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Ludacris - Let′s Stay Together

[Chorus: x2]
Everybody breaking, breaking Up...
Let′s stay together, (together [x2])
Let′s stay together Yea!

[talking: Ludacris]
Yea! tell Y′all a lil′ story right quick man, LUDA!

[Verse 1:]
First the Fat Boyz break up,
Now everyday I wake up,
Somebody done call it quits,
Shit I thought Bobby and Whitney stay together forever if they made it that long,
I guess the drugs weren′t that strong
And now it′s Russel and Kimora even Jordan and Wanita
And to top it off Brad left Jen for Angelina!
What the hell is going on in this World?!
This just can′t be! If Will and Jada can do it, then why can′t we?!
Hillary is still with Bill Clinton,
How did they do it? He got his dick sucked and the whole damn world knew it!
Now Paul McCartney losing half of his life,
All because he got divorced from his wife,
Somebody said "it′s cheaper to keep her",
But not in K-Fed′s case (nope!)
′cause Britney even had to pay for K-Fed′s case (Cha-Ching!) Nick and Jessica, Trina and Wayne
And if you broke up with your girl I know you feelin′ the pain because...

[Chorus:]
Everybody′s breaking, breaking Up,
Let′s stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let′s stay together United we Stand, divided we fall Common!
Everybody′s breaking, breaking Up,
Let′s stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let′s stay together United we Stand, divided we fall

[Verse 2:]
First it was Shaq and Kobe (yea), then Iverson and Philly (yea),
T.O. and Mcnabb (yea), even Game and 50 (yep!),
I guess sometimes you gotta let the past be the past (past),
But I′d give a hundred thou′ to see Jay with Dame Dash,
B.G. with Lil′ Wayne (yea!), Juvenile and Turk (yea!),
Mannie Fresh with Baby (un huh),
How can we make it work? Crunchy with 3-6 (yea!),
Diamond with Crime Mob (yea!), Lauryn Hill with the Fugees (what?!),
Remy with Terror Squad (Woo!), Lil′ Kim back with C′s and Snoop with More Dre,
Dre With Mo-Big Boys, CD′s with Mo-Plays,
Tribes with no Quest, Salt with no Pepa,
Even the Eagles broke up and got the Fuck back together,
Selling millions of copies And getting that cash
And Raz B said "Chris Stokes was getting that Ass", I don′t even understand it,
What the hell went wrong? Maybe folks will wise up and take heed to this song because...

[Chorus:]
Everybody′s breaking, breaking Up,
Let′s stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let′s stay together United we Stand, divided we fall Common!
Everybody′s breaking, breaking Up,
Let′s stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let′s stay together United we Stand, divided we fall (I can′t take it, Oh!)

[Verse 3:]
First Wu-Tang broke up, Now O.D.B. is gone,
Now I′m hearing Cam′ron don′t talk to Jim Jones,
Who would′ve saw that Shit coming?
Certainly not me, or Tha Dogg Pound break up, or Goodie M-O-B,
then Shawnna almost jumped ship from DTP,
If Chingy left and came back
Then damn it why can′t she?
We gotta think us of all for one
And one for all HIP HOP
United we stand divided we
Fall So why is?

[Chorus:]
Everybody breaking, breaking Up,
Let′s stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let′s stay together United we Stand, divided we fall Come on!
Everybody breaking, breaking Up,
Let′s stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let′s stay together United we Stand, divided we fall Come on!
Everybody breaking, breaking up,
Let′s stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let′s stay together United we Stand, divided we fall
[faded Ending]

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:08

Ludacris - Last Of A Dying Breed (Move The Crowd)

(feat. Lil Wayne)

[amazing intro...]

[Ludacris:]
Luda!..
I hadn′t killed so many niggas in the booth,
I sell rappers on e-bay,
Soldiers couldn′t cause more disaster on D-Day,
Haters better cover up their jon like freeway
Cause every hit record′s been instant like replays,
Hold the line I got yo momma on 3-way,
Tell her Luda′s got more records than a DJ,
Tell her she should blow me like candles on yo B-Day,
Cause I signed more lines than she′s passed on the freeway,
Mo′ checks than you ever could imagine,
Mo′ wood up in ma wippin′,
Than a forest full of cabins,
And yes I stay high on that purple like Aladdin,
Them women say I talk more game than Jon Madden,
Howd it happen howd they let me in the booth,
How they let these rappers lie,
How dare I tell the truth!
I′m the truth, and these other boys phoney,
It′s a movie so act like you know me...

[Chorus - Ludacris]
I′m a lyricist till the death,
So I got what you need,
Ludacris, I′m the last of a dying breed,
And we almost extinct,
So I′m saying it loud,
Say it with me: ′MC please move the crowd′
Say it with me: ′MC please move the crowd′
Say it with me: ′MC please move the crowd′

.. [DJ... ing]

[Lil Wayne]
I got it baby!
And I′m a MC,
I move the ground like Moses,
Like the Red Sea,
I wear red like roses,
Go against me and you be dead like roses,
Spittin′ at yo head for the bread like toasts,
Never had a ′oaster,
I keep it on my lap,
And hip-hop ain′t dead it just had a heart attack,
But you see I keep it pumping,
Yeah I got that hard back,
So just call me little carter,
Or little cardiac,
Precious like an artifact,
Valuable like a quarterback,
Edibale like they call me Jack,
Fall back like a starter hat,
And now did he thought a that,
I mean now did he think a that
I mean now did I think a that
Now like a rental bring-you-back,
I mean now did i think of that,
I just buy my self some time,
Some one could throw me a suprise party for every rhyme,
Everytime I do it,
I do it dirty like slime,
For the dirty and fine,
Hip Hop I′m alive!

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
This is music muscle mania,
my verse on steroids,
Probably planes,
I′m the Jet-son like Elroy,
Flyin′ through the sky at amazin′ speeds,
We on the super man cush and that amazin′ weave,
The new Bentley came out,
My team said: Luda, get it!
20 thou says I′m the only nigga with it!
New Era on yo brain,
like a A-town fit it,
I′m not E-40 but I′m so sick wit it!
That my flow got the flu,
Hoes I gotta pue,
But I′m stingey with the doe,
I′m like no not the ′U′
What the fuck was you thinkin!
Off what I′m thinkin′,
Me and Wayne on that lead,
What the fuck was you drinking!
Stinking like that dead body off in the wood,
So I snatched her like a weave coming off in the hood,
And if you down for no bad,
Then up to no good,
And it′s important that you make it understood?...

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:08

Ludacris - F5 (Furiously Dangerous)

[Hook: Claret Jai]
We’re so furiously dangerous

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lot of green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay packer
I pack the zero’s
Meaning mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin’ on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other boys double up
‘Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin’, or playin’ double dutch
I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Let me tell this to the people not understandin’ my moxy
Animal, watch me
if you think it’s ?, stop me
But then I hit ‘em with a flow, that they can’t even copy
See, we don’t play that
Where I’m from it’s like fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, thugs want a war
Bad jean, what you want to trade slugs with ‘em for
While you cuffin’ em more, I’m stuffin’ the jaw
Illegal for you to reworking Kevin Love on the board, dog?
You and your skills ? on my squad
I put you on a crash course in a smart car
Going speeding not relying on the brake pad
The car you still drive on the race track
So you lying bout your feelings and the Maybach?
A ghost tail for the Phantoms, face facts?
We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback
In the shape of a tatt, you done faded to black
GO…

[Hook: Claret Jai]

[Verse 3 - Royce da 5′9′′]
I went from eating top ramen to being top rhymer
Check full of commas
No regrets except for the drama
I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong direction
Now it’s time ya bow down in ?
Writ in my honour cause bitch I’m bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous? girl
She on E, feeling on me, singing on key
While I’m bumping We Are The World
Got a sniff from Britney, no he didn’t did he
“We run this town”
No he didn’t did he
I feel like tinting the glass,
You take a sip with me
She from the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Demand like a black man tryna get re-elected
He aint get it, did he?

[Hook: Claret Jai]

[Joell Ortiz]
? to the pedal
Pedal to the floor
Just whippin’ it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I’m settling the score
I don’t know what ya’ll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter fact
I don’t know what you’re waiting for
I aint finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I speak is hot
But bont be mad at least everything you speak is…
I can’t think of nothing nice to say, you’re not nice okay

[Crooked I]
Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur
My shit fly like I’m launching manure
Lord of the underground, God of the saw
On Hennessy black, ? to the jaw
Yeah I’m off the block
This aint work, call me “I’m off the block”
I’m a syllable, Hannibal, killer cannibal
With a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable ammo
Lyrical and I’m off the top
Rep that West till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe boys
New gold Rolls Royce, fall off the lot
Cock me, the only way you can stop me
I’m top seed, I pop green at my speed
So watch me, if you haven’t seen the phenomenom
I speak fast as Lamborghini’s in Ramadan

[Hook]

[Outro]
I suggest you shut it down
Pack your ‘ish and turn around
Because tonight, we run this town
So let your feet, still swiftly hit the ground

[Ludacris]
We too dangerous for the World

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:07

Ludacris - Call Up The Homies

(feat. The Game, Willy Northpole)

[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up nigga
What the hell is goin on,
I′m tryin to ease back,
And get my head in the zone,
Where the fuck you tryin to go,
Nigga this yo city,
Anywhere, I′m just tryin to see some ass and titties,
So full mash the gas,
The night is young,
All bull shit aside,
I′m tryin to have some fun,
Hit the hop in Lakewood,
Or ride down Slawson,
Or to Casino,
they say it′s just like Compton,
Really doesn′t matter,
Long as shots don′t ring out,
Nigga I stay strapped,
I don′t wanna pull the thing 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 ya rear view mirror,
I swear somebody′s following,
Rollin in that dark blue,
SS Impala and,
All up on tha bumpa,
Man I′m just sayin,
Tell me you know this nigga,
Naw they betta stop playin,
He sped up around,
And drove right in front of us,
Could be one time,
Just tryin to bust one of us,
Till he smashed the brakes,
And we almost hit him,
Throwin signs out the window,
like something was wrong with him,
Before we jump out,
And get ready to clown,
Nigga call up the homies,
It′s about to go down

[Chorus]
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 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

[Verse 2 - The Game]
Somebody tell Luda,
I′m on the way now,
Aight, just stepped one size 12,
Air force one in the A-town,
And you know where I′m headed,
To the Lennox Mall,
To get it done head to toe,
N.W.A. style,
Do it then, Keep it gangsta,
From the waist down,
And this chrome tre pound,
Got me feelin,
Atlanta brave now,
Right, disturbin the 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 everyday,
And I don′t make it rain,
It′s a hurricane on the way,
And I got,
The A-town pump,
It′ll make ya whole body,
Do the A-town stomp,
Then it′s off,
To the waffle house,
And pancake mix,
Ain′t the only thing,
coming out of mouth,
And the 42 D′s,
Coming out her blouse,
So baby, daddy coming in,
Game get out the house

[Chorus]
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 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

[Verse 3 - Ludacris & Willy Northpole]
Yeah I′m in a real life movie,
So this is take 3,
Where Luda step foot,
Out in Phoenix, AZ,
Super Bowl, super hoes,
Drivers on stroll,
So I put the call in,
To Willie Northpole,
Big homie I got ya,
Stick to ya like a cactus,
Welcome to tha bird city,
Cris take off ya jacket,
I know you kind of used to,
Big bootys in the club,
But ain′t nothing wrong,
To have a little salsa in ya blood,
I see a couple thugs,
With some bitch Tennessees,
My town but,
I still got Phoenix enemies,
Haters wanna stop em,
And I really wanna pop em,
But it′s hard to fight back,
When you got an album droppin,
Connect, We in south Phoenix,
Nigga Africa bang,
Matter fact Cris,
Tuck in ya Africa chain,
Cause I see some nigga staring at us,
With a lame frown,
I′m a call up the homies,
It′s about to go down,

[Chorus]
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 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

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:07

Ludacris - Contagious

(feat. Jamie Foxx)

[Hook - Jamie Foxx]
Simply 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 - that’s what you are (yeah yeah) that’s what you are, that’s what you are
Now that’s contagious (ooh ooh) ooohhh, that’s what you are, (Luda) hey

[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
I must admit that you are truly sumpthin’ 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, better 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 number one selection
I’ll 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’z, and’a we can break it down
To the nitty gritty one time, and when it comes to the sexin’
I get busy with mine, do you get busy with yerrz?
I guess we destined to see, baby girl you a destine to be

[Hook - Jamie Foxx]
Simply marvelous - that’s what you are, that’s what you are, that’s you are
More than outrageous, ooh ooh, that’s what you are
Beyond incredible - that’s what you are (yeah yeah) that’s what you are, that’s what you are
Now that’s contagious (ooh ooh) ooohhh, that’s what you are, (yeah, uh), hey

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
So supernatural, wonderful and miraculous
You got me buggin’ off your attractiveness like whoa! (whoa!)
So precise, so fine in your 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 cuz your body’s like boom (boom!)
How could I resist it, I’ll be there in a 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 in your neighborhood
Good gracious, yeah I do it right, and all night you are… (back to hook)

[Bridge]
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 me (ooh, ooh, ooh)
It’s contagious how your lips make me lose composure
Addicted to the kisses your blow got me swole up
There’s only one ?? That’s what you are to me…

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:07

Ludacris - Southern Gangsta

(feat. Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ving Rhames)

[Intro: Ving Rhames]
He′s a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"...
A true, entrepre-negro
CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace Records
He expended his empire into multiple profitable businesses
Including his Thai food restaurant, Straits
Internet sites, WeMix.com
And my favorite, MyGhetto.com
The MVP, of this rap shit

[Ludacris]
Luda! I′m a hustler, BALLER, gangsta, CAP PEELER
I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt
And mac-11′s that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps! (woo!)
But you′ll be swimmin with the fishes
Softer than bitches washin dishes, fool what′s the BUSINESS?
I′m already rich, so talk mo′ figures (yup)
Spit 30 large for cigars of you hoe niggaz (oww!)
I got gangstas that′ll rearrange ya whole face
And put your casket on ice, now that′s a cold case (ha!)
Never forget where you come or that block′ll bang you
I keep my ear to the STREETS like a cocker spaniel
I cock and blast you, into outer space
Break every bone in ya, you so out of place
Boom without a trace, you a bluff to block
I got some red beams, let′s play connect the dots!

[Interlude: Ving Rhames]
He′s the biggest boss, comin outta the M-I-yayo
Straight from the "Port of Miami"
To keepin it "Trilla"
Involved in many heated acts of violence
This goes deeper than rap shit
He′s worth eight figures
So young niggaz, boss up
I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss

[Rick Ross]
I got a letter from the government, the other day
I opened and read it, it said "We want hustlers"
Had a Lexus at 18, picture that
Got a Chevy with pictures on it from pitchin crack
Bitch I know Haitians, we speakin Creole
Bitch I′m a D-boy, still slingin kilos
I got twenty cars, why exaggerate?
It cost me five grand just to fill the gas tanks
Love the marble floors, got the Greek pillows
Frontin at awards, real street niggaz
I used to serve shake, now I serve steaks
Three squares on the road, call it 3rd Bass
Big ass face, chop you in your laugh face
Shoot his ass, aim defense is the last case
Keep Jewish friends, the newest Benz
You in a pool of blood, let me see you swim

[Interlude: Ving Rhames]
Hailing from College Park, Georgia
Authorities figured they must have been some sort of mob
Or illegal organization
According to authorities, they made a quarter mil′ a week
Selling {?}, they were some high-rollin hustlers
Tity Boi, and Dolla Boy
Playaz Circle, A.K.A., the Duffle Bag Boys

[Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]
Uhh, I′m so sick I wrote this verse in a hospital
It′s an election year, I support struggle
(We roll like bicycles, icicle flow)
(White liquor, my nigga stay on line with the blow)
I′m on time with the flow, not a minute nor second late
Ain′t no such thing as second place
(And every day I live heavyweight, you niggaz featherweight)
(Fairytale tellin niggaz really need to take a break)
And the estate got a lake for a backyard
(The pool room product put it all on my sacks card)
For real? (Yeah, for real)
I′m ill, I deal, I did, I will
(I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity two chains ridin in a two do′)
Bitches catch kudos (you know)
Yeah we move weight like sumos
And kicks it with them bitches like judo
SOUTHSIDE!

[Outro: Ving Rhames]
Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris
This has been another episode, of "Southern Gangsta"
Thanks for tunin in, what′s next for Luda?
Well, anything′s possible, in the (Theater of the Mind)

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:06

Ludacris - What Them Girls Like

(feat. Chris Brown, Sean Garrett)

[Ludacris]
Luda! (Yep)
S.G.!
Chris Breezy
(It’s Meeeee)

[Chris Brown]
Oh Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh oh oh oh oh
Oh Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh oh oh oh oh

I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I’m breathin on the hills
And it’s me that they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Chris Brown]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I’m breathin on the hills (HAHAHA!)
And it’s me that they wanna kill (LUDA!)
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Ludacris]
Relax & take notes,
While I’m put you up on game
Get a sweeter connect, as put up on cane,
But you should grab yourself a seat and Whisky Double,
Because the girls are the world ain’t nothin but trouble,
They like a little danger, And might not admit it,
But, They on for the chase and they want us to come and get
it,
Plus they love a young thug thats overflowin with swagger!
And that keeps all his women draped in Louis Viton Bags!
With Louis Viton pumps, look at them walk to ‘em,
I like open toast straps, but SG talk to em!

[Sean Garrett]
I wanna whole buncha girls to bring out the kryptonite,
Betta wear your cake, they bringin that kryptonite,

[Chris Brown]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I’m breathin on the hills
And it’s me that they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Chris Brown]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Ludacris]
I Know what you like baby!

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I’m breathin on the hills
And it’s me that they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Ludacris]
Yea, we gonna take this to verse 2,
Some of them wanna a family, a sense of security,
A neckless, bracelet and all other types of jewelery,
So, shop till you drop em, till it makes you psychotic,
Heres a triple Black Card, it aint trickin if you got it!
Others’ll stay content if you be makin them laugh,
Send em to the spa, a massage then bubble bath,
So later on, they can dance and throw a drink in their
hand,
And try any and everything they never did with their man,
me!
So get loose and slide of those garments,
Show em whose the boss, cuz they take orders from the
sergeant
There’s places on your body that I’m tryin to find,
So in the sack, talk to me, bout whats on your mind,
I got plenty more to learn if you’z invested in me,
They dont love me for who I am but who I’m destined to be,
And for that!, I’ll give you everything up under the sun,
Cuz in the end, all girls just wanna have fun!

[Chris Brown]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I’m breathin on the hills
And it’s me that they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Ludacris]
I know what you feel

[Chris Brown]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I’m breathin on the hills
And it’s me that they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Ludacris]
They wanna talk to ya, so shut up and listen!
So if you cant take the heat, get the f***k out the
kitchen!
Cuz a RA-da-da man for his Ra-da-da chick,
Gets That Ra-da-da pudding for That Ra-da-da shit!
I say,
They wanna talk to ya, so shut up and listen!
So if you cant take the heat, get the f***k out the
kitchen!
Cuz a RA-da-da man for his Ra-da-da chick,
Gets That Ra-da-da pudding for That Ra-da-da shit!

[Chris Brown]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I’m breathin on the hills
And it’s me that they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Ludacris]
Hahaha, Yeah! Whoo!
They wanna go on vacation! I know it!
Lets Go!

[Chris Brown]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I’m breathin on the hills
And it’s me that they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Ludacris]
Yes! They want what they can!

[Ludacris]
Women, I love y’all, theres just not enough time.
Believe dat, if your man don’t tell you how beautiful you
are,
Your beautiful baby!
I love women so much, I have one,
Hahaha,
LUDA! Chris Breezy, this too easy,
SG what up!
Hahaha.

[Chris Brown]
Oh Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh oh oh oh oh
Oh Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh oh oh oh oh

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:06

Ludacris - Ya Heard

[Intro]

Yeah
California - New York
Chictown know how I get down
MIA, ATL wassup
Houston, Frisco
Detroit get money just like LO
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: The Game]

You see that cherry-red Phantom on them big ass wheels
See I be playing with them cars I′m like a big ass kid
Crazy with that cap gun
So if we play Cops ′n′ Robbers, I′ll show you how to pop revolvers
Fit a cap too big, so it cover my eyes
That Lambo that ain′t shit, just a public disguise
And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane
And I be driving all crazy coz my diamond chain is (bright)
As them Las Vegas lights
It be the same in California when I′m riding at night
And New York I be in midtown, up and down Broadway
Having meetings all day baby my future is (bright)
As LeBrons take off from anybody
Tyra Banks on my arm, we′ll crash any party
Yeah, making it rain ain′t got shit on me
The way I ball the fucking owner should come sit on me
Yeah I′m fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back
Turn on the radio, its a wrap

[Verse 2: Ludacris]

Don′t you hear it? That nigga named Luda
Slicker than Ricta ruler, whoop as like Lex Luger
My money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa-Loompas
And I′ll Superman YOU and that ass like Lex Luther
????
I′ll take you to meet your maker
Right next to the Staples Center I′ll take you to see the Lakers (SWISH!)
On that Cali cush smoking like a muffler
So many red flags I could of sworn I was in Russia
I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorching
Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps having abortions
I ain′t having it (Nope) see ′em in the dead zone
Fake film boys, there′s more bass up in my headphones
Adjust your treble, I′m heavier than metal
My verses are hot as shit like I recorded with the devil
I′m on another level, they stuck on the elevator
And I′m about to blow this bitch, Game press the detanator
Fresh out of Georgia you heard I was back
Turn off the radio, its a wrap

[Verse 3: The Game]

See I come from the bottom, and they call me The Game
But I′m just happy that Beyonce know my name
I took that Dr Dre money and I bought me a chain
Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range
Then I bought me some pussy, then I bought me some brains
But I ain′t buying that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne
See, both of them niggaz spit, but y′all act like you don′t hear me spit
Like selling 7 million records ain′t the shit
I don′t win no Grammy′s, I′m too gangsta
And poppin Cristyle with Irv don′t make me a Wanksta
See I′m California certified, my niggaz make the murder rise
Read my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis "bye"
So I′ma break it down for them niggaz in the South
Slow it down, put this rose phantom (grill in my mouth)
Throw the Prada slippers on when I walk in my house
P Diddy and Tommy Lee know what I′m talking about
See I′m fresh out of jail I know you heard I was back
Turn up the radio, its a wrap

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:05

Ludacris - Nasty Girl

(feat. Plies)

[Ludacris]
A lady in the street but a freak in the bed
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed...
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed

[Chorus: Ludacris]
See she makes her own money, pays her own bills
Always stays fly, keeps it so real
But behind closed do′s she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do′s she a nasty girl
She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass
Walks so proper, talks with such class
But behind closed do′s she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do′s she a nasty girl

[Ludacris]
Yeah, I met this girl named Keisha, she was so sweet (yup)
Nails stay manicured, pretty little feet (woo!)
Shoes so sexy, body so hot
Hair lookin like she just came from the shop
Legs so smooth, clothes so tight
Style so sexy, makeup just right
Never too much, never too little
Black lace bra, Vickie Secrets in the middle
Eyes so innocent, smile so bright
Works in the mornin but she′ll party all night
All for her man, all cause she bout it
All cause she crazy in love and don′t doubt it
Product of her birthplace, know about the streets
Clean in the workplace, dirty in the sheets
Keeps her own toaster, makes her own bread
Lady in the STREET but a freak in the bed, cause

[Chorus]

[Plies]
Okay, okay, haha
I got a college girl who go to church e′ry Sunday
Had her sneak out of choir rehearsal to put it on me
But she′s so innocent, when she ridin, mami
One thing about her, she get her own money
Gave it to her yesterday while she was doin laundry
Favorite chore of mine, it′s my lil′ bunny
Bowl-legged and classy, such a real woman
Sex all night, go to work e′ry mornin
Text me from work and told me she was horny
Text her back and told her, "Me too mami"
When you get off work, daddy gon′ punish
You my nasty girl forever I promise

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
I got a doctor girlfriend that tells me, "Come home soon!"
She plays like my house is her emergency room
Tells me to undress and to lay on the sofa
Checks all my vitals like a doc′s supposed ta
All white coat, all white heels
And nothin underneath so it′s an all night deal
I′m her number one patient and delighted to be
And when she needs her medicine I give her vitamin D
But wait! I got a lawyer girl that′s so wild
And every single night she wanna take me to trial
Said she needs some evidence, and to show her the PROOF
So I put her on the stand and I give her the truth!
Cause I′m hung like a jury (jury)
Judge Luda preside over your body and I′m never in a hurry
You may proceed, let the games begin
And if I call a mistrial we gotta do it again

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:05

Ludacris - Regret

You must regret the day that you left me

Uhn uhn, he don′t deserve you (serve you)
He gone regret the day he hurt you (hurt you

Letoya!

I made you cool
You wasn′t that dude
Until I started fucking with you
Gave you swag (Swag)
And a duffle bag
You left the best you had
Now you gonna act like that
I got you right
I changed your life
Suicide doors, I cosigned
Gucci rags (Rags)
Louis travel bags
You left the best you had
Baby don′t look so mad

You must regret the day that you left me
You must regret the day that you left me
Still tryna get back, get back
Still tryna get back, back with me oh
Still tryna get back, get back
Still tryna get back, back with me oh

VIP was all on me
Now your at the bar with 1 or 2 drinks
Popping game (Game)
You look so lame
Without me your pimping ain′t the same
First class flights
Dipped in ice
I had your neck and wrist oh so bright
Popping tags (Tags)
Is a thing of the past
You lost everything you had
Chasing them scallywags

You must regret the day that you left me
You must regret the day that you left me
Still tryna get back, get back
Still tryna get back, back with me
Still tryna get back, get back
Still tryna get back, back with me

[Ludacris:]
Listen
Hey sexy, tell him that it′s over
Tell him you my baby
And my coupe is your stroller
Tell him his Louis Vuitton scarf is your bib
Or that you call me daddy, and my house is your crib
And if he cries, I know how to control that
Give him some bottles of this conjour cognac just to shut him up
She said you wasn′t half the man I am
So I guess he had to double up
He′s still trying to get back like the soldiers
Dreaming and it′s time to wake him up like Folgers (Wake up)
I just hold her, you use to put a loader
Shoot up on the brain, but you lame now it′s over
I keep her by my side like a holster
I plan to make a full house
And I ain′t talking ′bout poker
But I might poke her, and stroke her
Cause I′m about to treat her like a real man suppose to
Luda!

You must regret the day that you left me
You must regret the day that you left me
Still tryna get back, get back
Still tryna get back, back with me
Still tryna get back, get back
Still tryna get back, back with me oh

You must regret the day that you left me
You must regret the day that you left me
Still tryna get back, get back
Still tryna get back, back with me
Still tryna get back, get back
Still tryna get back, back with me oh

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:04

Ludacris - Wish You Would

(feat. T.I.)

[Intro - Ludacris, (T.I.)]
(HERE WE GOOO!)
Surprise nigga (HAHAAAA)
It was bound to happen sooner or later (Hahahahaha)
(They aint ready for this)...
History has been made
ATL, Yeaaaaaaaaaah..

[Hook]
Cause I got it
All these haters wanna grill me
(But fuck that I′m about my money if it kills me)
(YEEAAH BABY)
(And I′m up to no good)
Ayyy I wish a motherfucker would

THIS THA A-TOWN, COME INTO MY HOOD
Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would
HOUSTON, DALLAS COME INTO THEY HOOD
Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would

[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
I keep a fresh pair of One′s on my feet
And double deuces on the chevy
3′s company the double 4′s on my belly
5 hot amps speakers shake like jelly
So many wires in my trunk look like a bowl of spaghetti
Assault and batteries, but my trunk stay "everready"
Assault and battery if you scared you never ready
And yeah I went green, and 26′s on the hybrid
Smoked so much green that I can′t open up my eyelids
Wake up in London, go to sleep on Atlanta time
Still my paint got more candy then your valentine
For 5 Mill I bought a lake front crib
Bentley Car cover lookin like a laced frontwig
Of course they hating cause they still riding the Martor train
Re-name the yacht but put the plane in my daughters name
Now that′s karma so call me Daddy War Bucks
If you got money, I got more bucks

[Hook]
Cause I got it,
All these haters wanna grill me
(But fuck that I′m about my money if it kills me)
(YEEAAH BABY)
(And I′m up to no good)
Ayyy I wish a motherfucker would

NEW YORK & JERSEY COME INTO THEY HOOD
Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would
L.A. & THE BAY COME INTO THEY HOOD
Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
LUDA!
I′m a freak like a scorpio
Custom hood scoops make the coupe look like Pinocchio
I′m rich bitch, I should drop cash
The inside of the Lac′ look like a wood shop class
And these women gimme "Love" like it′s tennis time
So many shoes that my closet look like Finish Line
So many acres that my crib look like Bermuda
So many diamonds the safe look like Kay Jewelers
That Spider about to drop my team said Luda get it
Now 50 thou says that I′m the first nigga with it
First round draft pick, later for you imbeciles
the car is all black like it got traded to the Timberwolves
And I keep a little bit of that green up in the lining
but as the weather change my weed adjust to different climates (Okkk)
Green in the summer time, orange in the spring
Now it′s black with that purp I call my whip the "Sac King"

[Hook]
Cause I got it
All these haters wanna grill me
(But fuck that I′m about my money if it kills me)
(YEEAAH BABY)
(And I′m up to no good)
Ayyy I wish a motherfucker would

Chi-Town and Detroit, COME INTO THEY HOOD
Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would
D.C and B-More, COME INTO THEY HOOD
Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would

[Verse 3 - T.I.]
I′m fly enough to fly away
trouble I don′t shy away
from it I annihilate suckers in they driveway
In church on sunday morning praying about what happened Friday
But them the consequences for coming at pimpin sideways
Now a days guess it pays to change
in cahoots with corporations making major change
With magnificent watches and amazing chains
Plush pad in Atlanta and L.A.′s the same
I′m balling til I′m bored with selections and assortments
of automotives worth a small fortune
of course it′s the ′72 Chevelle hardtop, ′69 drop
60 carat piece you can barely pay your lease
Dude wanna talk new school tell him go ahead
drop head double R-Maybachs and corner sales
Swag got the ass, stack cash to the hair line
Fuck another car it′s time to try an buy a airline

[Hook]
Cause I got it
All these haters wanna grill me
(But fuck that I′m about my money if it kills me)
(YEEAAH BABY)
(And I′m up to no good)
Ayyy I wish a motherfucker would

Miami to Alabama, COME INTO THEY HOOD
Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would
Phily and Boston, COME INTO THEY HOOD
Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would
St. Louis to Tennessee, COME INTO THEY HOOD
Phoenix to V.A, COME INTO THEY HOOD
Ohio and Inidiana, COME INTO THEY HOOD
Mississippi to Carolinas, COME INTO THEY HOOD
and little Rock, COME INTO THEY HOOD
Oklahoma to Louisiana, COME INTO THEY HOOD
Kansas City to Seattle, COME INTO THEY HOOD
Minneapolis to Milwaukee, COME INTO THEY HOOOOOOD

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:04

Ludacris - Do The Right Thang

(feat. Common, Spike Lee)

[Spike Lee]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hip hop nation, this is Spiz-ike Lee
Been sleepin for too long, wake up..
Wake up - WAKE UUUUUUUUUUP! [rooster crows]

[Ludacris]
WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP! [rooster crows]
I see the sunshine GAZING through the window pane (yeah)
Blazin like indo flame; it′s to WAKE UP!! Come to yo′ sense manye
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 Qs
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 UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!! [rooster crows]
WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!! [rooster crows]

[Chorus]
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 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
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 Com′wealth School
Fuel for cars and jewels, chains and tools
It was (Organized) crime but we remained (Konfused)
Mom in the pews, singin, "Lord, protect ′em"
You might not a-gree with our views, but you had to respect ′em
Diamonds in the rough, but were we reflectin
a system that′s aburpt, 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 (Ressurection)
′cause now I hear him sayin from heaven,
"Wake up! (WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUaaaahhhhh-)
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! (aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh-up!)
Wake UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!"

[Chorus w/ Common rapping the 3rd+4th and 7th+8th line]

[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 ballplayers
Not carin about a condom, I say, "Help her Lord, PLEASE"
′fore she stuck wit mo′ babies or ends up fightin some di-SEASE
You know that you a momma and mommas, we cain′t lose ya (no!)
Treat yourself better, you carry seeds to the future (whoo!)
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 UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!! [rooster crows]
WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!! [rooster crows]

[Chorus 2]
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! (Lemme talk to ′em)
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 - Outro]
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! [echoes]

[Ludacris]
Always do the right thing..
I got it, I′m gone [echoes]

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:04

Ludacris - Undisputed

(feat. Floyd Mayweather)

[Floyd Mayweather speaks]

[Ludacris:]
Back up on dat ass,
Back to put rappers on one knee like they bout to run 100 meter dash,
Bow down to greatness, before I get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers,
Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers,
Diamonds on my chain look like my neck′s full of glacers,
Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts like "Where da Titanic go?"
I been scourin′ da earth, makin′ my fans catch da holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church,
And the fat lady singin′, it′s ova for you rappers,
Can′t none of ya′ll bust your just sacs full of semen,
And I got da women screamin′, and they could catch my balls on any given sunday like my name′s Willy
Beaman,
Or LL Cool, so if ya boyfriend thinks your loyal to his ass then he′s a motherfuckin fool,
Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist
Iconic status and his name is Ludacris,
Bitch please, you messin with some real O.G′s,
With million dolla whips dat I ship from overseas,
Got a pocket full of G′z, and the inconvenient truth is that the ozone is back cause I been smokin′
all da trees,
The globe is warmin′ up when we fire up the blunt,
And put it in the air like Evil Knievel stunts,
Wat you want from me? I got pistols for da haters,
Ya fam will be in black like the playin′ for da Raiders,
And ya music isn′t favored, and DJ′s they neva bring it back like when you go and borrow somethin′
from ya neighbor,
Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt,
The name of my car insurance is YO fuckIN FAULT,
And if you sittin on chrome, I′ll call up my boys and have you stripped of ya medals like Marion
Jones, nigga...

[Floyd Mayweather speaks]

[Ludacris:]
Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in these rappers′ coffins I got the hammer in my jeans,
Call me Mr.Fixit, barrel hotter than a fresh batch of home-made buttermilk biscuits,
A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made casket,
Luda leaves them trouters stretched out like gymnastics,
And acrobatics I′m superstar status, the mouth of the South like gangsta grillz you bastard,
The international traveler, and I may not be much to you but I′m the sh*t out in Africa,
So put ya fist up, even the statue of liberty lit a flame for the way that I lit my wrist up,
You can′t compete with me, I got ′em stuck like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet
with me,
And then I broke free, I′ll let ′em loose when Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston become drug-free,
I′m the baddest mother shut it like Shaft was, leavin′ rappers with headaches like bad drugs,
They shoulda warned ya, you got defeated by the heat but, eh, we′ll just say we Alonzo Mourn′d ya,
So Cater coroner, I′ll show up to yo funeral with some gators like I′m fresh outta Florida,
Call me the swamp thing, ya′ll headed in the wrong direction like you hit the subway and caught the
wrong train,
So don′t f**k with it, I′m sendin′ lyrical bullets right at ya dome f**k niggaz betta duck with it,
Or else you stuck with it,
You′ll get stalked so bad you′ll leava da scene thinkin eight Young Buck′s did it,
But not in Cashville, you lost yo feelin′ like comin down off X chasin′ effects of yo last pill,
You fuckin Daffy Dill, You′s a Daffy Duck,
And I′m the undefeated champ, ya′ll niggas suck!

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:03

Ludacris - I Do It For Hip Hop

(feat. Nas, Jay-Z)

[Ludacris]
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop

Now this is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion
This my daily devotion, that verses stay deeper than the ocean
So hip-hop you owe me a promotion
Yeah, I do a little boastin’ and braggin’
What’s all the commotion and naggin’ about
‘Cause I’m still the champ in the south
‘Cause rappers get in the booth and I keep draggin’ them out
Where they fired and these pink slips I keep handin’ them out
‘Cause this is Theater of Mind, consider it a sign
Of what’s to come next, my money’s just fine
Bank filled with dump checks
Terrorist threat flow, proceed to drop (bombs) like Mr. Funk Flex
But I don’t do it for the money, I do it from the heart
I’ll do it with the beatbox, I did it from the start
I’ll do it for the DJs, I’ll do it for the charts
The Van Gogh flow, Luda do it ‘cause it’s art
I do it for the fans, I do it on command
I do it for the front row, I do it for the stands
I spit it for the hood, I do it for the block
And since nine years old, I did it for hip-hop

[Ludacris]
So, I don’t do for the chains and the fancy drops
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop

[Nas]
They say I’m so low key, I’m socially awkward
Only those that really know me are the ones that I talk with
They smile in the light, hate in the dark,
you call it beef, to me its′s just a fuckin’ walk in the park
Because you are who you are when nobody is looking
That′s who you are so when the cash and cars is gone, the day after tomorrow
Don’t be askin’ to borrow, ski maskin’ it hard, like the way you rap in your bars
I could ride on you and whoever, devise new endeavors
I’m as live as hive full of predators
Twenty thousands different species of bees
Some half poisonous sting, some just pollinating their leafs
It′s just like rap, some will buzz some will attack, compromising their own life in fact
Sixteen years since my first sixteen, pardon the rest of my niggas
But I’m the best whoever did it
[Ludacris]
I don’t do for the cars and the fancy drops
[Nas]
Uh, I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop, uh
[Ludacris]
I do it for hip-hop
And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
[Nas]
Why we do it kid, I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop, uh
I do it for hip-hop

[Jay-Z]
Hip-hop, started out in the park
We used to do it to avoid the Narcs
I used to do it so the homeboy Clark can get the fuck off my back while I knocked off these packs
I used to rap to impress my friends
The past of time when I was gettin’ it in
Just so happens I’m so illegal with the pen, they ain’t want me to do anything illegal again
I lost a lot of dawgs to these streets
I got Grammy awards on these beats
Thank God for Cool Herc
Without this shit I probably would’ve got murked
Shout outs to Grandmaster Flash and the cash
And even Jaz bum ass
Hip hop helped me wash me ass
These other rappers couldn’t wash my socks
That’s why I took the number one slot
The realest shit in rap comes from my voice box
Lord knows when I was on my clock
I probably never would’ve stopped
Thank God for hip-hop

[Ludacris]
I don’t do for the cars and the fancy drops
[Jay-Z]
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
[Ludacris]
I do it for hip-hop
And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
[Jay-Z]
come on, I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
[Both]
I do it for hip-hop

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:03

Ludacris - MVP

[INTRO:]
I′m the MVP, I′m stupid with this rap shit

[CHORUS:]
Here I am, yep, I′m I′m I′m I I′m the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I′m the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I′m the m-m-man...word
DTP′s about that bomb shit

[VERSE 1:]
When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blaast,
your flow is garbage, I throw it in the trash,
I′m the MVP, I′m stupid with this rap shit,
rewind the verse, make the track do a back flip,
your speakers poppin′ on a handstand,
they snaek dissin′ niggas, throwin′ little jabs like Bam-Bam,
and I′m a bad man,
they amatures like at Apollo, I wipe ′em off the stage like Sandman,
damn man, what the hell you smokin′ on,
it′s Ludacris I got more cheese than Prombolon,
and the chrome is home, so I′m never home alone,
and only keep friends with 2-X chromosomes,
so I command all these rappers: "Put the mic down!",
throw a grenade in your mouth "Nigga, bite down!!",
′cause I′m back with Premo on the track,
takin′ it to the essence, showin′ niggas how to rap

[CHORUS:]
Here I am, yep, I′m I′m I′m I I′m the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I′m the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I′m the m-m-man...word
DTP′s about that bomb shit

[VERSE 2:]
Still hungry as the day I began
I heat the booth up so much the engineer caught a muthafuckin′ tan,
I′m the truth, when it comes to it,
I hold Hip Hop for hostage, since 2000 I put a gun to it,
and I run through it, like a jamaican boat,
and everyday is a vacation on jamaican smoke,
charge your whole block,
talk shit, they hear the four pop,
"One, Two!" and it don′t stop,
and my deliveries invaded your vicinity, Hennesy is my remedy, takin′ shots like Kennedy,
and I′ve been a G, for a long time,
to these streets I′m connected like I′m online,
on time for whatever,
and everytime and album drop, I drop big like Voletta,
I′m ahead of the competition, they wishin′ I just fade off,
my career for your life, let′s trade off

[CHORUS:]
Here I am, yep, I′m I′m I′m I I′m the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I′m the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I′m the m-m-man...word
DTP′s about that bomb shit

[VERSE 3:]
8 years in the game, ain′t a damn thang change,
so I brought it back to one of the tracks, so where the damn thang came,
and he goin′ down in history, ′cause he don′t sleep,
and he the first southern rapper on a Premo beat,
I ate the kick and the snare,
the samples always taste fine,
and I shoot a hot sixteen from the baseline,
I′m on point like CP3,
and I′ll be goin′ down in rap as the MVP

[CHORUS:]
Here I am, yep, I′m I′m I′m I I′m the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I′m the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I′m the m-m-man...word
DTP′s about that bomb shit

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:02

Ludacris - One More Drink

(feat. T-Pain)

[Verse 1:]
It was Friday night and I was feelin aight (yup)
Downtown Atlanta, big city, bright lights
Mixin Heni with the Sprite while I’m drinkin and drivin
No police lights, no police sirens
I’m headed to the club looking for a freak
To spread a little love and spread a couple cheeks
Pull up to the spot 26’s like BAM
Eyes on me like bitch do you SEE EM?
Strolled through the front door headed to the VIP
Bought a couple bottles and I took a couple sips
Scoping out the room and what do I SEE?
A nice round butt, an a pair a double D’s
So I creped up like shorty wus happnin
You killin that dress and I love it with a passion
Then she turned around and her face was aight
She had a gap toof and mean over bite
But I was like hmmm…

[Chorus:]
Yeah yeah
If I take one more drink, I’m gon end up fuckin you
Is that what you wanna do shorty?
If I take one more drink, I’m gon end up fuckin you
You too

[Verse 2:]
Woke up the next morning and all I can remember
Was taking shots and tippin the bartender
Surender to the women end up bringin me home
Cause she started lookin better every shot a Patron (yup)
I jumped up with a devilish grin
Cause tonight, damn right I might do it again
So I called up the homies (what up) let’s ride
We can hit the sports bar over on the south side
Getta couple a Coronas, couple a limes
Went up to the bar saw a couple a dimes
So I, slowly walked up and said hi
My name’s Ludacris and I’m a hell of a guy
One said I know who you are I’m your number one fan
And right now it’s too bad I gotta man
And I said I understand (I understand)
but where the hell is he at cause in a minute
if he don’t show up then maannnnn…

[Chorus:]
Yeah yeah
If I take one more drink, I’m gon end up fuckin you
Is that what you wanna do shorty?
If I take one more drink, I’m gon end up fuckin you
You too

[Ludacris:]
Uh huh
Aye Pain holla at em right quick man

[Interlude:]
Yeah you gon get in trouble with yo man girl
(Don’t get in trouble girl)
Talkin bout how you’re my biggest fan girl
(I know it I know it)
Now I don’t wanna do (please) but you’re gon make me do, but I
(Don’t make me do it. Don’t make me do it)
If I have more drink

[Verse 3:]
One mo drink I’ma get cha home and I’ll split cha
Grab the camera phone and take a buncha drunk pictures
Cause Hennessey mixed with a whole buncha buda
Equals you mixed with a whole bunch Luda
And you know how far one drink could go
Start slurring my speech slowin up the flow
Hiking up ya skirts
Climing up ya shirts
It’s Mr. Late Night Luda and I like to flirt
So guess what baby girl

[Chorus:]
Yeah yeah
If I take one more drink, I’m gon end up fuckin you
(Just one mo)
Is that what you wanna do shorty?
(That′s all its gon take)
If I take one more drink, I’m gon end up fuckin you
(Who else T-Pain)
You too

[Ludacris:]
You hear what I’m sayin
People too picky these days damn it
Too tall, too short, too fat, too skinny
Have a couple of drinks and quit discriminating
This has been a Luda Service Announcement
Deuces

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:02

Ludacris - Get Back

[Intro]
Heads Up! Heads Up! Here′s another one.. and a.. and a.. another one.

[Chorus]
(Yeek-Yeek Woop-Woop) Why you all in my ear? Talkin′ a whole bunch a shit that I ain′t tryin to
hear.
Get Back! Motherfucker You don′t know me like that.
Get back! Motherfucker You don′t know me like that!
(Yeek-Yeek Woop-Woop) I ain′t playin′ around.. Make one false move, I′ll take you down.
Get back! Motherfucker You don′t know me like that.
Get back! Motherfucker You don′t know me like that!

[Verse 1]
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. (Whoo!) Still snaggin′ plaques (yep), still
action-packed (yep), 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!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I came (I came), I saw (I saw), I hit him right dead in the jaw (in the jaw). [x4]

See I caught him with a right hook, 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. Put a DTP pendant at the end
of yo′ chain, and put
the booty of a swish at the end of a flaamme.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Hey, you want WHAT with me?! I′m gonna 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! [x2]

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!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Ah! We in the red light district!
Ah! We in the red light district!
Whoo! We in the red light district!
Ah! We in the red light district!
Whoo! We in the red light district!
Whoo! The red light district!
Whoo! The red light district..
Ah! The red light district.

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:01

Ludacris - Intro

Shhh, they′re about to start the movie

[Intro]
And, hear ye, hear ye
Disturbing Tha Peace presents, "Theater of the Mind"
Get your popcorn, get your popcorn
You scoot over to the left a little bit
Single file line now
It′s an extravagant event starring Ludacris
Please silence all cell phones
We′re about to go on a ride!
Let the show beginnnnnn!

[Ludacris]
Lights, camera, annnnnd
ACTION! Take 6, Ludacris, it′s nice to meet ya
Blow the smoke in the air ′til I blow out your brain
Turn it up until I blow out your speakers
Gotta keep them Tweeters tweakin, gotta keep them woofers pumpin
Then I blow out one of these verses
Spit ′em in ya, got a million more comin
However you want it, I can give it but you gotta admit it
Other rappers talk it, try to walk it, Luda live it
Sign it and seal it, multi-mil′ it, said it and did it
They give me sixteen bars on another nigga′s song
and you know that I′ma FUCKIN KILL IT
Cause I′m the FUCKIN realest, when it comes to this rappin sheeit
Semi-automatic tongue when I spit another verse cock back, I′m packin beeitch
And I′m back and attackin with album six
Tell them other niggaz we see danger
Probably cause I got enough, albums to fill yo′ CD changer
Gotta buy my whole collection, gotta beat my whole selection
Hit your neighborhood record sto′, and you can get it in the smokin section
Now that′s a coke connection, these fiends are addicted to it
No guts no glory, so that′s my story and I′m STICKIN to it

That′s my story and I′m stickin to it
Here′s my story and I′m stickin to it
Here′s my story and I′m stickin to it
Here some stories and I′m stickin to it
Annnnnd CUT! On a good gate we′re movin on

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:01

Ludacris - Money maker

(feat. Pharrell)

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don′t you act like you don′t hear
She...

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

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don′t worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

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

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

You ... you looking good in them jeans
I bet you look even better with me in between
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But yous a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind
I got * on my right side pouring some cups
My whole hood is to my left and they ain′t giving a fuck

So feel free to get lose and get carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you was saying today
But don′t forget about this feeling that I′m making you get
And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat
The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet
And how everywhere you turn I′ll be making you wet..

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don′t you act like you don′t hear
She...

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

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don′t worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

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

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

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

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don′t you act like you don′t hear
She...

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

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don′t worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

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

[Verse 3:]
Rock rock rock it and make it work girl
Please don′t stop it until it hurt girl
You..you been looking a little tipsy
So if you could just shake it a little this way
See ima member of the BBC
The original bread winna of DTP
And you the center of attention thats distracting this war
Cuz everybody in the camp is like OH MY GODD..she could

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don′t you act like you don′t hear
She...

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

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don′t worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

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

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:01

Ludacris - How Low

[Hook:]
How low can you go? [8x]

[Ludacris:]
Luda!
She could go lower than I ever really thought she could,
Face down, ass up!
The top of your booty jiggling out your jeans,
Better pull your pants up,
I like it when I see you do it,
Better than I ever seen it done before,
A lot of women drop it to the ground,
But how low can you go?
Lower then your mama′s ever seen it in her life time,
Never would′ve imagined did not even in her right mind,
Practice in front of that mirror,
Now you doing it on the dance floor,
Mad cause I can′t get wit ya
Ya just show me how to dance (OH!)
I may not wanna get low
So I post it up kinda like a playa do,
But if you come to the crib,
Then I might show you girls a thang or 2,
Yea I think you a superstar
Wit a ass like that you gotta blow,
Before you make it big,
Theres just 1 thing I gotta know

[Chorus:]
How low can you go? [8x]

Go low, (Go low) lower than you know [5x]

[Luda:]
I be like knick-knack, paddywhack,
Oh where my kitty cat give a dog a bone,
How many licks does it take till I get to the center
And let a realer nigga take you home,
I could make me show stop,
Soon as you hear this flow pop,
From A-T-L-A-N-T-A and all the way down to your drop,
Put the needle on a record and I make her get lower than a
Lamborghini,
And if she really gettin low then imma shoot a video and put
it all on TV,
Cos I like that French vanilla and the caramel,
But when it comes to chocolate,
I know that very well,
Asian persuasion,
no discrimination,
I love how they seen to please us,
I wanna taste them butterican pecan Peanut buttercups like
Reeses pieces,
Cause I think you a superstar,
With a ass like that you gotta blow,
Before you make it big,
Well there just 1 thing I gotta know,

[Hook:]

[Chorus:]

[Ludacris:]
Drop it, hit it, dump it, split it,
Don′t stop, (Get it, get it)
Put it on reverse
Just to rack it up,
Let me put some Luda in it,
Show me what you workin wit,
I′ll show you some of this bank roll,
Yea you a superstar but theres 1 thing I gotta know though,

[Hook:]

[Chorus:]

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:00

Ludacris - Act A Fool

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]
The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
MAN, THAT AIN′T STICKY, THAT′S JUST STICKS AND STEMS
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

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

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