Ludacris - Act A Fool Lyrics

Ludacris - Act A Fool Video

2 Fast 2 furious

I'm to fast for y'all

 

2 Fast 2 Furious

2 Fast... aww

 

Chorus

 

You just came home from doing a bid

Tell me what you gonna do? Act a fool

Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib

Boy whatcha gonna do? Act a fool

Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes

Tell me what you gonna do? Act a fool

Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues

Boy whatcha gonna do? Act a fool

 

Verse 1

 

Talkin' about gats, traps, cops and robbers

It's 911 please call the doctor

Evacuate the building and trick the pigs

Since everybody wanna piece of me, we gon split ya wigs

See some fools slipped up and over-stepped their boundaries

You about to catch a cold, stay the fuck around from me

Ya peeps talkin' 'bout what kinds of shits he on

You dissapear like poof bitch be gone

You think you gon catch me, gimmie a break

I'm super-charged with the hide-away licence plate

It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years

They'll only get 1 finger while I'm shifting gears

I got sued on my roof, wood grain on the dash

Sheep skin on the rug, golde 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 what you gonna do? Act a fool

Now your car just stopped on a empty tank

Boy whatcha gonna do? Act a fool

If you got late bills and you lost your job

Tell me what you gonna do? Act a fool

If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob

Boy whatcha gonna do? Act a fool

 

Verse 2

 

Let's take it to the street cause 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 pedal to the floor, radar in the grill

TV in the middle of my steering wheel

It's my car's birthday so we blowin' them candles

More speakers in my 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 roll up to da club, I get all the affection

Cause the women love the paintin they can see their reflection

I'm about to take off, F what you heard

Because my side mirrors flap like a fuckin' bird

And the fools, we gon clock one and we'll pop one

Cause my folk ridin' shotgun with a shotgun

 

Chorus

 

You just got hustled for a wad of cash

Man whatcha gonna do? Act a fool

Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash

Say whatcha gonna do? Act a fool

Now them girls up the block still running their mouth

Boy whatcha gonna do? Act a fool

If anyone talk bad about the dirty south

Tell me whatcha gonna do? Act a fool

 

Verse 3

 

I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open

Did donuts last week and the street still smokin'

See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is tipsy

Off the off ramp doin' about 150

Rollin' through East Pernium, on way to Ben Hill

Slide a 5 to the junkie to clean my windshield

Got the whole crew ridin' and we startin' some shit

I even got a trailer hitched with the barbeque pit

Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout

Plus your new name is Fire cause we stomped you out

And yeah, we blow trees and bees, that's fantastic

So girls hold ya weaves 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 1 mission, 2 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 gonna do? Act a fool

Man, that ain't sticky, that's just sticks and steams

Boy whatcha gonna do? Act a fool

Catch a man with another bitch up in ya bed

Ladies whatcha gonna do? Act a fool

If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red

Boy whatcha gonna do? Act a fool

 

Ludacris

 

2 Fast, 2 furious

2 Fast... Act a fool

 

2 Fast, 2 furious

2 Fast... Act a fool

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Ludacris - Saturday (Oooh Oooh) Lyrics

Ludacris - Saturday (Oooh Oooh) Video

I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash

Just seen a big ol' ass it's Saturday

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

System on blast, cops just pass

Just seen a big ol' ass its Saturday

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

 

Verse 1: Ludacris

Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on up

Double shot Hennesey fill my cup

Luda choke smoke in a big black truck

Should I whyle out, WHAT THE FUCK

Act like my rims ain't clean

How you gonna ack like my neck don't bling?

Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen

But they don't never really wanna pop them thangs

Cane, cane sugar man Luda don't go

And I stop at a light, pull off so slow

But I'm out for the night, so pass that dro

So, daddy come home in a Cadillac broom, cadillac broom?

Now don't it sound absurd

Claim College Park where they flip them birds

Trick car alarms, then bend them curves

Chop chop, chunk it up fat man HERB

 

I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash

Just seen a big ol' ass it's Saturday

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

System on blast, cops just pass

Just seen a big ol' ass its Saturday

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

 

Verse 2: Ludacris

It's illegal but the plants in my backyard grow, that's my buds

Smoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luck

Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, nigga WHAT?!

Act like I don't make cloud, how you gonna act like I don't get loud?

How you gonna act like I don't rock crowds?

And leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smile

If I recollect right then you sound like dirt

But, I guess what you really don't know don't hurt

With a vest, and a pump hear the shotgun squirt

My folks on the block, man, they got that word (they got that word)

Don't it smell so good, in Southwest where they rep that hood

Protect your chest, they up to no good

And come through flossin, they wish y'all would

 

I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash

Just seen a big ol' ass it's Saturday

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

System on blast, cops just pass

Just seen a big ol' ass its Saturday

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

 

Verse 3: Ludacris

Worldwide hustlers get that dough

Work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick

Keep a D eagle with an extra clip

Think it ain't so, sucka trip!

Act like I just do rap

How you gonna act like I just ain't strapped?

How you gonna act like I don't push lacs?

Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on BACK!

Ichy finger trigger, man, Luda don't squeeze

With a bag on tha block I'ma make 'em say please

In the back, on block so the cops they freeze

And I'm so high, I think I got a nose bleed, (you gotta nose bleed?)

Don't it smell so sweet?

In DECATUR, where they pack that heat

And rob NEIGHBORS in the night creep, creep

I'll see you LATER we'll be in them streets...

 

I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash

Just seen a big ol' ass it's Saturday

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

System on blast, cops just pass

Just seen a big ol' ass its Saturday

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

 

I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash

Just seen a big ol' ass it's Saturday

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

System on blast, cops just pass

Just seen a big ol' ass its Saturday

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Ooh, ooh!

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Ludacris - Blow It Out Lyrics

Ludacris - Blow It Out Video

AOWWWW!

I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started

Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted

Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it

And y'all think I'm gon' stop? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

In one year I got rich, now life's movin so fast

But bein broke with no food is just a thing of the past

Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass

And y'all prayin that I flop? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get green

In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean

All these rappers wanna know what I'm gettin for sixteens

Try 80, want a discount? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

See in just six months I infiltrated the system

If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed him

Niggaz hate givin me props cause I might use it against them

C'mon, get Ludacris out! BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

 

Chorus 2X: Ludacris

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone

If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home

And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong

But after your three wishes BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

 

Ludacris

It's time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger

I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers

I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer

If you ever think of stoppin me BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law

Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall

Next year I'm lookin in to buyin Green Briar mall (?)

You probably own a lot of property! BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic balls

Plus his money keeps flowin like Niagara Falls

We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws

I'm 'bout to go on vacation BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a curve

You mad cause I'm a THIEF and got away with words

I'ma start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves

Pepsi's the New Generation BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

 

Chorus

 

Ludacris

My black people show me love when I'm up on the block

And Latinos always waitin for my CD's to drop

White people love the flow, they say, Dude, you fuckin rock!

Yo' fans are my fans, right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam

Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream

It's hard, other albums are softer than ice cream

Yo' scans are my scans, right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

Now Luda's throwin up A's, and I'm lightin up L's

Around the globe gettin paid, you home bitin yo' nails

DTP, the only label that practice fightin ourselves

We probably gettin on your nerves, huh? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

I been eatin and gettin FAT while y'all dyin of hunger

I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer

Watch out, my album's puttin up McDonald's numbers

You over 6 million served, huh? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

 

Chorus

 

BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

WHOO!

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Ludacris - Move Bitch Lyrics

Ludacris - Move Bitch Video

whistling

 

Chorus 2x: Ludacris

 

Move bitch, get out the way

Get out the way bitch get out the way

Move bitch, get out the way

Get out the way bitch, get out the way

 

Ludacris

OH NO! The fight's out

I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out

Get the fuck back, guard ya grill

There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still

I've been drankin' and bustin' two

And I been thankin' of bustin' you

Upside ya motherfucker forehead

And if your friends jump in, Ohhh gurrlll, they'll be mo' dead

Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace

It's not an illusion, we run in the streets

So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers

Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!

I'm doin' a hundred on the highway

So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way

I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober

And you about to get ran the fuck over

 

Chorus

 

Mystikal over second chorus

Here I come, there I go

UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move

You see them headlights? You hear that fucking crowd?

Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through

Hit the stage and knock the curtiensdown

I fuck the crowd up that's what I do

Young and successful a sex symbol

The bitches want me to fuck true true

Hold up wait up, shorty

Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?

Sidelinin' my fucking bussiness

Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon

Give me that truck and take that rental back

Who bought these fucking T.V.'s and jewelry bitches, tell me that?

No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck

But i'ma tell you like this bitch

You better not walk in front of my tour bus

 

Chorus

 

I-20 over third chorus

Bring it, get 'em

 

Too bad I'm on the right track

Beef, got the right mack

Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be right back

We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out

We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out

Grab the peels cuz we robbin' tonight

Beat the shit outta security, for stoppin the fight

I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the Belve and 'cris

I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch

Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz

We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz

I'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect D.T.P.

And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.

Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body

Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party

So move bitch, get out the way ho

All you faggot motherfucker make way for 2-0

So...

 

Chorus

 

whistling

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Ludacris - What's Your Fantasy Lyrics

Ludacris - What's Your Fantasy Video

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

 

Shawna:

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Give it to me now, give it to me now

Give it to me now

 

Chorus:

Ludacris & Shawna (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

Then I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave

But I gotta kno kno kno know wha what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

 

Ludacris:

I wanna get you in the Georgia dome on the fifty yard line

When the dirty birds kick fo' three

And if you like it in the club we can do it

In the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP

Whip- cream with cherries and strawberries on top

Lick it don't stop

Keep the door locked, Don't knock

While the boat rock we go bots and

Robots so they got to wait 'til the show stop

How 'bout on the beach with black sand

Lick up your thighs and call me the Pac Man

Table top or just give me a lap dance

The rock to the park to the point to the flat lands

That man named Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom

Or in the back of a classroom

However you want it Luva Luva gonna tap that ass soon

See I cast 'em and I pass 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em

I flash 'em and out last 'em

And if it ain't good, then I trash 'em, while you stash 'em

I'll let 'em free

And tell me what they fantasy

Like up on the roof, roof, tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me

 

Chorus:

 

Ludacris:

I wanna get you in the bath tub

With the candles lit, you give it up, 'til they go out

Or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert

'Cause you know it 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 when it's 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

Try to 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,

Aww the sauna, jacuzzi

In the back row at the movie

You can scratch my back and rule me

You can push me or just pull me

On hay in the 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 dirt

Roll around, Georgia Brown, that's the way I like it twerk

Legs jerk, over worked, under-paid, 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 spokes

What 'bout up 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 and I'll get my reins

School teacher let me get my brains

Chorus (repeat 4x):

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Ludacris - She Said Lyrics

Ludacris - She Said Video

(Chorus)

She said she's never done it

She said she's never tried

She's sittin' there tellin' a motha fuckin' lie

 

She said she's never done it

She said she's never tried

She's sittin' there tellin' a motha fuckin' lie

 

She said she was Christian and she grew up in da church (in da church)

To stay a virgin if for better or for worse (or for worse)

Have plenty friends and got offers all the time (all the time)

Swore up and down she was just one of a kind (of a kind)

She said she's loved but she's never gotten pimped (gotten pimped)

Now dominated couldn't imagine ever dreamt (ever dreamt)

And she's still looking for da perfect man (perfect man)

To buy a ring and take her motha fuckin' hand (man)

 

(Chorus)

 

She said her stuff was sacred and her momma told her so (told her so)

And that she went and got it pierced on da low (on da low)

Can you believe she's been waiting for so long (for so long)

To get a grade A certified shhlong (shhlong)

She said her parents never let her out da house (out da house)

Because they knew it was so dirty in da south (in da south)

She hates to boast and you know she hates to brag (hates to brag)

But man I got to let her cat up out da bag (bag)

 

(Chorus)

 

She said she's never tried to take it in da butt (in da butt)

But knew some low down all-around sluts (around sluts) (around sluts)

She's even said she's never licked another girl (another girl)

And never had any chocolate vanilla swirl (vanilla swirl)

She said dat da ring in her tongue was for show (was for show)

And that she would never be mistaken for a hoe (for a hoe)

She's tellin' lies over twenty years old (years old)

I guess the game is to be sold not told (woooh)

 

(Chrous)

(Faye)

She said she had a nigga who was only there for rent (there for rent)

And wouldn't shake her booty for a red cent (red cent)

She said she never fucked three niggas at a time (at a time)

That three lil' playas stop fuckin' wit her mind (wit her mind)

She said she couldn't see how women turned trick (turned trick)

And couldn't picture tryin to suck a nigga dick (suck a dick)

She has respect and wouldn't do nothing wrong (nothing wrong)

But she the reason why we made this song (this song)

 

Repeat Chorus 3x

 

She said she's never done it...

 

She said she's never done it....

 

She said she's never done it....

 

She said she's never done it.....

 

She said she's never done it...

 

She said she's never done it...

 

She said she's never done it....

 

She said she's never done it.... (and da beat goes on til fade)

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Ludacris - Game Got Switched Lyrics

Ludacris - Game Got Switched Video

Chorus: Repeat 2X

I hate it when it's too many niggaz, not enough hoes

Too many rookies, not enough pros

The game got switched on some Ludacris shit

So all y'all can suck my diock, BIATCH!!

 

Verse 1

I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOLS

We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels

No holds barred but obey the block rules

Cock tools put chlorine in record pools

Are there anyone like ya? (HELL NAW!!)

I treat humans like students (FAIL Y'ALL)

So turn ya books to page 69 and start suckin'

When Organized drop the tracks then start duckin'

When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin'

Girl: You wanna be startin some'n

Get out the booth

And lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down doors

Save all the H20 for front rows

Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes

Stay chromed out and that's on or off road

If you know what I mean proceed to stay clean

Light skinded nigga turn red but get green

Inhale some of that 'dro but blow steam

Love a combination big ass and tight jeans

 

Chorus

 

Verse 2

Girl: Boy you done lost yo' mind

No I've lost my virginity

And I shot quick like that fool shot Kennedy

What's the remedy Hennessey Coke

If you cut all your money you'd still be half broke

Ashes to ashes smoke or get smoked

We come by the masses you come and get choked

If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke

Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope

So now we eatin lobster shrimp and things

And watch for imposters that's been in the game

We invented the game and y'all just got hip

Dude: Man what's that smell

PROBABLY YO UPPER LIP

Cause I love to walk around like my shit don't stank

Even if it's cigars and that purple color dank

Chillin in the Gump with no trace of Tom Hanks

So put this in yo' jaw like weiners 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 like to get paid

Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid

Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats

I'm on the right page but what's my format

I wave to the ocean cause I'm where shores at

And women go nuts just like my bozack

Did you know that? Man I'm the gift of change

Electric stoves so give me the keys to the Range

Shagadelic, beautiful but strange

Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flames

Rearrange, same broad different night

Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right

The bomb threaten dude that's on yo same flight

The highlight's that I live a high ass life

 

Chorus 3X (w/ minor variations)

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Ludacris - Phat Rabbit Lyrics

Ludacris - Phat Rabbit Video

I be that nigga named Luda

AKA L-O-V-A L-O-V-A

Fuck that Shit

Nigga what you wanna say

One Time

South Side lets ride

And if you love what you do

Do what you feel

Then I know you gon mark my words

I drop shit like birds

And its about that 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 fat tracks

That the nigga Timbaland put down

Oh yes

Lets get it on down to the nitty grit

Don t have no time for no petty shit

Cause I got more dick than a little bit

And time flies when I'm havin fun

I can make a hoe get like Forest Gump and just run

Baby run

I guess that they can't handle this

The brother just too scandals

If you don't wanna get freaked

Get up out my way just like in an ambulance

Getty up Getty up right on to the real

And death to the fake

And tell your boyfriend just to chill

Don t player hate

Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes

While I kinda tell you whats I want to do

(Hook)

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 (That fat rabbit)

 

(Verse 2)

 

Fatter than fat

Fat like a dub sack

Showin em where that loves at

So open up yo eyes and get a surprise like

In Cracker jacks

Pooh Nan Don Happy

Giving up that nappy dugout

Get the cut up then I cut out

Why you standing there wit yo butt out

And its always in the back of my mind

Whatever the place whatever the time

Even in college park after dark

I'm a get that sunshine

Closer than close

Closer than most then I'm all up in ya

For beginners give me a thigh, breast and leg

Like Mrs. Winner s

And let dinner be served

Can I get it on a platter

Shatter yo bladder

And put so much light in yo life

I'll make the roaches scatter

The wetter the better

I'm ready to get ya

Got to have that rabbit like that cheddar

So I could freak you 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 & just take off yo shoes

While I kinda tell you what I wants to do

(Hook)

 

(verse 3)

 

Your love is supercalafragalistic

You don't know how bad I missed it

If it's broke then don't fix it

Yo stuff is butter like a biscut

Reminisce like Mary

I got to pop that cherry

Kind of like that coochie

You wanna be my hoochie

Better than my adversary

Don t be so scary

I never thought that you could act up

Make a nigga wanna back up

Keep it tight for 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 you to come inside

Got you where I want your ass

In the case of an emergency brake the glass

Keep yo eyes on the present

And erase the past

And be happy if we got more blunts to pass

Get done up and run up

In the guts of ya butt

Don t shake like it used to

I wake em up like a rooster

Take it slow not fast

In a turbo buster

No worry

No hurry

No pain no gain

Better keep yo eyes on strain

Cause ain't a damn thing changed maine

Sit back relax and just take off yo shoes

While I gotta tell you what I wants to do

Yeah.

 

(Hook)

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Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (Freestyle) Lyrics

Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (Freestyle) Video

Yea-uh, here we go here we go here we go

Talk about that Word of Mouf baby!!

Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go

Ludacris, 4-Ize, D.E. what you want now now now now

 

Ludacris

Check it

You see I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquor

And women that are real life scratch'n'sniff stickers

I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers

Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor

You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for ya health

See I ain't gotta say SHIT! Money speaks for itself

With all models I make I'm +Great+ like five +Lakes+

You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my skates!

You rollin on dubs, I roll right into clubs

Dirtiest home with more rings than ya tub

You think it's all practical jokes and big bloopers

But I smack bitches with no titties that work at Hooters

Just get a couple of girls that shakin they thangs

Then I, put 'em on camera and cut two frames

With some gasoline drawers I'll be goin to hell

Ludacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of jail!

I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper

And my baby's assed out, cause I rub my cars with her diapers

So you can pray for now if you sinned in the past

Word of Mouf time to wipe that silly grin off yo' ass

 

4-Ize

These rap cats is soft like R&B singers

It's 4-Ize, I've worked for wings and chicken fingers

I reps mo' parts so Chi-Town could get seen

I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean

I rip meanface niggaz one by one

Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come

Instead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from woodworkin

The black Hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkin

Creepin, I'm in the shadows, the nightshade

You want the tail in the back or, a light fade?

Cause Tony Scissorhands is the barber, the butcher

I kill ya smoke a blunt and forget where I put ya

I'm Soopafly like Snuka, I smack hoes

The black rose with the dozen attack flows

I rock Shaq's clothes when I alter beast

Power up, get big, it's Disturbin' Tha Peace

 

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Ludacris - Growing Pains Lyrics

Ludacris - Growing Pains Video

Fate Wilson

Okay, I remember the days

High Rights, Low Lefts, Even Stevens and Fades

Troops Lotto and BK's those was the days

High tech boots spray painted wit'cha name

T-shirts airbrushed that read the same

Thick Herring Bone's chain

One gold wit your initial

Harris photos group shots can you remember

Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die

Didnt lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5

When she disobeyed had North Clayton craze

Just to reiterate dog those was the days

'Fore da invasions of hatas man crews from all around

Use to get down at True Flavas bumpin Kilo

Walkin' damage cross colored and Paco

While playboy step through talent shows

Prom nights tux and kangol was so cool

Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school)

 

Chorus Keon Bryce

We were tryin so hard

Hard to survive

Cause even though we were young

We had to stay strong

No matter what we went through

It was me and my crew

And thats how it went

When we were kids

 

Fate Wilson

In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown

Hamwood and Diplomats

Played with Transformers, G.I. Joe's and Thundercats

We was lovin' that

Before they started jackin jacks

'Fore notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through

College Park after dark

Crown Victoria's police unmarked cars

Be aware...Wayne Williams was out there

But we aint care kids was gettin' stabbed and ditched out there

To busy playin'...

Double Dare

You touch shorty on the ass that's a bet

Want ya Kool-Aid and sugar smack ya hands and say sweat

It's mine now place it in my Louis Vitton pouch

Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch

Slouch socks box Chevy Caprice

Hot knees cut da holes Disturbing Tha Peace

Wit no conscience broke niggas call em nonsense

No comments this lil' Fate payin' homage to College Park

 

Chorus Keon Bryce

We were tryin so hard

Hard to survive

Cause even though we were young

We had to stay strong

No matter what we went through

It was me and my crew

And thats how it went

When we were kids

 

Ludacris

I had a Long John but no Silver

No gold or plat

I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back

With 2 sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches

And set fires in garbage pails and cabbage patches

A child of the corn been wild since I was born

Climbin' over barb wire clothes got torn

Shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy

Wherever I go they went they my buddys

I brush teef brush naps and cold streets

Dreamin' of Cadillacs wood wheels and plush seats

Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats

Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf

When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for action

Starin' at beer cans and the moment to crack one

Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys

And be with all the people makin all that goddamn noise

 

Chorus Keon Bryce (x2)

We were tryin so hard

Hard to survive

Cause even though we were young

We had to stay strong

No matter what we went through

It was me and my crew

And thats how we win

When we were kids

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