you know how to make me smile but at times you ruin my dayyyyy Ooh, we gotta get better Gotta get it together And you wonder why your girl just doubt ya Can't live with you, can't live without youuuuu [Chorus] |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
All this drinking gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck But some niggaz just relly don't give a fuck And all this drinking gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Now let me be quite Frank Cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda Always got a drink And I'm steady smoking buddah I do the Evil that'll bend you when I get you I'mma sit you down Then take it to the mental and essential and clown Every chance I get Bitch I'm hit Not by no bullet or no pellet But the smoke from the can a beer shit I might just be too high Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again So when I get old I'mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos Steward Ave. Homes Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo Doublin' dough 24-7 Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend Runnin wit 2 strike felons And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron Then'll smoke a L Bust shells And dare ya to tell Walk up in the club Pretty thug Fucked up off head shots Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's hot Shaking tits and twats Placing big face 20's and cock Loading clips and glocks Knowing we got the haters hot The ballin' don't stop Just drop more G's on drink and drugs Live it up young nigga cause it's gon' catch up Now wit the help of Hen and Coke I grab my pen and pad and wrote Something that I knew was dope And represent for my kinfolk Pimp a hoe until she broke Wit mo lines than chopped coke Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King But I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretta My shit even come out better Grab a blunt put it together What a nigga really need Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker til he bleed Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out Or the club get closed out If it's hoes out I show out Call Tyheed get Dro'd out There's no doubt I love my life Love the light Love to write Love the mic So take a drag Grab a bag and match up Hennessey and bad weed Believe me it catch up Git it right Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL We are the dirty south's dirtiest. Disturbing the peace. Hey bring on the bitches!! |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
It's gonna get in ya, child of the night .. and the hood rolls on How do I begin to, do this shit right .. get my hustle on 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 of growin up and seein life at it's worst Then tryin to iron out my wrinkles, puttin family first It seems like the whole world is out for sinkin my boat But with God as my navigator I'll be stayin afloat And I admit to bein caught by many foolish distractions Then I'm forced to pay the price as the result of my actions I'm battlin with MYSELF and every DAY it's a war Curiosity killed the cat, why am I Curious George? Gotta keep my nose up outta thangs that ain't none of my biz And just cause somethin looks don't really mean that it is Get through the agony and anger, the pain and strife And take the necessary steps to try to change my life I got some questions for you Lord cause my mentality's hood So why is everything that's bad for me feel so good? Now I'm a only child, so excuse some of my selfish ways I got spoiled when I was young, spoil myself today Oh but I feed at least a thousand stomachs and how I've done it is from the ground up a hundred miles and runnin Dodgin and duckin everybody tryin to hammer me down A self-made millionaire, baby look at me now Can't tell me nothin still hungry as the day I began Cause all I ever really needed was a pen in my hand And a, pad in my lap, didn't matter in fact Me and my momma lived in one room, and what's badder than that was a young man forced to grow up at the age of 12 Tryin to get in where I fit, streets givin me hell But yet I give it right - back, so how you like - that Continue doin wrong 'til I was on the right - track Tell me 'bout heavy money I might give it a PUSH But a, bird in the hand is worth two in the bush Come on No matter how much older we get man, we all still children at heart We all make mistakes, it's all good Now I've tried plenty of times to get rid of my bad habits Livin life on the cuttin edge, takin a stab at it And learnin from my mistakes, try not to make 'em twice Just admittin when I'm wrong, tryin hard to make it right And baby, nobody's perfect in this world of ours There's plenty people gettin stitches in this world of scars But over time, pray to God that he can heal your wounds Try to love and love again until they seal your tomb Cause life is short if you don't know this it'll pass you by That's why my head is in the clouds tryin to pass the sky Never blinkin for a minute, keep my eyes on my foes They wanna catch me in the open, bring my life to a close Meanwhile that's why I'm bringin so much life to my shows I've seen smiles I'm makin changes turnin glitter to gold Don't let these devils play you down or belittle your soul Just be happy with yo'self and it's so simple to grow Come on |
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from Cee-Lo - Cee-Lo Green...Is The Soul Machine (2004)
Come on
Chop chop Mmm hmm Yeah man I'm just gonna play with y'all on this Hidey ho Well hello, howdy do, how are you, that's good Who me, still hot, I still got, you got me I'm here, I'm there, cause I'm wrong, cause I'm right I can spit on anything, got plenty game, authentic My pen's sick, forensic, defends it, he wins it Again and a, again and a, again and a, again and a I'm the one, come see, lookey I, and come meet The young Cee, the one treats, everything the sun seek I'm hollering, can't help, I'm hungry I cake rap, bake rap, sack rap, trap rap Same shoes, same shirt, the same work, the same jerk Claim hurt, the game hurt, my name work, it ain't work I'm fast, time fast, I'm first, I'm last Psychic, I knew you would like it, like this I write this, priceless, more then my right wrist Cock back, block track, the beat bleed, speak read Men eat weed, bead seed, I speed read, you need me To give it to you like you want it, I own it when I'm on it Maintain the same thing, nigga rap about the same game None left, shame shame, plain game, insane When I rap things change, me and God, same thing Money's here, money fold, I'm young, my money old Maybe look, cross hanging down to my tummy toes I know it, I'ma stop, I'm tryin, just like lyin Yes I can sing, and I can rap And I can act, and I can dance And I can dress, sign of the best So is my guest, man I'm impressed Hurry hurry hurry hurry, come and see This is just like child's play to me, ah ha Little melody and a little drum All I really need to have a little fun Hush little one, let's get it done Dress like a bum, bust like a gun Hurry hurry hurry hurry, come and see This is just like child's play to me, ah ha (Ludacris) Who the only little nigga that you know with about fifty flows Do about fifty shows in a week but creep on the track with my tippy toes Shhh, shut the fuck up, I'm trying to work Ah forget it, I'm going berserk Cause I stack my change, and I'm back to claim My reign on top, so pack your thangs I rack your brain like crack cocaine My fame won't stop or I'll jack your chain Give it up, ding ding ding, thanks, the price was right That Grey Goose got me loose, but my eyes are tight It's the truth, give me a light like I'm dynamite Alright, alright, we gon ride tonight I'm so dangerous that I gotta bang with this You could be famous or remain nameless Better just drop down to your knees, call upon the lord and pray Better luck next time, cause you wanna open that door today Your hair sorta gray, it's that sorta day Flowing so hard over this track and I got more to say I ain't new to this, I'm so true to this See what you get fucking with Cee-Lo and Ludacris Yes I can sing, and I can rap And I can act, and I can dance And I can dress, sign of the best So is my guest, man I'm impressed Hurry hurry hurry hurry, come and see This is just like child's play to me, ah ha Little melody and a little drum All I really need to have a little fun Hush little one, let's get it done Dress like a bum, bust like a gun Hurry hurry hurry hurry, come and see This is just like child's play to me, ah ha Yes I can sing, and I can rap And I can act, and I can dance And I can dress, sign of the best So is my guest, man I'm impressed Hurry hurry hurry hurry, come and see This is just like child's play to me, ah ha Little melody and a little drum All I really need to have a little fun Hush little one, let's get it done Dress like a bum, bust like a gun Hurry hurry hurry hurry, come and see This is just like child's play to me, ah ha Haha Okay, there you have it little kids Wasn't that fun? Yeah Saturday morning, Cee-Lo Green and my man Ludacris Doing this thing, ATL style This is childz play to us Seriously though I can rap bout any you guys with my tongue tied Ha ha ha Don't make me get serious on your ass You wouldn't like me when I'm serious I could have said anything I want to |
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from T-Pain - Thr33 Ringz [Explicit Digital Version] (2008)
Yeah!
YEA-YEAH! WHOA-O-OHH [Hook 1:] Nuh-Nuh Nuh Shawty Nuh-Nuh Nuh Shawty Nuh-Nuh Nuh Shawty Don't chop me, Shawty don't Screw Me Shawty don't chop me, Shawty don't Screw Me Shawty don't chop me, Shawty don't Screw Me Yeah Yea-Yeah [Verse 1: T-Pain] Have you ever seen A dime piece all alone at the bar (bar-bar) Straight out of a magazine And you just want to let her know who you are (are-are) So you say let me buy you a drink Or let a conversation If that's what you want to do (do-do) And she said love is about to end And you said welcome to my crib And She said I can't leave my friends [Chorus 1:] Now you've officially been chopped and screwed Screwed-Screwed Chopped-Chopped And Screwed You've officially been Dance-Dance Screwed And Ewed-Ewed Chopped Screwed-Screwed You've officially been chopped and screwed And-And Screw Chop-Screw-Screwed You've officially been Screwed Screwed Screw-Screw Chop-Chop And Screwed You've officially been And-And Screwed [Hook 2:] Shawty don't chop me, Shawty don't Screw Me (Yeah) Sha-Shawty don't chop me, Shawty Screw-Screw (Chopped and Screwed) Shawty-Shawty don't chop, Shawty-Shawty don't Screw Me (HEYYY-Yeah) Shawty don't chop me, don't-don't Screw Me (Yea-Yeah) [Verse 2: T-Pain] Have you ever been in the VIP room Of your favorite strip club (club-club) And you got a shawty on you Kissing on your neck Making you feel like she so in love (love-love) Now you done grabbed you a couple a drinks And you feeling like it's about time to cuddle up (up-up) And you said shawty what's really up And she takes big sip out yo cup And she said it'll be 60 bucks [Chorus 2:] Now you've officially been chopped and screwed Screwed-Screwed Chopped-Chopped And Screwed You've officially been Dance-Dance Screwed And Ewed-Ewed Chopped Screwed-Screwed (Luda-Luda (hahaha)) You've officially been chopped and screwed [Ludacris:] Nah-Nah-Nah Shawty why you acting all like that (like that) Like all you ever really want to do is just doubt me Ludacris can't-can't live with out 'em But even more I bet you really can't live with out me (nope) You-You must of flipped yo wig (yup) You got to be out yo mind (ey) I chop ch-chop You screw-You Screw You out of yo-out of yo spine (woo) Back breaker Put you over my knees Put you on punishment Women and I'll spank ya (baaa) Have you praising the lord Like thank you-thank you Thank you lord I want to thank you (Jesus) But have you ever met a women that will lead you on And still you work instead of please her (yup) Have her singing this song Cause all night long She did nothing but flirt and tease ya (yup) But I got to admit that I have Put one in the air sit back and I laugh (ey) Shawty why do you insist on doing me that bad (ey) Probably it's cause the amount of booty that I grab (ey) Comming back to haunt me So instead of being put in submission to subdue (what happened) Guess what dawg (hahaha) (Lu-Lu-Luda) [Chorus 3:] Now you've officially been chopped and screwed Screwed-Screwed Chopped-Chopped And Screwed You've officially been Dance-Dance Screwed And Ewed-Ewed Chopped Screwed-Screwed You've officially been chopped and screwed And-And Screw Chop-Screw-Screwed You've officially been Screwed Screwed Screw-Screw Chop-Chop And Screwed You've officially been And-And Screwed [Hook 3:] Shawty don't chop me, Shawty don't Screw Me (Yeah) Sha-Shawty don't chop me, Shawty Screw-Screw (Chopped and Screwed) Shawty-Shawty don't chop, Shawty-Shawty don't Screw Me Shawty don't chop me, don't-don't Screw Me-Me-Me-Me-Me-Me-ME |
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from T-Pain - The Instrumentals (2009)
Nuh Nuh Shawty
Nuh Nuh Nuh Shawty Nuh Nuh Nuh Shawty Don't chop me Shawty don't Screw Me Shawty don't chop me Shawty don't Screw Me Shawty don't chop me Shawty don't Screw Me Have you ever seen A dime piece all alone at the bar Straight out of a magazine And you just want to let her know who you are So you say let me buy you a drink Or let a conversation If that's what you want to do And she said love is about to end And you said welcome to my crib And She said I can't leave my friends Now you've offically been chopped and screwed Screwed Screwed Chopped Chopped And Screwed You've offically been Dance Dance Screwed And Ewed Ewed Chopped Screwed Screwed You've offically been chopped and screwed And And Screw Chop Screw Screwed You've offically been Screwed Screwed Screw Screw Chop Chop And Screwed You've officially been dance dance Screwed Have you ever been in the VIP room Of your favorite street club And you got a shawty on you Kissing on your neck Making you feel like she so in love Now you done grabbed you a couple a drinks And you feeling like it's about time to cuddle up And you said shawty what's really up And she takes big sip out yo cup And she said it'll be 60 bucks Now you've officially been chopped and screwed Screwed Screwed Chopped Chopped And Screwed You've officially been Dance Dance Screwed And Ewed Ewed Chopped Screwed Screwed You've officially been chopped and screwed Shawty why you acting all like that Like all you ever really want to do is just doubt me Ludacris can't can't live with out 'em But even more I bet you really can't live with out me You You must of flipped yo wig You got to be out yo mind I chop ch chop You screw You Screw You out of yo out of yo spine Back breaker Put you over my knees Put you on punishment Women and I'll spank ya Have you praising the lord Like thank you thank you Thank you lord I want to thank you But have you ever met a women that will lead you on And still you work instead of please her Have her singing this song Cause all night long She did nothing but flirt and tease ya But I got to admit that I have Put one in the air sit back and I laugh Shawty why do you insist on doing me that bad Probably it's cause the amount of booty that I grab Comming back to haunt me So instead of being put in submission to subdue Guess what dawg Now you've officially been chopped and screwed Screwed Screwed Chopped Chopped And Screwed You've officially been Dance Dance Screwed And Ewed Ewed Chopped Screwed Screwed You've officially been chopped and screwed And And Screw Chop Screw Screwed You've officially been Screwed Screwed Screw Screw Chop Chop And Screwed You've offically been dance dance Screwed Shawty don't Screw Me Sha Shawty don't chop me Shawty Screw Screw Shawty Shawty don't chop Shawty Shawty don't Screw Me Shawty don't chop me don't don't Screw Me Me Me Me Me Me ME |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
*It ain't no one to trust but me
And I got to make sure that I take care of my family And it ain't no choices 'cause it's cold outside (It's cold outside) And to my niggas on the block On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks You hear the voices say it's cold outside (It's cold outside) I'm hiding out and smokin' herb because my boss is getting on my motherfucking nerves But I got to take it 'cause it's cold outside (It's cold outside) See rappin' is my only way My mama told me just to save it for another day But I got to make it cause it's cold outside (It's cold outside) Man, I can hear that wind blowing You say it don't get cold in CP Well niggas it's been snowing Even though some might disagree When business is still slowing Even if we subject to change Come up out them diamonds and rings Even all them dollars and change Nigga we home-grown And to those that couldn't take the pressure Nigga they long gone Skeet 25 lighters on dressers Or you'll get zoned on They be puttin' them bodies in bags They be cuttin' them bodies on slabs Then go to somebody and brag Got to keep a straight face Better keep inside with your know Got to find a safe place Better stay in silence or go Or end up a waste case Pick figure it's more stuff to do Pick nigger it's more folks than you Pick never come close to a clue I put my life on it Want to disrespect give me your neck And I'll put a knife on it Some say it's slippery when wet But my Roll got ice on it It's all about supply and demand It's all about me buying some land You folks just don't understand That uh * Repeat Man, I see the clouds coming Y'all see a man on the moon walking I see a crowd running and the APD steadily talking 'Cause we done found something And it's not as good as it seems Oh I wish I could get some cream And get up out of the hood with some dreams I'm peepin' hard crimes See the system's fucked up And they givin' out some hard times Heard one of these ??? And my people snortin' hard lines Locked up and they didn't do a thang Locked up because of the pressure and pain Locked up because they wouldn't do the same And I see the case close I can't ask no questions, and it's over 'Cause they say so I ain't learned no lessons, but these snitches Better lay low Or we gonna be chopping some heads And we gonna be rocking some beds And we gonna be dropping some eggs We walk a long road Trying to find the essence of self But I picked the wrong clothes 'Do rag with a gat under my belt 'Cause life's throwing strong blows But I keep a little hope and some dreams And I try to stay focused and clean But I got a little dope and some green 'Cause uh * Repeat I can see them shamed faces Man, y'all look at me like y'all grew up In the same places Scams and dirty work came up on A day to day basis Now they got to re-up and re-bag And they got to re-up and re-slab Then they got to be up and be bad This game'll NEVER end Excuse my French, but Goddammit I got some clever friends They might get set back by some wench But that bitch'll never win It's all about the way of the world It's all about the way of them girls It's all about them diamonds and pearls We waiting too long But the DEC and Southwest Atlanta Is too strong We might bring that soap out and wash up And throw them suits on Coming in the court with some pride 'Cause we ain't got nothing to hide Just didn't know what laws to abide I play the cards dealt And I bought a full house and I watched The woman's heart melt See my mama's cooled out and she's crying 'Cause it's heart-felt It's all about supply and demand It's all about me buying some land You folks just don't understand That uh * Repeat |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
Girl we might has well see whats up wit these niggas (ring....2020--)Hello.. (girl)hello yeah whats u. oh oh whats up..(hey)yo this is 2020..hey hey cris ris..soask em if they comin ova)oh ok--yea yea so whats up man so whats up are yall gonna come through or not? yea we comein through there alright not so bad..let me go on and tell you how to get here..you ready? (girl) yea (guy)... ok you go aww shi...le-le let me let cris tell ya hold on hold on (girl)..alright cris..hella girl..yea cris...yea ok you go umm 85 south (ok) you gonna get off old national highway, make a left, your gonna come all the way down till you get to creole road make a right on creole (ok) and you just gonna keep comin down you gonna see this big ass white mansion on the right hand side (word) hell yea there gonna be a convertable jag in the driveway (what) range rover all black hell yea (shit now)we like right next door and shit in this hud house yea the door kinda fucked up so your gonna have to uh climb through the window is that cool? (girl)What the fuck! Hell na nigga |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! 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 fuck 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. FUCK YOU NIGGA, MAN FUCK YOU! [Ludacris] Fuck 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 fuckin 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 Fuck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers 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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from Ludacris - Theater Of The Mind (2008)
[Ludacris]
Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, ahhhh [Chorus: Jamie Foxx] Sim-p-ly marvelous (That's what you are, that's what you are, that's what you are) More than outrageous (ooh ooh) That's what you are Beyond incredible, yeah yeah (That's what you are, that's what you are, that's what you are) Now that's contagious (ooh ooh) Ooooh that's what you are (hey) [Ludacris] Luda! I must admit that you are truly somethin special So hop up in my vessel, let's wrestle like I'm The Rock (Rock) Deep in your ocean I'ma find your buried treasure So hop up on the dresser, throw your legs up to the top (top) Stretch it out like calisthenics Bet it that Luda wet it and get it and have somebody call the medic (medic!) My head is in the right direction My quarter's in your jukebox, girl you are my #1 selection I play you over and over, put your head on my shoulder Slide down and give me head in the Rover (Rover) And I'm a soldier, see it ain't no limits to the things we could do And I made this record for you So that we could break it down to the nitty-gritty one time And when it comes to the sexin I get busy with mine So you get busy with yours, I guess we destined to see Baby girl, you are destined to be [Chorus] [Ludacris] Yeah, uhh Uh, so supernatural, wonderful and miraculous You got me buggin off yo' attractiveness like WHOA (whoa) So precise, so fine in yo' position that my unanimous decision is to never say no (no) You got me strung like a guitar Playin the sweetest melody is definitely heavenly by far (far) Further than the moon - and I never fake it but I take it when you get naked cause your body's like BOOM! (boom!) How could I resist it? I'll be there in an instant When you call like tornadoes you got me twisted I know you missed it, so I'ma give it good You'll go ballistic, because I give it hood Just like a nigga would, and like a nigga should If you hear screamin then Luda's up yo' neighborhood Good gracious, yeah I do it right And all night, you are [Chorus] [Jamie Foxx] Yeah, it's courageous how you drop the phone and rush over Crazy how you make me high when I'm sober Just when I thought, I've seen it all You put it down on meeeee It's contagious how your lips make me lose composure Addicted to the kisses, your blow got me swoll up There's only one, my champion That's what you are to meeee, yeah Ooooooh yeah [Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
*(Oh No!) I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh No!) My hollow put a hole in his vest (Oh No!) I'm bout to send two to his dome (Oh No!) Cry babies go home! I got people scared as FUCK like when condoms break Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight You frostin' like a flake and Ludacris feels grrreat! Who want come face me, face come want who? And women give me face until they're face turns blue They can't breathe, dick to mouth recessatation A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations I Playstations, duck cops and lose agents I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck patients When I kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhyme My black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send flowers And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour * Repeat You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both hands Delete your first steps, but I'll save the last dance I just bought some new guns my mama said "it ain't worth it" But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perferct Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies Bok bok bok I'm shakin your tale feathers I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris Webber Luda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels My cars got big TVs and satellites I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White And the servey says? (Kill a mutha fucka now) Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a mutha fucka down) Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth * Repeat I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptops And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble You see I'm from a small town called "Fresh out a cop's ass" Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed I smell puss from fifty yards Y'all not playin with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green I re-up with more chips than a vending machine Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and stickin' 'em And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteen So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies * Repeat(x2) |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
Cry Babies(oh No)
Ludacris (Word Of Mouf) [Chorus: Ludacris - repeat 2X] (Oh No!) I caught him with a blow to the chest (Oh No!) My hollow put a hole in his vest (Oh No!) I'm bout to send two to his dome (Oh No!) Cry babies go home! [Verse One: Ludacris] I got people scared as FUCK like when condoms break Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight You frostin' like a flake and Ludacris feels grrreat! Who want come face me, face come want who? And women give me face until they're face turns blue They can't breathe, dick to mouth recessatation A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations I Playstations, duck cops and lose agents I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck patients When I kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhyme My black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send flowers And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour [Chorus] [Verse Two: Ludacris] You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both hands Delete your first steps, but I'll save the last dance I just bought some new guns my mama said "it ain't worth it" But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perferct Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies Bok bok bok I'm shakin your tale feathers I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris Webber Luda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels My cars got big TVs and satellites I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White And the servey says? (Kill a mutha fucka now) Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a mutha fucka down) Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth [Chorus] [Verse Three: Ludacris] I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptops And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble You see I'm from a small town called "Fresh out a cop's ass" Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed I smell puss from fifty yards Y'all not playin with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green I re-up with more chips than a vending machine Then you can catch me in Rome maggots in brauds and sticking 'em And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteen So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies [Chorus - 2X] |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
Gangsta whitewalls, TV antennas in the back (the back, the back...) [Chorus] I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) And I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) diamond in the, diamond in the, diamond in the... [Verse 1] It's hard growin' up lookin' at drug dealers wit' all this paper Wonderin' how I can get me some My family's strugglin', I'm buggin', sittin' on my porch So confused, chewin' on some bubblegum I was always taught to use my manners with the misses But please, stay away from the hoes and snithes And I was always reached for the sky, I dont know why Ima little bitty kid wit' a whole buncha gangsta wishes When I grow up, you just wait, Ima be so straight And everything's gonna be so marvelous No more borrowin' from the neighbors, no more haters No more blowin' Nintendo cartridges Ima have it made in the shade, Ima be so paid And my fam, get 'em off that payin' them bills Matta fact Im schemin' my way on up out this hood, I'll be good When I ditch these trainin' wheels [Chorus] Diamond in the back I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' in the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' in the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) And I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' in the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' in the scene with a gangsta lean) Diamond in the, diamond in the, diamond in the... [Verse 2] I'm sick and tired of ridin' public transportation Been patient waitin' on my set of wheels I'm willin' to do what it takes, whatever the stakes In order to get myself some dollar bills It's too many holes in my socks, and I'm ready to box Anyone tellin' me I need better shoes And I aint the only one trippin', or makin a fuss My older cousin need some cheddar too He thinkin' 'bout comin' up on the lick, to get it quick It involves that local corner store I overheard him say he knew who works there And whatever they do, dont let the owner know I hope he come back with enough to let me borrow some change At least for the summer And if he dont let me borrow nothin, but ask me what I want Ima tell him I wanna... [Chorus] Diamond in the back I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) Could use a (sunroof top) Sho' wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) Sho' wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) Diamond in the, diamond in the, diamond in the... [Verse 3] Why cant I walk with a limp mama? wont be no drama For goodness sakes, Im just a kid Had to get my whoopin' in fo's, I was just a po' Like there no remorse for what I did Gotta learn the hard way, when runnin' them streets How some just creep, really just to eat a meal "I coulda swore it was mine," what I used to tell the po-pos What I left to rob and steal Man, I gotta earn for a livin', aint nobody givin' me nothin' Find somethin' I love to do Hmm, what about that pimpin'? It's good tippin' Tax free, and I know a lot of people that love to screw Yeah, it's just a way of the world, with boys and girls I'm adjustin' to my environment This government cheatin' us, so I'll cheat 'em back Why cant work feel like retirement? [Chorus] Diamond in the back I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) Could use a (sunroof top) Sho' wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wish I had a (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) And I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta... |
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from Jennifer Lopez - Brave (2007)
Here's the thing
I was minding my business doin' what I do I wasn't trynna look for anything Alla sudden, couldn't take my eyes off you I didn't even know if you could tell That you had me in a daze Sayin' what the hell Here's my name, number Baby, just hit my cell Lovin' everything you do 'Cos you do it well Don't know what you got me thinkin' You ain't even trynna play me, boy 'Cos you're so good and you're so fine Got me sayin' crazy things, listen I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track Boy, you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track Boy, you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well Lemme tell you how it's gonna go You and me gonna need a little privacy I don't wanna do the dance, no do-si-do Need a one-woman man seven days a week Quit trynna play it cool, boy Make your move I told you how it is Nothin' to lose You been starin' over here all night for free And I ain't takin' cash or credit, just a guarantee There ain't nobody else but me, boy You ain't even trynna play me, boy 'Cos you're so good and you're so fine Got me sayin' crazy things, listen I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track Boy, you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track Boy, you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well Baby, no need for false pretenses Think you just shocked me to my senses Everything that you do feels right Do it, do it Do it, do it all night I know You're thinking Been thinkin' it too, babe I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track 'Cos you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track Boy, you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track Boy, you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well I ain't never met a man like that I ain't never fell so far, so fast You can turn me on, throw me off track Boy, you do it, do it You do it, do it You're doin' it well |
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from Ludacris - Theater Of The Mind (2008)
Spike Lee
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Hip-hop nation, this is Spizike Lee Been sleepin for too long Wake up, Wake up Ludacris Wake up!!! Wake up!!! I see the sunshine gazing through the window pane (yeah) Blazin like indo flame; it's to wake up come to yo' sense man Snow is all around you, but you don't play in the winter games Cartridges surround you, but you ain't playin Nintendo games Load 'em up and fill 'em up, to the top before you cock and aim Tryna get from the bottom to the top, like the stock exchange Shower shit and shave and hit the corner for a block exchange Amazing what my people'll do for some pocket change But maybe this ain't the life that you chose (chose) This is the life where you stay strapped and pack a knife or end up with a blooded nose Street survivor or survivor of the streets (streets) And only the strong survive, there's no survival for the weak (weak) Catch a sneak peak of DEATH if you ain't on ya PS and ... They carry banana clips and niggaz'll peel you for ya shoes It's the blues, but not on hill street Hmm, you could call it, kill or be killed street Lost a pint of blood, let it spill street Stop and wake up Wake Up!! They say my folks'll do whatever for the fortune and the fame (fame) And it'll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em) Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em) You say the only family that you got is in a gang (gang) And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em) Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em) Common I've been in this 'ere since we were drinkin beers Years we've spent together, used to break up, get together, split a fight Every night, gettin cheddar, movin white Our thang, so we had to "Do it Right" like Spike Holdin 40s, gettin green on acres, these broads were our mules That's when we used to serve in front of Commonwealth School Fuel for cars and jewels, chains and tools It was organized crime but we remained confused Mom in the pews, singin, Lord, protect 'em You might not agree with our views, but you had to respect 'em Diamonds in the rough, but were we reflectin' a system that's abrupt, the streets, or no pressure one morning in the mirror I seen my reflection a young man with good spirits, but needed direction I guess my man's death, was my resurrection 'cause now I hear him sayin from heaven, "Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up! They say my folks'll do whatever for the fortune and the fame (fame) And it'll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em) Use your brain homie, do the right thang You say the only family that you got is in a gang (gang) And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin Use your brain homie, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em) Use your brain homie, do the right thang Ludacris I, woke up this morning and got a call My pot'nah said he had news about a girl named Baby Doll She got fo' baby daddies - fo' kids by fo' different men And she just found out she's pregnant, I said, No, not again Man, when she gonna learn she don't wanna spend her life in court Lookin for back payments and fightin for that child supports Chasin checks, chasin her ounce of respect, chasin paper Chasin entertainers or rappers and ball players Not carin about a condom, I say, help her Lord, please (please) 'fore she stuck wit mo' babies or ends up fightin some disease You know that you a momma and mommas, we cain't lose ya (no!) Treat yourself better, you carry seeds to the future And the future looks dim if we don't get ourselves together We gotta sacrifice, some do whatever for the cheddar So make the right decisions 'til you ready to give birth And know that you the most precious gift we have on this earth Babies, stop and wake up Wake Up They say my folks'll do whatever for the fortune and the fame And it'll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin Use your brain baby, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em) Use your brain baby, do the right thang You say you want a family but it's hard without a mayne And the only way to make it is to get him fo' his change, but I'm sayin Use your brain baby, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em) Use your brain baby, do the right thang (Lemme talk to 'em) Spike Lee Wake up, wake up It's a new day! C'mon brothers, wake up C'mon sisters, wake up ATL, wake up, wake up, baby Chi-Town, wake up wake up Brooklyn's in the house! Wake up, Brooklyn! Ludacris! Common Sense and me, Spike Lee Ludacris Always do the right thang I got it, I'm gone |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
[Lady]
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility Inmate, state your name (Darren) This phone call may be monitored and recorded 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 you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie To my cause J.B., stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you You looking at a man that would die for his daughter, just to let her breathe And I'd definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just to see what he's seen But then I'd take 'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cause and every week said he wanna hit the streets But he never struck a deal cause his mouth will never squeal Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal Send some pictures of the fam and nasty pics of Shawnna If you ever have to leave I got your mother and your daughter Born in this way of living and our youth is stuck To be safe it's safe to say the justice system's fucked up! If you doing 25 to life, stay up homie I got your money on ice so, stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie And until you hit the bricks, stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you [Beanie Sigel] Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all That box, a motherfucker, it could stress a nigga balls Especially when you broke and home base ain't accepting your calls And you don't hear your name when it's mail time Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushing back on your hairline Fucking ? will have you stuck in that pill line Your bitch miss the V-I this weekend The food in your locker keeps shrinking, your celly feet stinking The canteen ran out of menthol's Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers Niggas play the phone room reckless and get hit with new indictments Talking about old connects and new prices Stress'll take a young nigga, give him an old face Or stress'll take a dumb nigga, give him a new case That shit I used to tell my walkie Lil' Itchy, all he did was smoke weed and drink coffee I know he miss me To my man Lil' Nell (stay up homie) To my man Steve P (stay up homie) If you locked in the box keep makin it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you To my man Paul Selene (stay up homie) To Abdul McKeith (stay up homie) Until I see you in the streets keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you [Pimp C] Uhh, if your people locked up you need to send 'em some shit Cause it's never too late to stop being a bitch A magazine and some pictures is a nigga's whole world When I was down them niggas fell out so I'm riding with the girls Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake ass dudes They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food Cause commissary is so very necessary It's so close to bein slavery, in Texas nigga it's scary I reached out to C-Murder right before I came home And when him home, let me go I make sure that his books was on And three months later that nigga came home too Ain't no limit to this shit cause now his dream's coming true I'ma keep riding with Bun cause UGK will never stop And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot (yeah) Bitch, and I'm as trill as you can be They 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 alive Open the dead roll balls Now this dead man walking parking million dollar cars It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real With a shotgun, burning at the back of your dome 300 years left, my dog ain't never coming home One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine Almost died, in Camp Jay nigga, ride or cry Cream has suicide attempts, Precious took his own life White boys can't handle the pain at night You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your ass shook And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook You all in bitch, sit down when you piss Sweet ass, you a ho, watch I blow you a kiss (mwah) To my cousin Jimmy Watson (stay up homie) To my homeboy Mack (stay up homie) If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you [Pimp C] To my nigga Pharoahe (stay up homie) To my nigga Z-Ro (stay up homie) If you're locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you To the king Larry Hoover (stay up homie) To my partner Shan-O you gotta (stay up homie) If you're locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you [Ludacris] To the homeboy Shyne, stay up homie To my nigga Mystikal, stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
[Chorus: Bobby Vasquez]
Baby, I gotta, get you up out of your clothes, your clothes, your clothes It's somethin about the way you move I just cain't let go, let go, let go Baby, youuuuu've got me open Baby, I just wanna make you mine By the end of the night, end of the night By the end of the night [Ludacris] It's inevitable and incredible, listen, it's Luda! By the end of the night you gon' be wantin to marry a nigga Cause I make 'em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver Get 'em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillow Cut 'em up like Jason, just face it that boy Luda's a killer Half man, half gorilla, beatin all on my chest Pleasin all of your flesh, squeezin all on your breast Givin you reasons to rest, and ain't never say no to papi Wake 'em up like Folgers cause I fold 'em like origami Hey mami let's get it poppin like Orville Redenbacher The way you move once you started nothin could ever stop ya Sweeter than Betty Crocker, and I'm ready to belly flop ya Just mention today but for now I forever gotcha [Chorus] [Ludacris] (Whoo!) Verse two, it's like this Gotta get 'em up out of them clothes, if I throw a couple dollars then pose We could drink a couple bottles and go, and ride off in the Impala on vogues And Rolls, gold is all on my neck, all on my wrist So just let go of yo' hoe, don't hog her to death, lend her to Chris Just for a little while for a little bit Just wanna see her smile and get the bigger fish She said that you had a little dick Now how in the hell can she benefit from somethin like that? I be up in that cat, make her put a hump in that back Black, I swing low and sweet chariot, meet me at the Marriott Key access, I'll be at the very top Don't hesitate to stop the elevator either I'll show you the ups and downs, you'll be my elevator diva [Chorus] [Ludacris] All I need is a couple hours baby, for real Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Loius and Gucci Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy Rockin Republic, True Religions and Citizen's jeans Your Jimmy Choo's are so sexy but Giseppi's is mean La Pearla lingerie, ya panties and bra matchin Put down your clothes and I'll put you UP on the latest fashions Cause with cameras and action, I'm a deadly assassin I love your clothes but what's underneath I love with a passion [Chorus] [Ludacris - over Chorus] Gotta get you outta them clothes baby Somethin about the way you move I cannot let go, whoo! You know you got me open I just wanna make you mine, haha By the end of the night, you gon' be mine Luda! And Valentin' the dream [Bobby Vasquez + (Ludacris)] Don't leave your girl round me (guard your women fellas) Said don't leave your girl round me (Disturbin' Tha Peace) Don't leave your girl round me (yeah, whoo!) True playa for real, for real, for real, for real Don't leave your girl round me Said don't leave your girl round me Don't leave your girl round me True playa for real, for real, for real, for real |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
"Everybody Drunk"
(feat. Shawnna) [Chorus:] Everybody with me drunk as fuck Break it down and roll it up Everybody with me drunk as fuck Break it down and roll it up [x4] [Ludacris:] Ok, Ok, Ok now everybody with me drunk as fuck Break it down and roll it up Everybody got they killaz with 'em Rep yo side and throw it up Po' it up and it's goin' down Light another blunt and it's goin' round Puff puff pass you can toast yo glass Later we'll screw and slow it up If you make it fast, I can make it last And I'm a nigga that's makin' cash 8 figures in the bank and I pull yo rank What you thank with ya hatin' ass Hehehehehe, you think you fly, I know you not Hehehehehe, you tote yo knife, I tote my glock Big body cadillac, women in the backseat, Speakers steady pumpin' as I pass these losers Yo car too small, why? cause I can't fit my women in a PT Cruiser Get ya cake up, get ya weight up way up to the top 'til u can't go further These snitches is after my riches and yes I smell bloody murder When I cock back with a drop dat can't block dat lock dat fools betta stop dat Otherwise you can pop back But after dumpin a round you'll be wonderin' where the cops at Where the cops at? cause I'm drunk as fuck Tell'em I'm far from sober Cause if the po po happen to pull me over I'm a just tell'em... [Chorus x4] [Shawnna:] Swisha after swisha, I blow dat official This one fo' my niggas and everybody witcha Pop another bottle, I'm a rep chicago With dem 22s on dat black on black gallardo, in da front door Gotta bottle of goose you know I'm finna get loose Get it buck, buck holla wassup To all my niggas in back and all my bitches in front put ya cups up Put ya drank in, put ya smoke in Put ya pop in, get ya roll in Do the OC, got me open Big diamonds, you jokin' And I don't know what I'm gone do But I'm gone so I'm thinkin' 'bout rollin' up One to the head like a real thoroughbread Know what I'm sayin' let me hit it Roll it, roll it up And I smoke it up Don't give a damn if I choke it up I broke it up and I toke it up Eyes hella red and my throat lit up I don't give up and I don't give in You don't get high nigga don't get in But won't yo friend cause he want my friend And I been on fire since I don't know when, I don't know when Now errbody with me pourin' up Errbody with me hold it up Errbody with me know, if I say so, It's gone be throwin' up [Chorus x2] |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
"Everybody Drunk"
(feat. Shawnna) [Chorus:] Everybody with me drunk as fuck Break it down and roll it up Everybody with me drunk as fuck Break it down and roll it up [x4] [Ludacris:] Ok, Ok, Ok now everybody with me drunk as fuck Break it down and roll it up Everybody got they killaz with 'em Rep yo side and throw it up Po' it up and it's goin' down Light another blunt and it's goin' round Puff puff pass you can toast yo glass Later we'll screw and slow it up If you make it fast, I can make it last And I'm a nigga that's makin' cash 8 figures in the bank and I pull yo rank What you thank with ya hatin' ass Hehehehehe, you think you fly, I know you not Hehehehehe, you tote yo knife, I tote my glock Big body cadillac, women in the backseat, Speakers steady pumpin' as I pass these losers Yo car too small, why? cause I can't fit my women in a PT Cruiser Get ya cake up, get ya weight up way up to the top 'til u can't go further These snitches is after my riches and yes I smell bloody murder When I cock back with a drop dat can't block dat lock dat fools betta stop dat Otherwise you can pop back But after dumpin a round you'll be wonderin' where the cops at Where the cops at? cause I'm drunk as fuck Tell'em I'm far from sober Cause if the po po happen to pull me over I'm a just tell'em... [Chorus x4] [Shawnna:] Swisha after swisha, I blow dat official This one fo' my niggas and everybody witcha Pop another bottle, I'm a rep chicago With dem 22s on dat black on black gallardo, in da front door Gotta bottle of goose you know I'm finna get loose Get it buck, buck holla wassup To all my niggas in back and all my bitches in front put ya cups up Put ya drank in, put ya smoke in Put ya pop in, get ya roll in Do the OC, got me open Big diamonds, you jokin' And I don't know what I'm gone do But I'm gone so I'm thinkin' 'bout rollin' up One to the head like a real thoroughbread Know what I'm sayin' let me hit it Roll it, roll it up And I smoke it up Don't give a damn if I choke it up I broke it up and I toke it up Eyes hella red and my throat lit up I don't give up and I don't give in You don't get high nigga don't get in But won't yo friend cause he want my friend And I been on fire since I don't know when, I don't know when Now errbody with me pourin' up Errbody with me hold it up Errbody with me know, if I say so, It's gone be throwin' up [Chorus x2] |
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from Ludacris - Theater Of The Mind (2008)
{*audience cracks up and applauds*}
[Chris Rock - Intro] 2010, that's right, we in the future Atlanta, Georgia MILLIONS of albums sold, MILLIONS of moneys rolled I see why +Everybody Hates Chris+ - YA LIGHT-SKINNED BIATCH!! (SING ALONG WITH MEEEEEE...) {Cannon...} [Chorus] Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!) Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!) Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!) Yeah, I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+ Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!) Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!) Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!) Yeah, I guess that's why +Everybody Hates 'Cris+ [Ludacris - Verse 1ne] Hey! Okay now, this is for the Gs' and this is for the hustlers This is for the diamonds and the WATCH all clustered spread 'em like mustard (yep!), canary yellow Now women in my face like "HELLO?" (Waddup?) Yea, I'm sort of a big deal (deal) These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel (wheel) This five course dinner is sort of a big meal (meal) This Bentley GT can make Luda disappear faster than David COPPERFIELD, mutha-FUCKA! ...Hahaha I'm talkin five star tellys, and Penthouse Suites Yea, I'm just a +Playboy+ between +Penthouse+ sheets (okay!) Hit the club and go and party with some Penthouse freaks (say what?) Party with Britney, Lindsay and Paris together Get in line and buyin bottles that's taller than Chris Webber And makin haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers 'cause my ice gives 'em cold as if they under the weather (cool!) but my women keep me warmer than a POLO sweater - they better (I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+) [Chorus] [Ludacris - Verse 2wo] Hey, now I stay fresh to death draped in gangsta fits (okay) Over twelve million sold, I drop gangsta hits (yes sir!) Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips You would swear I'm 'bout to get into some gangsta shit Oh no! Here comes trouble, my vision is skewed I can only see in doubles, two models, two bottles that'll pop like bubbles, and when I get home {Two...one...zero..} the girls' tops lift off like air space shuttles {Liftoff (*rocket flies*)} (And I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+) It's sixty seconds 'til BLAST off! My car got a face lift and took its mask off Tint so dark it look like I took the glass off The body was white for eight weeks befo' I finally decided to take its cast off (whoo!) Now it's blacker than a bottomless pit You talk shit you'll end up, wit bottomless lip (BLAOW!) I hit a nigga so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit (BLAOW!) Then I be wit Bobby V. on that +Anonymous+ shit - ya hear me? (And I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+) [Chorus] [Ludacris - Verse 3hree] Hey... (Let's go!) I go for BROKE like TLC The hottest nigga on the mic - yeah, I believe that's me (Me, bay-bay!) Now all the ladies wanna give a lil' T.L.C. (C'mon, girl) 'cause Luda was set for LIFE after three LPs' (Ching!) - Yep! Still countin, still climbin the charts and rappers still talkin shit like they was rhymin in farts (Waddup?) I cross the finish line twice, they still tryin to start (Nope!) But my infrared beam will make 'em shine in the dark (BLAOW!) (And I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+) [Chorus] [Chris Rock - Outro] I never did like this motherfucker.. The only rapper that, goes to the airport without a gun in his bag {*audience laughs*} WHAT THE FUCK?? You tryin to stay outta jail? How DARE you?! {*audience laughs*} He got six albums, what you tryin to fill up an iPod, nigga?! {*audience laughs*} Ludacris, onstage at the Oscars GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!! That nigga onstage at the Oscars I don't like it, I don't like it one motherfuckin bit Taking parts, from good actors {*audience laughs*} This motherfucker can't act Ah, "Hustle & Flow" - NIGGA, YOU +PLAYED+ YOURSELF! {*audience cracks up and applauds*} Nigga...How DARE you?! {*appluads continues 'til the end of the song*} |
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from Ludacris - Chicken N Beer (2003)
Yea, Gotta feel me on this one
Ain't none of this shit happen over night I'm talking bout a long time coming motherfucker! [Chorus] It ain't clean in these streets, its mean in these Glocks up hats down fiends in these streets So please pay attention when you're coming around To cut the block got its eyebrows down, ya heard me? Yea I'm still back for the first damn time So grab a hold of your seat while I open your mind And take you back from when I dropped down from heaven And I came out my moms and had a mic as my a fucking weapon When I was three I was just a little D But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a real MC And at the age of 9 I wrote my first rhyme Soon rapping became one of my favorite pastimes Every where that I went spitting and babbling Showing my ass, growing up then started traveling From one city to the next, Luda landed in the ATL Where the pimps and the players dwell I made a tape, did shows and got exposure And kept learning as my black ass got olda No matter what I just kept at my trade I made mistakes but stayed sharper then a Ghitsu blade [Chorus] Age 14, my talent show a beast outta cage I would of won but disqualified for jumping off stage But I ain't care, cause this game has started to open its arms When I was at Benicka High School pulling fire alarms So I could get a crowd around me, make a name for my block People told me "keep flowing," they ain't want me to stop Was back when Big Nose John was my human beet box We'd skip school, hit open campus and watch out for street cops Now I'm known around the town as that nigga that raps From the hills that made high to them G roll traps And I was still making demo's, perfecting the craft And some said I wouldn't make it, they would giggle and laugh So I picked up a couple books by Donald Goins Bout the business of this shit, how to flip a few coins Before the age of 18, I was destined to make it My bank account read Disturbing The Peace, incorporated [Chorus] Age 18, I'm strugglin, just to survive But got a gig workin for change at 97.5 Now I'm rapping on the radio, increasing their numbers Still Ludacris but alias was Cris, Luva Luva Late nights I'm in the studio and using their tools Me and puma smoking weed and breaking all of their rules And I was krunk, all the big wigs was hearing my songs But nobody did SHIT and they was taking too long So three years went past, and I saved enough cash To make my own record lable and put myself on blast The album was independent, it was just for the streets I sold 1,000 copy's in my first f**kin week Then went on to sell 50, put the cash in my hand All the record companiesbite me, but I chose Def Jam And the main reason that I made it and I love the A-town Was cause the block had its eye brows down, ya heard me? [Chorus] Yea, been waiting a life time to get what the fuck I got It's real man, hardest working nigga in show business Believe that Shout out to Lil' Fate, I Dub, Titi Boi, Shakazulu Yea! Woo! Peoples music that I used to play, some happy and some jealous Cause I'm showered with cash and they can't remove their Umbrellas Peoples music that I used to play, some happy and some jealous Cause I'm showered with cash and they can't remove their Umbrellas You get randy, don't ya? |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
{*phone rings twice*}
[Ludacris] Hello? [Shawnna] Whassup? [Ludacris] What's up baby? [Shawnna] I need you right now [Ludacris] What you doin? [Chorus: Shawnna] + (Ludacris) I'm all alone in my room, layin on my bed sheets Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy My body's so tight and I'm needin you to stretch me Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy (ha ha) Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy [Ludacris] + (Shawnna) Well I'm way over on the Southside cruisin in the 'llac But I'ma make it to yo' crib in 'bout fo' minutes flat Keep talkin how you're talkin baby, what you got on? (I got a blace lace bra, leather boots and a thong) Well I'll be there in a double Expect when I step through the door that it's 'bout to be some muh'fuckin trouble (Ooh, what you gon' do?) Sweat you out 'til you thirsty Pin your body to the ground and have you beggin for mercy [Shawnna] Ooh, baby wait a minute, you in my head If I'm woke or if I'm dreamin I see you in my bed 'Til you makin me MMM, and you makin me YEAH Now hurry up and make it to me cause you makin me wet [Ludacris] I'm drivin fast as I can baby hold it together Cause when I get you in my arms I'ma hold you forever Get you wet as Niagara Falls, a rebel with a cause I'll be breakin down the do' so tell me where you are [Chorus] [Ludacris] See, you got me eager as a beaver See this the type shit get you the keys to the Beamer or some cheese if you need it Cause you got that good-good; you love it how I beat it like you stole it when you throw it cause we keep it hood-hood And I wish you would-would be my slave for the night We could turn the bedroom into my cave for the night [Shawnna] I'll be yo' favorite delight And make me call you daddy while I'm takin the pipe You makin me bite after you push it too deep I need that type of lovin that'll put you to sleep I wish you could see [Ludacris] Well I could see it if you want me to, we could get the camera We could roleplay, you the artist I'll be your manager You could be the nurse I'm the doc (doc fill me in) Play "cops and robbers" or "cowboys and Indians" In the end, let's say you won't know what hit ya Now I'm pullin in the driveway and comin to getcha! [Chorus] {*door opens and closes*} [Shawnna] Hey baby [Ludacris] What's up? [Shawnna] Took you long enough [Ludacris] Yeah, I'ma make it worth the wait though, lay down [Shawnna] Yeah... {*moans*} [Ludacris] Mm-hmm, yeah |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
{*phone rings twice*}
[Ludacris] Hello? [Shawnna] Whassup? [Ludacris] What's up baby? [Shawnna] I need you right now [Ludacris] What you doin? [Chorus: Shawnna] + (Ludacris) I'm all alone in my room, layin on my bed sheets Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy My body's so tight and I'm needin you to stretch me Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy (ha ha) Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy [Ludacris] + (Shawnna) Well I'm way over on the Southside cruisin in the 'llac But I'ma make it to yo' crib in 'bout fo' minutes flat Keep talkin how you're talkin baby, what you got on? (I got a blace lace bra, leather boots and a thong) Well I'll be there in a double Expect when I step through the door that it's 'bout to be some muh'fuckin trouble (Ooh, what you gon' do?) Sweat you out 'til you thirsty Pin your body to the ground and have you beggin for mercy [Shawnna] Ooh, baby wait a minute, you in my head If I'm woke or if I'm dreamin I see you in my bed 'Til you makin me MMM, and you makin me YEAH Now hurry up and make it to me cause you makin me wet [Ludacris] I'm drivin fast as I can baby hold it together Cause when I get you in my arms I'ma hold you forever Get you wet as Niagara Falls, a rebel with a cause I'll be breakin down the do' so tell me where you are [Chorus] [Ludacris] See, you got me eager as a beaver See this the type shit get you the keys to the Beamer or some cheese if you need it Cause you got that good-good; you love it how I beat it like you stole it when you throw it cause we keep it hood-hood And I wish you would-would be my slave for the night We could turn the bedroom into my cave for the night [Shawnna] I'll be yo' favorite delight And make me call you daddy while I'm takin the pipe You makin me bite after you push it too deep I need that type of lovin that'll put you to sleep I wish you could see [Ludacris] Well I could see it if you want me to, we could get the camera We could roleplay, you the artist I'll be your manager You could be the nurse I'm the doc (doc fill me in) Play "cops and robbers" or "cowboys and Indians" In the end, let's say you won't know what hit ya Now I'm pullin in the driveway and comin to getcha! [Chorus] {*door opens and closes*} [Shawnna] Hey baby [Ludacris] What's up? [Shawnna] Took you long enough [Ludacris] Yeah, I'ma make it worth the wait though, lay down [Shawnna] Yeah... {*moans*} [Ludacris] Mm-hmm, yeah |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
It's two a.m. in the morning and it uhh..
light showers and you're probably hookin up with that girl that's been, two-wayin you all week. Her baby daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around. It's okay to check in that Motel 6. $59.95, not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho. Yeah. Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers - magnum I hope. This is Phazon Love and uhh, I love hoes. I just don't pay 'em! [Hook: Jagged Edge] Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up! Oh-whooooooo, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em [Ludacris] I'm kinda hopin that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C. So later on we'll be rollin Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch My niggaz never listen but I told 'em When I catch you at the game runnin game at the A.U.C. that later on we'd be bonin Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back that No wonder why you wakin up up swollen [Twista] I'm feelin you Luda', smokin my buddha, coochie recruiter Comin at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash on the back and leave it drippin down the crack of her ass Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin booty sucker silly puddy Killin for money, still a thug get bump; from some pokin and locomotion hittin bunnies, for threesome getcha buddy When I'm feelin scummy I love to cut [Ludacris] Tan skin so, butter soft I'm rippin the buttons off yo' - BLOUSE Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' - HOUSE Check the ratio of men to women and women to men when down - SOUTH Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo' - MOUTH So we love that k-k-k-k [Hook] [Twista] Now I got the feelin we can cut the hell out each other And I hope we be the same thang - freaks We can get the mattress goin eh-err, eh-err Handlin business while I bang bang - skeet Wash the dick off and kick off another session again I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors The pieces from the East is the shit and the flesh in the West is the best but Twista love them Chicago and South hoes [Ludacris] Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day Cum six times - but it's seven today Ludacris in the back of your Chev-e-rolet Ahh, ahh! What's my name? So magical I come and touch the game You motherfuckers really lust to gain Nothin but hatin and a look of disgust So it's must, stay Adrenaline Rush Wonderin why they don't be bustin the same [Twista] I'm clutchin my thang; stuffin in it, strokin it down, beat the stuff up Uh-uh shorty, don't run from it She give me the booty I'm breakin it off I can tell a stab by the way that she walk Fatty flickin like it was dubs on it Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels Pullin rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag befo' I tap it I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that k-k-k-k [Hook] [Ludacris] Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the bathtub Makin you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs It's killin me thinkin about the bottles that pop The models that swallow willin, up under my pillow stayin strapped up If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape So give me the rope you gettin wrapped up Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I'm fresh and fruity Ya duty's to figure the booty's gettin slapped up [Twista] I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head How I dip up in it we can make a video but I got the radio bumpin Jagged Edge by the bed When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist' But after we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together because now you gots to ride out - bitch! [Ludacris] Oh 'Cris, can you - do it again, that's what they askin me Hit skins, causin catastrophes Get pinned, by me and my family Sip gin, fulfillin yo' fantasies In yo condition I'm wishin you'll take a lickin and keep on tickin from thicker thighs Finger lickin never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes and you can tell she's a figure five, so we love that k-k-k-k [Hook] [Jagged Edge - repeat 2X] Cut up, gettin brains, in the Range We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs I like it when you let me try, anythang Cause girl I ain't got nothin but time Let a nigga get a little cut up girl I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy, where the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty. Can it be, Sheila E, Appalonia, Vanity, all mad at me? I'm the Prince dick of insanity. I'm good lovin, body-rockin, knockin boots all night long, we not stoppin. I don't care if the kids watchin, I stir it like motherfuckin coffee and brown sugar. Girls dem sugar. World class lover. Kama sutra, porno music producer. Tallywhacker is a rock hard storm trooper with a purple helmet, made for crushin pink cookies. Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies; and fat women, because they need love too. So go on big girl, whatchu gon' do |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
[Intro]
Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend) We gon' do one more offerin right now We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes And we gon' do one mo', right after that Yes, women you lookin so very beautiful here today Some of you with the same thang on from the club last night(oh) The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away Please Lord Jesus I wish you'd taketh away Sister Mary's wig Oh you disrespectin the House of God with that thing on It don't even look 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 forgive me for the mistakes I've made And thanks for keepin my momma safe when she wrecked my Escalade See I could replace a Cadillac but I can't replace my momma I'm sorry for the hip-hop beefs, we sorry for the drama But you gotta understand us rappers ain't never had nothin And one's loss is another's gain so we gotta grab somethin Lord, got so many questions I need the answers to And sorry for the thangs I put my baby's mama through I feel that women are really the strongest human beings but why do you make 'em so emotional, and other minor things I guess it's your way of sayin we gotta love 'em and gotta praise 'em cause without 'em we'd be nothin, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em while we, out and about and seein what life has to offer But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin sense And I've been... [Chorus One] Searchin so looooong, I was lost in the clouds I'm tryna stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud It took me some tiiiiime, but now I see That Heeeee resiiiiides, in me yeahhhhh yeah [Ludacris] Lord, forgive me for anytime a fan said I was bein rude I'm only human, I'm not always in the best of moods But thanks for givin the gift of rap to write my feelings down And sorry for cursin sometimes but feelings make me shout 'em out Forgive the people that wanna blame everything on rap music If they didn't live it they can't relate or even adapt to it Forgive those who don't think I'm great and wanna see me go Forgive Oprah for editin most my comments off her show Don't get me wrong, I know some people got a image to hold But those who criticize the youth might just be gettin too old We still travellin through life, findin what's right or wrong I know some folks may not agree or even like this song But I'm just speakin MY truth, cause I heard it sets you free And my conversation's with God, even though he speaks through me I'm smarter cause of my daughter, and I'm NOT too dense I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin sense And I've been... [Chorus One] [Ludacris - over Chorus One] I've been searchin so long I admit that I've been lost in them clouds I'm just tryna stay strong baby You know I'ma make you proud I know life is full of contradictions I'm tryna become a better man Prayin for redemption, each and every day (Hallelujah, as the choir sings) [Chorus Two: sung by choir] Searchin so looooong (so long) lost in the clouuuuuds (in the clouds) Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud! Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee (oh now I see) Heeeee resiiiides, in me (yeah) (Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest in the house tonight Came with some words of encouragement, Bishop Eddie Long) [Chorus Two - repeat 2X, minus ad libs] [Outro: Bishop Eddie Lee Long] What you just heard is real life It's real life for you, it's real life for many It's about where you been, yet at the same time you Ay, you find yourself, in the midst of conflict and turmoil Yes I'm talkin to you, in the midst of conflict and turmoil Cause you realize HEY - it's, time to change right now And in the middle of that I wanna say this The Bible says that when I was a child, I spoke as a child I understood as a child, I fought as a child Hey, but when I became a man I put away those, childish things Did you not know that your environment has shaped you? Where you were born, in the projects, in the ghettoes In the upper downtown, wherever it was The people around you, the things around you cause you to do strange things because, you were seeking to learn But what you learned, was on the streets, and not in the book God called you a prophet When you open up your mouth, everything of God comes out And it commands attention, it commands change I'm talking about the power, that's inside of you And in the midst when you're, starting to understand that I caught the wrong message, and now it's time I'm hearing from God, what amazing experience, as you hear from God He said, "Is there forth any man be in Christ, he is a new creation" Old things are passed away, somebody needs to hear that and behold Everything becomes new, and when everything becomes new in you It's time to stop the killing I said it's time to stop the stealing It's time to stop disrespecting our women It's time for us to come home and raise our children It's time for us, to really mold our communities It's time for us, not to get hooked up in religion But to get hooked up in relationship, with God And the amazing thing about it is wherever you find yourself right now, you can confess and you can tell God "I'm sorry; I had the wrong cue, I was doing the wrong thing I was going after things that I thought were right, but it wasn't right And now that I'm getting it right, I'm asking you to forgive me And I may have done the things, that they said I did But I'm not, who they say I am; I am who you made me to be and I'm changing in that, and it takes a few moments But every time I fall down, I'll get right back up And every time I make a wrong turn, I'll get myself back in line Because I recognize, I have been called, for such a time as this!" You can't resist the change And you're not condemned by your yesterday If you can grab hold of your now, and move in your destiny Move, change, and be, now! [Chorus Three: sung by choir] Searchin so looooong, lost in the clouuuuuds Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud! Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee Heeeee resiiiides (Heeee resiiiides) in me (in me yeahhhhh) |
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
I hate it when it's too many niggaz, not enough hoes Too many rookies, not enough pros The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my dick, BEOTCH!! I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOL We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels No holds barred but obey the block rules Cock tools put chlorine in record pools Are there anyone like ya (HELL NAW!!) I treat humans like students (FAIL Y'ALL) So turn ya books to page 69 and start suckin When Organized drop the tracks then start duckin When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin { Girl: You wanna be startin some'n } Get out the booth and lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down do's Save all the H20 for front rows Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes Stay chromed out and that's on or off road If you know what I mean proceed to stay clean Light skinded nigga turn red but get green Inhale some of that 'dro but blow steam Love a combination big ass and tight jeans { Girl: Boy you done lost yo' mind } No I've lost my virginity And I shot click like that fool shot Kennedy What's the remedy Hennessey Coke If you cut all your money you'd still be half broke Ashes to ashes smoke or get smoked We come by the masses you come and get choked If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope So now we eatin lobster shrimp and things And watch for imposters that's been in the game We invented the game and y'all just got hip { Dude: Man what's that smell } PROBABLY YO UPPER LIP Cause I love to walk around like my shit don't stank Even if it's cigars and that purple color dank Chillin in the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks So put this in yo' jaw like weiners and beef franks I put too much sugar in my Kool..Aid And party like a kid wit a high top fade Arrive to a show and I like to get paid Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats I'm on the right page but what's my format I wave to the ocean cause I'm where shores at And women go nuts just like my bozack Did you know that? Man I'm the gift of change Electric stoves so give me the keys to the Range Shagadelic, beautiful but strange Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flames Rearrange, same broad different night Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right The bomb threaten dude that's on yo same flight The highlight's that I live a high ass life |
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from Ludacris - Ludacris Presents...Disturbing Tha Peace (2005)
Georgia, Georgia Georgia, Georgia We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha Country Name Country Slang Fiens at the liquor store Lac Cruisin Crap Shootin 50 on the 10 to 4 Overcast the forecast Shows clouds fromt plenty dro And we ready for war in the state of...Georgia Dirty Words Dirty Birds Its mean in the dirty south If you ever disrespect it then we'll clean out your dirty mouth Bulldawgs is clockin These look out boys is hawkin You gotta be brave in the state of...Georgia I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone And tell somebody you need help in the middle of...Georgia We some ATL thrashers Scope your pumpkin and smasha We'll come through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster Don't know who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit Thats why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of...Georgia We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha I'm from the home of the neck bones, black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee GA the peach state where we stay My small city's called Albany...Georgia Pecan country like catfish with grits Candy yams and chitlins Gram's homemade baked biscuits The land of classical Caprices and Impala super sports Ingredients in the peach cobbler called...Georgia I love the women out in LA And the shopping stores in New York The beaches in MIA But they ain't nothin like that GA red clay Look on your map, we right above Florida Next to Bama Under the Carolinas and Tennesse you'll see...Georgia Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train The birthplace of Martin Luther King Where ass so plump and hips are thick Where Lac trucks sit on 26's Know where your going or your get lost Found on these plum trees in the south These choppas will tomahawk your top down here in...Georgia We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map, Where the wet paint drip jelly on pirelliz an the chrome on the Chevy when im choppin in the trap Country as hell, dey sum warriorz, told sum to spray sumthan the same shape as Florida, Lookin for me boy, ya find me, outta Dougherty County in a small city call'd Albany...Georgia Where dey use to cAll us sum bamas, An now dey jockin da grammar Watch ya mouf unless you out foe sum mannar, Bunch of hustlaz run on every corna like the Waffle house in Atlanta Or I be camouflag'd out in Savannah...Georgia Now u might come foe vAcAchun, LeAve on probAchun Home of dA strip club, Known foe dA thyck gulz Where dA chickz put tipz in dA tip cup, Of thyck chick in A thong wit A big butt When it gettin on, wont b cheap when it on like peachtree, MAke A chick tAke it off like freAknik, down here in ...georgiA When u see dem confederAte flAgz yA know wut it iz, YA folkz pick cotton here dAtz y we cAll it dA field I got A chevrolet on 26'zzz, Im frum GA ...GA ...georgiA We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha |
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from Ludacris - The Red Light District (2004)
Hands Up Hands Up Here's another one and a and a and another one Ee Ee Why you all in my ear Talkin' a whole bunch a sh t that I ain't tryin to hear Get Back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that Ee Ee I ain't playin' around Make one false move I'll take you down Get back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that So so come on come on DON'T get swung on swung on It's the knick knack patty whack still riding cadillacs Family off the streets Made my homies put the baggies back Still snaggin' plaques Still action packed And dope i keep it flippin' like acrobats That's why I pack a mack that'll crack a back Cause on my waist there's more heat than the shaq attack But I ain't speakin' about ballin' Jus' thinkin' about brawlin' 'til y'all start ballin' We all in together now birds of the feather now Jus' bought a plane so we change in the weather now So put your brakes on Cats put your capes on and knock off your block Get dropped and have your face blown Cause I'll prove it scratch off the music Like hey little stupid don't make me looose it Ee Ee Why you all in my ear Talkin' a whole bunch a sh t that I ain't tryin to hear Get Back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that Ee Ee I ain't playin' around Make one false move I'll take you down Get back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that I came I came I saw I saw I hit him right dead in the jaw in the jaw I came I came I saw I saw I hit him right dead in the jaw in the jaw I came I came I saw I saw I hit him right dead in the jaw in the jaw I came I came I saw I saw I hit him right dead in the jaw in the jaw See I caught him with a right Caught him with a jab Caught him with an upper cut Kicked him in his ass Sent him on his way cause I ain't for that talk And no trips to the county I ain't for that walk We split like 2 pins at the end of a lane We'll knock out your spotlight and put end to your fame Holding D T P pinned at the end of yo' chain And put the booty of a swish at the end of a flaamme Ee Ee Why you all in my ear Talkin' a whole bunch a sh t that I ain't tryin to hear Get Back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that Ee Ee I ain't playin' around Make one false move I'll take you down Get back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that Hey you want WHAT with me I'mma tell you one time don't FUCK with me Get down Beat his ass ain't got nothin' to lose And i'm havin a bad day Don't make me take it out on you You want WHAT with me I'mma tell you one time don't FUCK with me Get down Beat his ass ain't got nothin' to lose And i'm havin a bad day Don't make me take it out on you Maann cause I don't wanna do that I wanna have a good time and enjoy my Jack Sit back and watch some women get drunk as hell So I can wake up in the morning with a story to tell I know it's been a little while since I've been out the house But now I'm here you wanna stand around runnin' yo' mouth I can't hear nothing you sayin' or spittin' so what's up Don't you see we in the club man shut the fuck up Ee Ee Why you all in my ear Talkin' a whole bunch a sh t that I ain't tryin to hear Get Back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that Ee Ee I ain't playin' around Make one false move I'll take you down Get back You don't know me like that Get back You don't know me like that 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 The red light district |
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from Ludacris - Get Back (Int`l ECD Maxi) [single] (2005)
★★강남 NB&Har..
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from Ludacris - Back For The First Time (2000)
what (what), what (what), what (what), what (what) I (I), I (I), I (I), I (I) [Pastor Troy] OK, come on, what [Ludacris & Pastor Troy] what (what), what (what), what (what), what (what) oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oohhhh) Get off me, but I'm on you all day Get off me, I don't think you wanna play You wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me cause you way too dusty, and rusty, and musty You betta shop that make you pop up from lock up but you tell your folks to hold you're jack up to back up (to back up) I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room It ain't nothinnnnn A a watch out watch out, boom Call me the hit man, 'cuz I make you wanna call time-out Then I make your mom cry-out, when I take your whole spine out then watch me take ya, and fake ya, and shake ya, and break ya and see you on hoooome to your maker You should give up now for talkin shit like that But then you nothing, you garbage you betta' watch ya' back (OK, OK now) Now it's the Pastor, shook 'em, showin my mooooooves I'm in that 2000 excursion Ridin on 22's, I hear da boom But booms just get me more crunk It's the DSGB forever [Luda] Ridin on pump I stunk, or did I say stunk, I meant stank (UN huh) I think I'll take it please, or in another coffee break you aint, but you can pretend to be homey I'm stiff arming these busters just as soon they get on me |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
What the fuck's up!
DTP in this mother fucker And for all ya'll that don't like it Do one thing, get the fuck back 'Cause all my niggas iz ready Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna Let's show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace Get the fuck back, bitch (shooting and screaming in the background) *Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Fuck That! Get the fuck back! D-low make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Bronson, mutha fucker, give me more than three feet DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way I'll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots) See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass I'm from the southside, College Park G Road, niggas gone Ride when the beef starts Don't hold back, let the heat spark One's through his vest, one's through his chest Sleepy hollows put the niggas to rest, uh Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Shaw make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town better love that Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight What you know about projects, hoes, and murda whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga We pop bottles, bottles, right over you head, niggas Put nozzles, nozzles Right over your leg, niggas Our motto, motto Is kill 'em instead, niggas We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half But I use a full clip, cuz I'm a full fledged killa Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Fate make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight We the filthy niggas from the South, A-Town represent us Strong armin' motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixed tapes Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood oze I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse Just keep on pissin me off, like a week kidney And you will find your family reading your obituary These people tryin' to scrub the red off Stains they don't get off They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin head off I got a letter from the government, the other day They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay They on their way, three minutes to get the k Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and imma spray Fuck That! Get the fuck back! We make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Fuck That! Get the fuck back! We make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town better love that Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Repeat 2x [1st time Ludacris, 2nd time Fate] Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane They put me in a ward, imma have to maintain But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change |
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from Ludacris - Release Therapy (2006)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Never scared to be different, the impossibles put into existence. For instance, this is me. What did you expect from the 5th LP? Gone for a minute now I'm back again. Back to back, back to break backs again. Put'em in the back seat of the 'lac again, and rip off the Magnam packagin'. What's happening I'm looking for some girls gone wild.(gone wild) I'm just trying to make these girls all smile(all smile). And I'm gonna make'em dance, So I could see them shake they ass, Then I put'em in a trance, Till I get'em out they pants. Then I'll take'em to a level they might've never been before, We goin' hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below. I got somebody I want you to get ta know. ME. Feel this like Jack the Ripper, Hip hop needs help so I'm back to flip her. Flip her on her back Cause I'm back to stick her and throw up on the track Like it's full of liquor. [Chorus] You felling kinda warm, like you was having (sex) You wetter than a storm like you was taking (X) Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise, So baby close your eyes, get ready for what's(next) You looking at raps most consistent, man whatever they can't do I can. What they want to be in the future I am, a hip-hop mogul's right where I stand. Goddam I'm good, stretch another limit to music I should, Do it like I know and how only I could. Do it like a pro and how only I would. Still I'm looking for some girls gone wild.(gone wild) I'm just trying to make these girls all smile(all smile). And I'm gonna pour petron, till I get'em in the zone, And I'll get 'em all alone, till I make 'em wanna bone. Then I'll take'em to a level they might've never been before, We goin' hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below. I got somebody I want you to get ta know. ME. L-you to the D-A-see to the are-I-S and yeah that's me. The gift to read minds got ESP. Hottest thing on the go since PSP. [Chorus] Wow, MC's, I bake'em. Put me in a circle of homies and I'ma break'em. Might've took your brain a minute to process. Could take the whole game a minute to top this. Just figured out that I'm ahead of my time, wit a flow so fast I'm ahead of my rhyme. Ya clock is off beat, better set it to mine. With a 6 year run havin' a helluva time. Cause I'm always looking for some girls gone wild.(gone wild) I'm just trying to make these girls all smile(all smile). And I'm gonna get high, till I make'em touch the sky, Then I make'em wonder why, why why am I so fly? Cause I took'em to a level they might've never been before, We goin' hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below. I got somebody I want you to get ta know, me A millionaire with extra paper. If you haven't heard go and ask your neighbor. I'm like hot sauce with extra flavor, So put it on your tongue for your mouth to savor. [Chorus] |
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from Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (2002)
*GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep,
GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep IF YOU'RE TIRED BE QUIET AND GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep Maaan, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (go to sleep) They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep 'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense Read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent Then about where your time spent Mess around get your guys hit; a ten HUUUT! I send Three-Six ol' sheeyit, nigga WHAAAT? If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or hell you would Nigga I got shotty's and semi's - I love 'dro and Henny All brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many I got QP's and halves - if we beefin' I blast You sleepin' I laugh, ask 'Cris, I'm off the rip I had this hoe who talked too much; I had to off the bitch 2-0, Mr. Crayola; niggas know what I mean 'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green And all you faggot- muthafuckas gotta know the routine * Repeat Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors I look for div-idends - I ain't lookin' for you hoes You bitch can't com-prehend; let me put one in you bro Let me put one in you bro, so you niggas can go to sleep So, lay down bitch; gimme all that you dreamed for Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boi It don't mean a thing, boi, for me that ain't gon' swing, boi Them god damn toys; do you know what I mean, boi? Now if you warrin' and runnin' from them Three-Six niggas This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga Or bustin' massive 'round some S.K. My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yo' cascade I'm strippin' bitches and I'ma ball fucker with a limp They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp And quick to sink her on the nigga 'cause this what it's 'bout We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth We Memphis niggas * Repeat North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mouth Nigga we be smokin' life; never shut ya Charlie Brown Memphis niggas in this bitch; pockets full, ya know we bail Hooked up with my nigga 'Cris, then we head to A-T-L Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "Fuck you hoe!" Nigga rollin' optimo, as long that white shit up they nose Mayn this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around Juicy J be high as fuck; catch me in the lost and found Better use common sense checkin' me out for bitch I can stand for And up, get yaself in this clique Without my tongue licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a slut Look, I'm from Gittero what? Southside niggas throw it up when it's time to get buck Niggas in the back of the club postin' up Waitin' for a nigga that's new to make it up Ass in, ain't no askin'; it's no tolerance as long bitch check in She wit' me, comments will only get'chu basically eternally resting So abide by the call of the streets If ya got a bitch better keep her on a leash ? gonna creep in ya home while you gone Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets * Repeat |
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