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ludacris 1. U Got A Problem? Yeah come see this nigga come see this ol' light-skinned mothafucka I seen him and I'm addicted he servin a piece of da click please tell dis fake ass niggas who you are [Ludacris] I be dat nigga named Luda' Alert Alert it's the ATLlien intruder College Park waterboy, spittin in ya cooler I jam till they deaf, they call me Slick Dick Da Ruler Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed ??? closed, come out dem clothes hoe Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po And I chose, to be dat numba one contender, Southern offender Fuckin up ya whole Agenda When I walk you try to run When I run you try to hide You skated the snap of my finger Call me Golden Gley Its you and I, Do or Die, who am I? I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm sly Why try, you one of dem niggaz that like to cheat death and I'm one of dem niggaz that rip up Excursions til there is no seats left You shit out weed checks and fart out deep breaths While we talk dirt till da bottom of ya'll ??? -Skit Who, dat nigga Cris? oh dat nigga is aight Dat nigga can't fuck wit me thou Let me get on da mic Nigga, who da fuck called you nigga [Ludacris] I be dat nigga ??? Playaz wanna ball or go on strike cause of my ??? They think I want they bitches But I don't want no pigeons yet pigeons can scrub my dishes And ya'll don't want no scrubs till ya'll pull out ya'll extensions Ya'll in school detention that'll neva come out Man I'll catch yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth Cause we da shit in the South, they know what I'm talkin bout You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph For I swerl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames Not even Joshua can come to +War+ wit dis +Games+ These bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns You all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya brain and dats tha simple and plain man Three W Dot Shhhh (Man dat dude Ludacris got dat hotter than hot shhh) Well sh-sh-sh-shut da fuck up Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut da fuck up -Hold on man hold on lil buddy ya'll talkin bout shorty man Shorty up at da radio station? Shorty be poppin man? Let the name be known who ya'll talkin bout [Ludacris] I be dat nigga dat love a lover Im askin if you think bout yo parents sex each other No glove, no love, betta tell yo dick to run for cover So when lightening strikes, you can be safe from a few rubbers If you know what I mean Not everybody is Mr and Mrs. Clean Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams girls backin dey ass up now they 400 degrees Ha Hot girl, tryin to give to niggaz up on da block girl Have you screamin "STOP GIRL" I rock worlds with my 9 inch louie-ville slugga still wonder why they call me lova lova Self Explainatruim Ass Valedictorian I bring 'em back to da future like an '85 Delorium Da Luda drug emporium On da counter prescription you like my diction and my Doctor nurse convention I put da stethoscope quite close to yo tittie Have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly [Ludacris] *Talking See me, see me ha ha ha C E O D T P Infamous 2-0 Fate Forsta 4-ize Shondrez on da beat Playa circle ??? College park Virgo nigga, what wha ahh ahh ahh....
Game Got Switched Chorus: I hate it when it's too many niggas 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 Verse 1: I got em whip like miracle Ludacris lyrical fool We dirty south Shut up yo mouth We rock jewels No holds barred But obey the block rules Cock tools put chlorine in record pools Are there anymore like ya Hell nah I treat humans like students Fail y�all So turn your books to page 69 and start sucking When organize drop the track and start ducking When Ludacris get in the bed then start fucking You wanna be starting somethin Get out the booth and let me tell y�all the truth We kick down doors Save all the h20 for front rows Live in the bank and watch what stank hoes Stay chromed out And that�s on or off road If you know what I mean Proceed to stay clean Light skinned nigga turned red but get green Inhale some of that dro but blow steam Love a combination big ass and tight jeans (Chorus) Verse 2: Boy you done lost yo mind Nah I lost my virginity And I shot quick like that fool that shot Kennedy What�s the remedy Henessy coke If you cut all yo money you still be half broke Ashes to ashes Smoke or get smoked We come by the masses you come and get choked Take me for a fool I�ll take you for a joke Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope So now we eating lobster shrimp and thangs And watch for imposters that�s been in the game We invented the game And y�all just got hipped Man what that smell Probably you�re upper lip Cause I love to walk around like my shit don�t stank Even if its cigars in that purple colored dank Filling in the Gump wit no track of Tom Hanks Go put this in your jaw like weeners and beef franks (Chorus) Verse 3: 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�d like to get paid Arrive to a ho and I�d like to get laid Right up on my back like rugs and floor mats 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 bosack Did you know that Man I�m the gift of change Electric stove so give me the keys to the Range Shagadelic beautiful but strange Went to Magic City saw Nikki in blew flames Rearrange Same braud different night Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right The bomb threaten� dude that�s on your same flight The highlights that I live a high ass life (Chorus)
1st And 10 Verse 1: I started wit 10 Mack 10�s 10 clips and 10 peers Got 10 times richer in the span of 10 years Bitch I�m10 times 2 on a scale from 1 to 10 I�ll battle 10 crews wit the strength of 10 men At 9 I was into crime sex and drugs pushing an 89 box Chevy sittin on dubs 9 thugs all ski mask black suited wit gloves Ready to imprint yo chest wit at least 9 slugs Man I ate 8 clips wit 8 tricks Watching 8 flicks You�s 86 if you ate pussy wit fake lips I figure 8 when my mind goes in circles Did I do that or was it Mystikal and Erkel Or the 7 AK 47�s so what I got 7 seven hoes stopping by at 7 to fuck They�ll put 7 in your chest 7 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 until you settle the score Verse 2: I got six hoes distributing on six blocks That�s blistering from cops trying to stop These rock from distributing Six gunshots left I a pine box for his picture hit It�s street justice now it�s six holes in yo casket Get me a high 5 and I�ll put the nine lower than your esophagus And smack you so hard that you have to come wit 2 pacalyps 5 stars 20 rims 5 cars I�d add more but I had to subtract one from 5 bars I got 4 44�s on the rip on the floor For you niggas talking shit I�m finna show you what for I did 4 month in the bing instead of a hurst Now it�s DPT for life nigga 4 better or worse I fucked 3 best friends ran all three the same game In these streets I�m all murder I get three and alias names I�m three times insane 3 shots a cave yo brain on 3 fire when ready cock back and aim (Chorus) Verse 3: I�m packing 2 22�s and twice the ammunition On at Friday the 13th what up now superstition I�m a 2 timer wit a couple of twins Double Jeopardy Wit a pair of 2 deuces in a 2 seater Benz I got motto get dough till you go I got one main lady the rest of y�all is Hoes I�m numero uno wit one more before I go If you think I ain�t the one bitch you too slow And all you zero ass nigga ain�t nothing to me Because I chop up O�s move dro and chop keys 06 is my click along wit PC Pretty Rick, Kalill, V-slim and Shawn Dree�s (Chorus)
"What's Your Fantasy" (feat. Shawna) [Ludacris] Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah give it to me now, give it to me now give it to me now, give it to me now [Shawnna] Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah give it to me now, give it to me now give it to me now, give it to me now chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna (repeat 2x) I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave but I got to kn kn kn know what's your fan-ta-sy [Ludacris] I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line while the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree And if you like in the club we can do it in the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P. Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top Lick it don't stop, keep the door locked while the boat rock We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait til the show stop or how 'bout on the beach with black sand lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom or in back of a classroom how ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon see I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and out last 'em and if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em I'll let 'em free and the tell me what they fantasy like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me chorus [Ludacris] I wanna get you in the bath tub with the candle lit you give it up till they go out or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert cause you know I got sold out or red carpet dick could just roll out go 'head and scream you can't hold out we can do it in the pouring rain runnin the train when it's hot or cold out how 'bout in the library on top of books but you can't be too loud you wanna make a brother beg for it give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud we can do it in the white house tryna make them turn the lights out champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing what's my name, what's my name, what's my name a sauna, jacuzzi in the back row at the movie You can stratch my back and rule me You can push me or just pull me on hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uh eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet chorus [Ludacris] I wanna get you in the back seat windows up that's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt, ruff sex make it hurt in the garden all in the dir Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way I like it twerk Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade on the top of my escalade Maybe your girl and my friend can trade Tag team off the rope, on the ocean or in the boat Factories or on hundred spoke what 'bout in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little bootie up with my belt scream help play my game dracula man I'll get my fangs horse back I'll get my reigns School teacher let me get my grades chorus: (repeat 4x)
"Get Off Me" (feat. Pastor Troy) [Ludacris & Pastor Troy] 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) chorus: [Ludacris] get off me, but I'm on you all day get off me, I don't think you wanna play (repeat 2x) [Ludacris] you wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me 'cuz you weigh too dusty, and rusty, and busted [Pastor Troy] 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) [Ludacris] I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room [Pastor Troy] it ain't nothinnnnn' [Ludacris] 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 ho fine-out then watch me take ya', and fake ya', and shake ya', and break ya' and see you on holdddddd until you make her [Pastor Troy] you should give up now for talkin' shit like that but then you noting, you garbage you betta' watch ya' back chorus [Pastor Troy] (OK, OK now) it's the pastor, ? her, showin' my move [Ludacris] up in that 2000 excursion [Pastor Troy] ridein' on 22's I hear da' boom [Ludacris] but booms just get more crunk [Pastor Troy] it's the DSGB foreva' [Ludacris] we ridein' on pump [Pastor Troy] I stuck, or did I fake punk, I'm in dea (UN huh) I think I take a ??? or you can pretend to be homey [Ludacris] ??? as soon they get off me chorus (repeat 2x)
"Ho" (Chorus) Hooooooooo (Ho) Youza Hoooooo (Ho) Youza Hoooooo (Ho) I said that youza hooooo (Ho) (Repeat 1x) (Ludacris) You doin ho activities With ho tendencies Hos are your friends, hoes are your enemies With ho energy to do whacha do Blew whacha blew Screw whacha screw Yall professional like DJ Clue, pullin on my coat tail an why do you think you take a ho to a hotel? Hotel everybody, even the mayor Reach up in tha sky for tha hozone laya Come on playa once a ho always And hos never close they open like hallways An heres a ho cake for you whole ho crew an everybody wants some cuz hoes gotta eat too (chorus x2) (Ludacris) Cant turn a ho into a housewife Hos dont act right Theres hos on a mission, an hoes on a crackpipe Hey ho how ya doin, where ya been? Prolly doin ho stuff cuz there you ho again Its a ho wide world, that we livin in feline, feminine, fantastical, women Not all, just some You ho who you are Theres hoes in tha room, theres hoes in tha car theres hoes on stage, theres hoes by tha bar hos by near, an hos by far Ho! (But can i getta ride?!) NO! (Cmon, nigga why?!) Cuz youza (chorus 2x) (Ludacris) You gotta run in your pantyhos Even your daddy knows that you suckin down chocolate like daddy-o's You hos are horrible, horrendous On taxes ya'll writin off hos as dependents I see tha ho risin it aint surprisin its just a hoasis with ugly chicks faces but hos dont feel so sad and blue cuz most of us niggaz is hos too (chorus x2) (Ho) Muthafuckas im so tiired of yall niggaz always talkin bout hos this, hos that, you tha muthafuckin ho nigga I wasnt no ho last night (Pimp) Ho, bring yo ass! (Ho) Ok, hold on
Album: Back For The First Time Title: Hood Stuck [Chorus] (Ludacris) Eastside, eastside nigga wha? (Eastside, eastside nigga what?) I'm talk bout da Westside, westside nigga wha? (Westside, westside nigga wha?) Northside, northside nigga wha? (Northside, northside nigga wha?) Southside, southside nigga wha? (Southside, southside nigga wha?) [Ludacris] Good luck, time to get hood stuck Caldasac trap, Mr. Good Stuff Ludacris give me 20 push-ups Last summer, got da hook up You know what I did Who'd eva thought up they grew up on one of the BeBe Kids Type of rat, sat on my ass And fiendin' for cash Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pass Now what we got 'round here is a 20-20 twins and whats up in my hand, is a bottle of Gin I love women so I'm in it to win it In it to green In it to get in it and get in it again You got two booties so you whippin yo chin And I don't blame you I lay in da sand, ya'll lay in da snow and make angels My ice piece dangle make my chest look older Touch it and fall apart like yo High school folder I'ma Trojan man, BHS hall supplier Shady park resident and southside Rider [Chorus] [Ludacris] Get back, time to get hood jacked Gold chain, took dat World of Ghetto fabolous Dopeboys and Hoodrats Becareful what you look at cause you lookin to long You might go blind in my briefs cause my dick is too long I'm gettin nutt while I'm singin this song and there is enough for everybody in da party while ya'll hittin da bong But ya'll be hittin my schlong you play the flute quite nicely When teeth interrupt, you can watch as I get fiesty Oh no, you suckas didn't request back up Broads I seem to rack up When I pull da gold acta Get slapped up Drove up da wall Put it in Reverse you can hope for the best, but expect the worst You at a place like some D's on a Hurst Its quite funny Phat Rabbit, playboy bunny It seems as if thats what I need Filthy south and Ds Thats why I roll in from da Southside breeze Give it to me now [Chorus] [Ludacris] Your pick time to get hood sick Hit'em wit a good lick Clean out yo house from da couch to da toothpick EastSide Ruthless WestSide leave 'em clueless my Northside mackers got dis broads actin foolish And do this for a living while you stuck up in yo cubicle Nightlife runnin dis streets, it sounds beautiful Women break a cuticle Ballas break bread Southside, I represent it till I'm dead What wha [Chorus x2]
Album: Back For The First Time Title: Phat Rabbit [Ludichris - Verse One] I be that nigga named Ludi a k a L-O-V-A L-O-V-A Fuck that shit Nigga what you wan say one time Southside let's ride (say what) And if you love what you do, do what you feel Then I know you gonna mark my words Yall drop shit like birds Then it's about the time for yo ass to get served Just lay it on down Just lay it on down While we relax to the tight raps And the phat tracks That that nigga Timbaland put down Oh yes, let's get it on down to the nitty grit Don't have no time for the patient Cuz I got more dick than a lil' bit And time flies, when I'm havin' fun I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just "run baby run" I guess that they can't handle this Brothers just to scandalous If you don't wanna get freaked then get out my way like an ambulance (say what) Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the fake And tell you boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hate Kick back relax, and just take off yo shoes Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea [Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS] Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That-that rabbit (ohhh, c'mon) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That-that fat rabbit (uh oh) [Ludichris - Verse Two] Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack Showin' them where that love's at So open up your eyes and get a surprise like in CrackerJacks Punan' Don happy Givin' up that nappy dug out Get the cut up, then I cut out Why you standin there wit yo' butt out (whoo) And it's always in the back of my mind Wherever the place, whenever the time Even in College Park, after dark, I'ma get my sunshine Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in ya Beginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner And let dinner be served Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder and put so much light in yo' life I'll make the roaches scatter The wetta the betta, I'm ready to get ya Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar So I can freak ya like I just met ya Hot like a sauna, get comfy like in a Cadillac Nick nack paddy wack give a dog a bone Jack Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea [Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS TWO] Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it) Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it) That-that rabbit, girl (ohhh, c'mon) Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it) Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it) Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it) Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat rabbit) Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it) Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it) Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it) That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh) [Ludichris] Yo' love is supa-cala-fragalistic You don't know how bad I missed it If it broke then don't fix it Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit Reminisce like Mary I gotta pop that cherry Kinda like that coochie You wanna be my hoochie Better than my advesary Don't be so scary I, never thought that you could act up Make a nigga wanna back up Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up So we can slip and slide Make you wanna dip and dive Trippin' while we rip and ride Til I get to the coming side Got you where I want yo ass In the case of an emergency, break the glass Keep yo eyes on the President, erase the past We be happy if we had more blunts to pass Get done up and run up And the guts of yo butt don't shake like they used to I wake �em up like a rooster Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster No worry, no hurry No pain, no gain Keep yo eyes on strain Cuz ain't a damn thing changed Kick back, relax and take off yo shoes Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea [Repeat CHORUS TWO] [Crowds] Let me touch it, let me touch it Let me feel it, let me feel it Let me grab it, let me grab it Fat rabbit, fat rabbit (repeat x4) [Timbaland] Wha, uh huh Yea Dirty South, can y'all really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast, feel me Dirty South, can y'all really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast, feel me Dirty South, (uh huh) can y'all really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast
Album: Back For The First Time Title: Mouthing Off [Ludacris] Look, when it all comes down to it... we ain't have shit its word of mouth [Ludacris] Ludacris, 4-ize, its like dis I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust then give you a $80 dolla certificate to Pussies 'R Us I eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but da crust So you can feel what its like with instinct but no guts A sack wit no nutts or A mack wit no sluts Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched They call me Seymour Butts Cause I get more ass than most they say next and got dat butta love and get too close Follow da leader cause I'm meaner than Abdulablugata My trials of more quest than midnight Marauders its all Pina Coladas No cops and robbaz Takin' trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas I hump more than Llamas Get rolled more than tires If you say I'm not nice, than you a mothafuckin' liar entitled to your Opini-um into the next millenium So many major coins that I thought I had a Millio-um [4-Ize] Yo, I am going to blow up the earth with my few dirty ??? explosive space modulator Buda, we praise you, meditatior Drop squad interrogator 85 percent regulator the Educator and the Almighty Creator Dedicator The seperator, of fiction I start friction smoking hay without the crucial confliction 4-Ize prescription Microphone, Jackie Stallone Psychic Prediction Egytian describition of my psychical, my flesh is weak and its pitiful Spiritiual is hooked up to da Invisibile Umbilical Cord of my Lord Kumbiya Devine ??? Remove paper of tar from every cigar I slap authority like the boy Ja Ja Half Allah, Half Anti-christ superstar Rockin da microphone wit a hand like Mr. Claw While I'm hitting Three... Harder than Sonny Bono Double Dragon mixed up within a Volvo I kill villians in Slow Mo for talkin crazy in my Dojo Got nothing to lose like I'mma Boxcar hobo When I get Ludacris with bridges on da promo Niggaz wanna clown, I'm homie and Bozo Cause in the grandprize game my life is callin like Dojo the name sticks like ??? I keep it reala than alien autopsy photo You similiar to a Spice Girl going solo You lost like ??? or a dog named Toto My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo ??? Promos Virgo, bust ass like a mothafuckin' Homo Como.. Estes? Tony Del Negro Built to destroy these kid's blocks of Legos Lego my Eggo cause I say so Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted Manifested, Elevated, I uplifted The Elevator, the esclator, Thats not a knife Thats a knife Pocket out and leave the Alligator Wrestler Cause I hustle Ya Unda da china Big Trouble, Little Sewer but I still find ya Cause I'm thinking Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky Yo, my third eye is blinky
Album: Back For The First Time Title: What's Your Fantasy? (Remix) [Ludacris] Yeah (Remix) Yeah (Remix) Yeah (Remix) Yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now, give it to me now [Shawna] Yeah (Remix) Yeah (Remix) Yeah (Remix) Yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now [Ludacris] I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed down, to the down to the, to the floor I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy [Trina] I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know what's your fantasies [Trina] (Ludacris) You know what I need Somebody that who can come li-li-lick the clit (Alright) And a nigga who ain't thinking 'bout a Trina LP And I'll make him go and get my shit We can go from a fly ass jetta to a Coupe De Ville Hotel tally ho or the Beverly Hill A real nigga not the run of the mill To come and spank me and make me shoot to kill From the kitchen then you can move me To the jaccuzzi and out the booty Come and do your duty Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie Butt naked in a bed of cash Make tough stuff stutter when I shake my ass Damn she back, I though she a thing of the past Cause I'm a bad bitch and I'm off the glass (Okay) Having sex in little jets menage'tois Getting buck wild no matter where we are Indie 500 in the back of the car In a dark ass club on the back of a bar Never want, never ever wanna leave Work for me like league over seas I want a man to fulfill my needs To keep my body trembling and buckle my knees [Ludacris] I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy [Shawna] I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed, down to the down to the to the floor I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy [Shawna] I wanna do in the canopy I wanna do it where your girl gon see and get mad at me I want a nigga that'll grab the weave And turn my eyes Chinese Tell me baby can you handle me? I wanna do it all in your mouth Then I'll pull the ass out Make you bounce till you pass out Or we can cut up in the grass And give the neighbors a flash Can you tell me who the bad motherfucker now? Said I wanna take-ta-take-take a nigga back to the crib And I wanna do, do all the things that I never did Like I up on the top-to-top-top of the projects getting head Or you can find me in a dro-drop-drop-drop on dubs in the candy red I like a nigga when he face down, mouth wide Polo down with them blades on the ride Give me a pound with the case on the side But it's okay I'm gon break something tonight Oh see get on your knees And I'll show you what's my fantasy Like up in the coupe, coupe Tell your bitch she ain't gotta be mad at me [Ludacris] I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave (Remix, remix) But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy [Foxy Brown] You gotta li li li lick me from my ass to my clit Then you gotta su-suck the pussy while I sit on your dick And I wanna talk some shit while I feel it get stiff And then ruba-dub on my tits while I nut on your lips nigga I'm a BK bitch, love to ride dick Ass in his face, cock spread out Nigga uptown, nigga down south Same ol' shit, foot's in his mouth F-O-X call me rough sex Especially when a bitch get right on the X Get it, right on X Fuck him, check right to the next Bitches go right, Fox right to the left Nigga can't fuck, burner on his chest 36 D's, Prada on the breats Baddest, send him home with na na on his breath What? How you think a bitch got my rep? 3 Mills, still BK to the death Still don't give a fuck Still pose naked Still specialize on sittin' on niggas faces Pop magnum's by the cases X5 Benz still spend big faces Big frown, brown, hold first places You know what you can do nigga? You can li li li lick me from my ass to my clit And ruba-dub up on my tits while I nu-nut on your lips, fucka [Ludacris] I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy [Shawna] I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy [Ludacris] I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy [Shawna] I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy [Ludacris] I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy [Trina] I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know what's your fantasies
Album: Back for the First Time Title: Rock and a Hard Place Yeah yeah It's an everyday stuggle Trying to get out Trying to get out Trying to make it Check this out nigga What Chorus: I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place Bad luck is what resluts from my paper chase I keep looking it ain't no dough So I don't wanna look no mo what (repeat) I need to get away to another day or place in time And find where reality can ease my mind And shine on me like the sons of the earth For what it's worth my turf is ruff and rugged so I gave birth To a dream where cream lies between All the dirt and the gravel so I battle to achieve my green And still try to move forward at a steady pace Cause bad luck is interfering with my paper chase So I erase the crime lies and sad cries Wit sore eyes and keep mines on the uprise But it don't work cause im steady getting jerked By my neighborhood up to no good where bad niggas lurk The urk me leaving effects that's too negative So Ludacris is looking for a better place to live And I can't stand it it's really got me buggin It's like im in the war and I just keep on tuggin cause i'm Chorus I try to find a way outta this maze It's got me crazed im in a daze So many ways to boost into a different phase But I can't think I can't do nothing You think I'm fronting You hear me grunting Lord you ain't even saying nuttin I need some currency before there's an emergency Forget crimes I won't let my mind get the best of me It's not gone happen I'm trapped in two worlds On one side I see diamonds on the other I see pearls It's a whirlwind disaster with two damn sides So i'm gone with the wind and come right back with the tide Cause I keep my eyes on the skies and my head in the clouds And when my mouth is shut up it makes my thoughts get loud It's like a crowd in a stadium Mils I be craving em Money making schemes locked up in my cranium Cause I need outta this critical situation My mind's in jail I don't know the time that it's facing i'm Chorus I'm sick of knockin I'm sick of clocking I'm sick of droppin in a hole never reaching my goal It's got my soul seperated into pieces It just increases I'm hit wit anger like a cooked tit wit hot greases So if you understood my attitude Maybe you feel what i'm feeling And then it start appealing To ya intellect and aspect of dreams and aspirations Death by temptations even got my heart basting So i'm tracing the line where I can find a better path And make it last sit back and laugh before the aftermath The tragic flaw is what makes it raw So let it fall and i'll get through it even if I have to crawl My way, I see the sun and there's no delay And i'ma pray cause the lord will make a brighter day Or will he keep me in his holding cell But enough wit the questions the only story to tell is that I'm Chorus
Album: Back for the First Time Title: Southern Hospitality Uh, Cadillac grills Cadillac mills Check out the oil on my Cadillac spills Matter fact candy paint Cadillac's kill So check out the ho's my Cadillac fills 20 inch wide 20 inch high Oh don't you like my 20 inch ride 20 inch thighs make 20 inch eyes Hoping for American 20 inch pies Pretty ass clothes pretty ass toes Oh how I love these pretty ass ho's Pretty ass high class anything goes Catch em in the club throwing pretty ass bows Long jime jaws long jime stalls Any stank puss make my long jime pause Women on they cells making long time calls And if they like to juggle give em long jime's balls Chorus: All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin ass niggas wit the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the flo nigga throw them bowls All my women in the house if you chasing cash And you got some big titties wit a matching ass Wit ya fly ass boots or ya open toes When ya get on the flo nigga throw them bowls Dirty south mind blown dirty south bread Catfish fried up dirty south fed Sleep in a cot pickin dirty south bed Dirty south guls give me dirty south head Hand me down flip flops hand me down socks Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks Hand me down a 50 pack swisher sweets box And goodfella rich niggas hand me down rocks Mouth full of platinum mouth full of gold Forty glock cal keep your mouth on hold Lie through your teeth you could find your mouth cold Rip out ya tongue cause of what ya mouth told Sweat for the lemonade sweat for the tea Sweat from the hot sauce sweat from the D And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me Chorus Hit by stars hit by cars Drunk of the liquor getting hit by bars Keep your girl close cause she's hit by far Hit by the Neptune's hit by guitars Afro Picks afro chicks I let my soul glow from my afro dick Rabbit out the hat pullin afro tricks Afro American afro thick Overall country overall jeans Overall Georgia we overall clean Southern Hospitality we overall mean Overall triple overall beams Thugged out niggas wear thugged out chains Thugged out blocks playing thugged out games All black tinted up thugged out range DTP stay doing thugged out thangs Chorus 2x (Nigga throw them bowls) (Nigga throw them bowls) (Nigga throw them bowls) (Nigga throw them bowls)
Album: Back For The First Time Title: Catch Up (Chorus) 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 (Ludacris) 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 Chorus (Infamous 2-0) 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 Chorus (F.A.T.E.) 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 Chorus (F.A.T.E.) 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!!
