Ludacris Lyrics

Album: BACK FOR THE FIRST TIME

What's Your Fantasy (Remix) Lyrics

U Got A Problem?

 

 Game Got Switched

 

 1st and 10

 

 What's Your Fantasy

 

 Hood Stuck

 

 Get Off Me

 

 Mouthing Off

 

 Stick 'Em Up

 

 Ho

 

 Catch Up

 

 Southern Hospitality

 

 What's Your Fantasy (Remix)

 

 Phat Rabbit

 

 Rock and a Hard Place

 

 

 U Got A Problem? Lyrics [Intro]

- Yeah come see this nigga

come see this ol' light-skinned motherfucker

I seen him and I'm addicted

Disturbin Tha Piece is the click

Please tell these fake-ass niggaz who you are

[Ludacris]

I be dat nigga named Luda'

Alert Alert! It's the ATLlien intruder

College Park waterboy, spit in the c-cooler

I +Jam+ till they +Def+, they call me Slick Dick Da Ruler

Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed

Keep yo' eyes closed, 'bow blows, come on out dem clothes hos

Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po

And I chose, to be dat numba one contender

Southern offender, fuckin up ya whole agenda

When I walk you try to run, when I run you try to hide

You skate at the snap of my fingers call me +Golden Glide+

Its you and I, Do or Die, who am I?

I got a pocket full of +Family Stone+, cats think I'm +Sly+

Ohh why try? You one of dem niggaz that like to cheat death

And I'm one of dem niggaz

that rip out Excursions til there's no seats left

You shit out wheat chex, and fart out deep breaths

While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all v-necks

[Skit]

- Who, that nigga 'Cris?

Aw dat nigga is aight

Dat nigga can't fuck wit me though!

Let me get on the mic

Nigga, who the fuck are you nigga?

[Ludacris]

I be dat nigga Bronze Bridges

Playaz wanna ball but go on strike cause of my pitches

They think I want they be-itches

But I don't want no pigeons yet pigeons can scrub my dishes

And y'all don't want no scrubs til y'all pull out y'all extensions

Y'all in school detention that'll neva come out

Man I'll cut yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo' mouth

Cause we da shit in the South, they know what I'm talkin bout

You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph

4-Ize twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames

Not even Joshua can come to +War+ wit dese +Games+

These bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns

You all wet behind the ears but its a drought in ya brain

and that's the simple and plain mayne, three w dot shhhh

(Man that dude Luder's got some hotter than hot shhh)

Well sh-sh-sh-shut the fuck up

Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut the fuck up

[Skit]

- Hold on man, hold on lil buddy

Y'all talkin bout shorty man?

Shorty up at da radio station?

Shorty be poppin man?

Let the name be known who y'all talkin bout

[Ludacris] 

I be dat nigga da +Lova Lova+

I'm nastier than thinkin about yo' parents sex each other

No glove, no love, betta tell yo' dick to run for cover

So when lightnin strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers

if you know what I mean!

Not everybody's Mr and Mrs. Clean

Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams

Girls "backin dey ass up" now they +400 Degreez+, ha

Hot girl, tryin to give to niggaz up on the block girl

Have you screamin "STOP GIRL!"

I rock worlds with my nine inch Louisville slugga

Still wonder why they call me Lova Lova?

Self-explanitorium, ass-valedictorian

I bring 'em "Back to the Future" like a '85 Delorean

The Luda drug emporium, ON the counter prescriptions

You like my diction and my doctor/nurse convention

I place the stethoscope quite close to yo tittie

and have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly

[Ludacris]

See me, see me ha ha ha

CEO, D.T.P.

Infamous 2-0, Fate Forsta

4-ize-zy, Shondrez-zy on da beat

Playa Circle to ya boy, College Park nigga

Virgo nigga, what wha?

ahh ahh ahh.... Game Got Switched Lyrics [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 dick, BEOTCH!!

[Verse 1]

I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOL

We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels

No holds barred but obey the block rules

Cock tools put chlorine in record pools

Are there anyone like ya (HELL NAW!!)

I treat humans like students (FAIL Y'ALL)

So turn ya books to page 69 and start suckin

When Organized drop the tracks then start duckin

When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin

[Girl:] You wanna be startin some'n 

Get out the booth 

and lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down do's

Save all the H20 for front rows

Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes

Stay chromed out and that's on or off road

If you know what I mean proceed to stay clean

Light skinded nigga turn red but get green

Inhale some of that 'dro but blow steam

Love a combination big ass and tight jeans

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

[Girl:] Boy you done lost yo' mind

No I've lost my virginity

And I shot click like that fool shot Kennedy

What's the remedy Hennessey Coke

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

Ashes to ashes smoke or get smoked

We come by the masses you come and get choked

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

Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope

So now we eatin lobster shrimp and things

And watch for imposters that's been in the game

We invented the game and y'all just got hip

[Dude:] Man what's that smell 

PROBABLY YO UPPER LIP

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

Even if it's cigars and that purple color dank

Chillin in the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks

So put this in yo' jaw like weiners and beef franks

[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)] 1st & 10 Lyrics Click, click

Click, click

Yeah

Click, click

DTP nigga!

[Infamous 2-0]

I started with ten mack tens

And ten clips and ten pens

Got ten times richer in the span of ten years

Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten

I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men

[Fate Wilson]

At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs

Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs

Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves

Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs

[Ludacris]

Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks

Watching eight flicks

You's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lips

I figure eight when my mind goes in circles

DID I DO THAT or was it Mystikal and Urkel?

[Infamous 2-0]

On to 7 Ak 47, so what?

I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck

Then put seven in your chest seven days a week

And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep

[Chorus]

It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4

3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door

These DTP niggas come ready for war

So don't start the fucking game

If you won't settle the score

[Fate Wilson]

I got six hoes distributing on six blocks

It's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing

Six gun shots left

One pint of Vodka before this pimp will hit

It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket

[Ludacris]

Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus

Then smack you so hard that you have to come with 2Pacalypse

Five stars, twenty rims, five cars

I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars

[Infamous 2-0]

I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floor

For you niggas talkin' shit

I'm fixin' to show you what for

I did four months in the bing instead of a hearst

Now it's DTP for life, dog for better or worse

[Fate Wilson]

I fuck three best friends

Ran on all three the same game

In these streets I'm a murderer

I got three alias names

I'm three times insane

Three shots will cave your brain

On 3 fire and ready, cock back and aim

[Chorus]

It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4

3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door

These DTP niggas come ready for war

So don't start the fucking game

If you won't settle the score

[Ludacris]

I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunition

But at Friday the 13th

What's up now superstition?

I'm a two timer with a couple of twins

Double jeopardy

With a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz

[Fate Wilson]

I got one motto get dough till your gone

I got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoes

I'm numero uno with one more before I go

If you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow

[Infamous 2-0]

And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me

Because I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys

0-6 is my clique along with PC

Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Shondrez

[Ludacris]

It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1

Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain

It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1

Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain

It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4

3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door

These DTP niggas come ready for war

So don't start the fucking game

If you won't settle the score What's Your Fantasy Lyrics [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, then Shawna *2X*]

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes

And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo'

Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave

But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

[Ludacris]

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

while the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree

And if you like in the club we can do it

in the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P.

Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top

Lick it don't stop, keep the door locked while the boat rock 

We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait til the show stop

or how 'bout on the beach with black sand

lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man

Table top or just give me a lap dance

The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands

That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom

or in back of a classroom

how ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon

see I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em

I flash 'em and out last 'em

and if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em

I'll let 'em free 

and the tell me what they fantasy

like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]

I wanna get you in the bath tub

with the candle lit you give it up till they go out

or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert

cause you know I got sold out

or red carpet dick could just roll out

go 'head and scream you can't hold out

we can do it in the pouring rain

runnin the train when it's hot or cold out

how 'bout in the library on top of books

but you can't be too loud

you wanna make a brother beg for it

give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud

we can do it in the white house

tryna make them turn the lights out 

champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing

what's my name, what's my name, what's my name a sauna, jacuzzi

in the back row at the movie

You can stratch my back and rule me

You can push me or just pull me

on hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uh

eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]

I wanna get you in the back seat windows up

that's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert

Rip the pants and rip the shirt, ruff sex make it hurt

in the garden all in the dir

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

Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid

In the sun or up in the shade

on the top of my escalade

Maybe your girl and my friend can trade; tag team, off the ropes!

On the ocean or in the boat! Factories or on hundred spokes!

What about up in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt

Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt

Scream help play my game; dracula man I'll get my fangs

Horseback and I'll get my reigns, school teacher let me get my brains

[Chorus - repeat 4X] Hood Stuck Lyrics [Chorus (Ludacris)]

Eastside, eastside nigga wha?

(Eastside, eastside nigga what?)

I'm talk bout da Westside, westside nigga wha?

(Westside, westside nigga wha?)

Northside, northside nigga wha?

(Northside, northside nigga wha?)

Southside, southside nigga wha?

(Southside, southside nigga wha?)

[Ludacris]

Good luck, time to get hood stuck

Caldasac trap, Mr. Good Stuff

Ludacris give me 20 push-ups

Last summer, got da hook up

You know what I did

Who'd eva thought up they grew up on one of the BeBe Kids

Type of rat, sat on my ass

And fiendin' for cash

Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pass

Now what we got 'round here is a 20-20 twins

and whats up in my hand, is a bottle of Gin

I love women so I'm in it to win it

In it to green

In it to get in it and get in it again

You got two booties so you whippin yo chin

And I don't blame you

I lay in da sand, ya'll lay in da snow and make angels

My ice piece dangle

make my chest look older

Touch it and fall apart like yo High school folder

I'ma Trojan man, BHS hall supplier

Shady park resident and southside Rider

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]

Get back, time to get hood jacked

Gold chain, took dat

World of Ghetto fabolous Dopeboys and Hoodrats

Becareful what you look at

cause you lookin to long

You might go blind in my briefs cause my dick is too long

I'm gettin nutt while I'm singin this song

and there is enough for everybody in da party 

while ya'll hittin da bong

But ya'll be hittin my schlong

you play the flute quite nicely

When teeth interrupt, you can watch as I get fiesty

Oh no, you suckas didn't request back up

Broads I seem to rack up

When I pull da gold acta

Get slapped up

Drove up da wall

Put it in Reverse

you can hope for the best, but expect the worst

You at a place like some D's on a Hurst

Its quite funny

Phat Rabbit, playboy bunny

It seems as if thats what I need

Filthy south and Ds

Thats why I roll in from da Southside breeze

Give it to me now

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]

Your pick time to get hood sick

Hit'em wit a good lick

Clean out yo house from da couch to da toothpick

EastSide Ruthless

WestSide leave 'em clueless

my Northside mackers got dis broads actin foolish

And do this for a living

while you stuck up in yo cubicle

Nightlife runnin dis streets, it sounds beautiful

Women break a cuticle

Ballas break bread

Southside, I represent it till I'm dead

What wha

[Chorus x2]

 Get Off Me Lyrics [Ludacris & Pastor Troy]

what (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)

I (I ), I (I ), I (I ), I (I )

[Pastor Troy]

OK, come on, what 

[Ludacris & Pastor Troy]

what (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)

oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oohhhh)

[Chorus: Ludacris]

Get off me, but I'm on you all day

Get off me, I don't think you wanna play

[repeat 2x]

[Luda] You wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me

cause you weigh too dusty, and rusty, and musty

[Troy] You betta shop that make you pop up from lock up

but you tell your folks to hold you're jack up to back up (to back up)

[Luda] I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room

[Troy] It ain't nothinnnnn

[Luda] A a watch out watch out, boom

Call me the hit man, 'cuz I make you wanna call time-out

Then I make your mom cry-out, when I take your whole spine out

then watch me take ya, and fake ya, and shake ya, and break ya

and see you on hoooome to your maker

[Troy] You should give up now for talkin shit like that

But then you nothing, you garbage you betta' watch ya' back

[Chorus]

[Troy] (OK, OK now)

[Luda] I'm in that 2000 excursion

[Troy] Ridin on 22's, I hear da boom

[Luda] But booms just get more crunk

[Troy] It's the DSGB forever

[Luda] Ridin on pump

[Troy] I stunk, or did I say stunk, I meant stank (UN huh)

I think I'll take it please, or in another coffee break

you aint, but you can pretend to be homey

[Luda] I'm stiff arming these busters just as soon they get on me

[Chorus: repeat 2x] Mouthing Off Lyrics [Ludacris]

Yeah, hah..

When it all come down to it we ain't have shit!

(Woo! Use your mouth, haha)

Ludacris, 4-Ize, it's like this

[Verse One]

I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust

Then give you a eighty dollar gift certificate to Pussies 'R Us

I eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but the crust

So you can feel what it's like, with instinct but no guts

A sac wit no nuts or a mack wit no sluts

Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched

They call me Seymour Butts, cause I get mo' ass than most

They say I'm next and got that butter love, and get too close

Follow the leader cause I'm meaner than medula oblongota

My +Tribe's+ on more +Quests+ than +Midnight Marauders+

It's all piсa coladas, no cops and robbers

Takin trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas

I hump more than llamas, get rolled more than tires

If you say I'm not nice, then youse a motherfuckin liar

Entitled to your Opini-ons, into the next millenium

So many +Major Coinz+ that I thought I had +Amil+lion

4-Ize.. 4-Ize whatcha? 4-Ize

[4-Ize]

Yo, I am goin to blow up the Earth

with my "pew-36 explosive space modulator"

Buddha be praised, you meditator

Drop squad interrogator, 85 percent regulator

The Educator and the Almighty Creator, dedicater

The seperater of fiction, I spark friction

Smoking "Hay" without the +Crucial Conflict+ion

4-Ize prescription; microphone, Jackie Stallone

Psychic prediction, Egytian descripition

of my psychical, my flesh is weak and it's pitiful

Spiritiual is hooked up to the invisibile

umbilical cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Devine Kah

Remove paper of tar from every cigar

I slap authority like Gabor, Zsa Zsa

Half Allah, Half Anti Christ Superstar

Rockin the microphone with a hand like Dr. Claw

While I'm hittin trees - harder than Sonny Bono

Double Dragon, mixed up with an Abobo

I kill villians in slow-mo for talkin crazy in my Dojo

Got nothin to lose, like I'm a boxcar hobo

When I get Ludacris with bridges on the promo

Niggaz wanna clown; I'm +Homey+ and +Bozo+

Cause in the grand prize game my life callin like Jo-Jo

The name sticks like Toto

I keep it realer than alien autopsy photo

You similiar to a Spice Girl goin solo

You lost like BEBE, or a dog named Toto

My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo

We +Cop+ +Robo+, virgo

Bust ass like a motherfuckin homo, como estas?

Tony Del Negro

Built to destroy these kid's blocks of Legos

Lego my Eggo cause I say so

Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted

Manifested, elevated, I uplifted

The elevator, the esclator

"That's not a knife? That's a knife!"

Crocodile Dundee the Alligator Rustler

Cause I hustle ya, under the +China+

+Big Trouble+, little sewer but still I find ya

Cause I'm stinky

Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky

Yo, my third eye is blinky

[everybody cracks up laughing] Stick 'Em Up Lyrics Yeah nigga got that Ludacris

Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click

And you know what i'm tired of?

I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas

So if you see one you know what you do?

[Chorus:]

Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up

Put ya hands up where I can see em see em see em

Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up

Target niggas wouldn't wanna be em be em be em

[repeat]

[Pimp C]

Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour

For the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollars

I'm from Texas nigga it get hectic nigga

People depending on me I can't neglect it niggas

Cause the game is deeper than just working off the beeper

If the paper ain't right then we calling a sweeper

To clean up the problems and straighten the mess

So nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya vest

This ain't the east or the west the 'bama weed or the stress

I'm Young Pimp from Port Arthur and we done passed the test

And we smoking the best everywhere that we go

And when our records come out them bitches sell out the sto'

Stayin throat on the 'dro and keep that thang on the flo'

Want my momey up front when we come for the show

Y'all can play wit ya paper but i'm dyin for mine

So while y'all buying them watches i'ma stay on the grind

Fuck Nigga

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]

Hallow laid hollow sprayed I'm the hollow man

I get to my fuckin point wit my hollow plan

Hollow bullets I pull it i'm about to live in vain

And then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain

It's mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin gauge

Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fuckin stage

I feel a ghetto rage let's turn the ghetto page

My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs

And I got a ghetto aim with diamond 'bezeled rangs

So while my index is working my pinky's blinding thangs

I hit em at close range I spit em at most brains

You think you real rich nigga we gonna make some chump change

You think it's a fucking game you think it's a blood sport

You gasping for breath and I'm puffin on one of these Newports

And I see a red dot aimed at yo head

Then bright lights oh no po-po and guess what they said

They said

[Chorus]

[Bun-B]

Say nigga you think it's a joke?

Trill niggas be going for broke

Twist this whistle loc and them muthafuckin pistols smoke

And it's just a matter of time before you labeled a busta

I just the nigga that couldn't catch up and cut the mustard

Now I got confidence I don't need no condiments

All I need is common sense to see through your incompetence

Nigga keep your compliments they don't flatter me

And that'll be the day bitch we don't play you know where the gat'll be

huh, right on the side of me (side of me)

Right where it's 'posed to be ('posed to be)

Bitch niggas die for me (die for me)

Just for getting too close to me (close to me)

So kiss your rosery beads and sing a silent one cause

I promise if you get it it's gone be a violent one

Coroner catching his breath like he's got asthma

When they cut on the blue light and see all that fucking plasma

Millenium murda master nigga I ain't new to this

So when you see that Bun-B young pimp or that Ludacris

You just

[Chorus]

ATL the PAT UGK and DTP

(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)

Shawn Drey I twenty Ludacris and Fake Fees

(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)

Down South how we do it Pimp C and Bun-B

(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)

Roll trees ride D's make cheese and shake fleas

(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em) Ho Lyrics [Chorus]

Hooooooooo (Ho)

Youza Hoooooo (Ho)

Youza Hoooooo (Ho)

I said that youza hooooo (Ho)

[Repeat 1x]

[Ludacris]

You doin ho activities

With ho tendencies

Hos are your friends, hoes are your enemies

With ho energy to do whacha do

Blew whacha blew

Screw whacha screw

Yall professional like DJ Clue, pullin on my coat tail

an why do you think you take a ho to a hotel?

Hotel everybody, even the mayor

Reach up in tha sky for tha hozone laya

Come on playa once a ho always

And hos never close they open like hallways

An heres a ho cake for you whole ho crew

an everybody wants some cuz hoes gotta eat too

[chorus x2]

[Ludacris]

Cant turn a ho into a housewife

Hos dont act right

Theres hos on a mission, an hoes on a crackpipe

Hey ho how ya doin, where ya been?

Prolly doin ho stuff cuz there you ho again

Its a ho wide world, that we livin in

feline, feminine, fantastical, women

Not all, just some

You ho who you are

Theres hoes in tha room, theres hoes in tha car

theres hoes on stage, theres hoes by tha bar

hos by near, an hos by far

Ho! (But can i getta ride?!)

NO! (Cmon, nigga why?!)

Cuz youza

[chorus 2x]

[Ludacris]

You gotta run in your pantyhos

Even your daddy knows

that you suckin down chocolate like daddy-o's

You hos are horrible, horrendous

On taxes ya'll writin off hos as dependents

I see tha ho risin

it aint surprisin

its just a hoasis

with ugly chicks faces

but hos dont feel so sad and blue

cuz most of us niggaz is hos too

[chorus x2]

(Ho)

Muthafuckas im so tiired of yall niggaz always talkin

bout hos this, hos that, you tha muthafuckin ho nigga

I wasnt no ho last night

(Pimp)

Ho, bring yo ass!

(Ho)

Ok, hold on Catch Up Lyrics [Chorus]

All this drinking gon catch up

And all this smoking gon catch up

But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck

But some niggaz just relly don't give a fuck

And all this drinking gon catch up

And all this smoking gon catch up

But some bitches just really don't give a fuck

But some bitches just really don't give a fuck

[Ludacris]

Now let me be quite Frank

Cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda

Always got a drink

And I'm steady smoking buddah

I do the

Evil that'll bend you when I get you

I'mma sit you down

Then take it to the mental and essential and clown

Every chance I get

Bitch I'm hit

Not by no bullet or no pellet 

But the smoke from the can a beer shit

I might just be too high

Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by

And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin

And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again

So when I get old I'mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver

With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver

[Chorus]

[Infamous 2-0]

Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos 

Steward Ave. Homes

Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo

Doublin' dough 24-7

Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend

Runnin wit 2 strike felons

And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron

Then'll smoke a L

Bust shells

And dare ya to tell

Walk up in the club

Pretty thug

Fucked up off head shots

Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's

hot

Shaking tits and twats

Placing big face 20's and cock

Loading clips and glocks

Knowing we got the haters hot

The ballin' don't stop

Just drop more G's on drink and drugs

Live it up young nigga cause it's gon' catch up

[Chorus]

[F.A.T.E.]

Now wit the help of Hen and Coke

I grab my pen and pad and wrote

Something that I knew was dope

And represent for my kinfolk

Pimp a hoe until she broke

Wit mo lines than chopped coke

Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King

But I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretta

My shit even come out better

Grab a blunt put it together

What a nigga really need

Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker til he

bleed

Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out

Or the club get closed out

If it's hoes out I show out

Call Tyheed get Dro'd out

There's no doubt I love my life

Love the light

Love to write

Love the mic

So take a drag

Grab a bag and match up

Hennessey and bad weed

Believe me it catch up

[Chorus]

[F.A.T.E.]

Git it right

Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL

We are the dirty south's dirtiest. Disturbing the peace.

[White guy]

Hey bring on the bitches!! Southern Hospitality Lyrics [Ludacris]

Uhh..

Cadillac grills, Cadillac mill's

Check out the oil my Cadillac spills

Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill

So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills

Twenty inch - wide, twenty inches high

Hoe don't you like my twenty inch - ride

Twenty inch thighs make twenty inch - eyes

Hoping for American twenty inch - pies

Pretty ass - clothes, pretty ass - toes

Oh how I love these pretty ass - hoes

Pretty ass high class anything - goes

Catch 'em in the club throwin pretty ass 'bows

Long-john drawers, long-john stalls

Any stank puss' make my long john - pause

Women on they cell makin long john calls

And if they like to juggle, get long john's - balls

[Chorus]

All my players in the house that can buy the bar

And the ballin-ass niggaz wit the candy cars

If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes

When you get on the flo' - nigga throw dem 'bows

All my women in the house if you chasin cash

And you got some big titties wit a matchin ass

Witcha fly-ass boots or ya open toes

When ya get on the flo' - nigga throw dem 'bows

[Ludacris]

Dirty South mind blowin Dirty South bread

Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed

Sleep in a cot'-pickin Dirty South bed

Dirty South guls gimme Dirty South head

Hand me down flip-flops, hand me down socks

Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks

Hand me down a 50 pack Swisher Sweets box

And goodfella rich niggaz hand me down stocks

Mouth full of platinum, mouth full of gold

Forty glock cal' keep your mouth on hold

Lie through your teeth you could find your mouth - cold

and rip out ya tongue cause of what ya mouth - told

Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea

Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D

And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree

And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]

Hit by - stars, hit by - cars

Drunk off the liquor gettin hit by - bars

Keep yo' gul close cause she's hit by - far

Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars

Afro - picks, afro - chicks

I let my "Soul Glow" from my afro - dick

Rabbit out the hat pullin afro - tricks

Afro-American afro - thick

Overall country, overall jeans

Overall Georgia, we overall clean

"Southern Hospitality" or overall mean

Overall triple, overall beams

Thugged out niggaz wear thugged out - chains

Thugged out blocks playin thugged out - games

All black tinted up thugged out - Range

DTP stay doing thugged out - thangs

[Chorus 2X]

.. (nigga throw dem 'bows)

.. (nigga throw dem 'bows)

.. (nigga throw dem 'bows)

.. (nigga throw dem 'bows) What's Your Fantasy Remix Lyrics [Ludacris]

Yeah (Remix)

Yeah (Remix)

Yeah (Remix)

Yeah

Give it to me now, give it to me now

Give it to me now, give it to me now

[Shawna]

Yeah (Remix)

Yeah (Remix)

Yeah (Remix)

Yeah

Give it to me now, give it to me now

Give it to me now

[Ludacris]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down, to the down to the, to the floor

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

But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Trina]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor

I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave

But you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know what's your fantasies

[Trina (Ludacris)]

You know what I need

Somebody that who can come li-li-lick the clit

(Alright)

And a nigga who ain't thinking 'bout a Trina LP

And I'll make him go and get my shit

We can go from a fly ass jetta to a Coupe De Ville

Hotel tally ho or the Beverly Hill

A real nigga not the run of the mill

To come and spank me and make me shoot to kill

From the kitchen then you can move me

To the jaccuzzi and out the booty

Come and do your duty

Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie

Butt naked in a bed of cash

Make tough stuff stutter when I shake my ass

Damn she back, I though she a thing of the past

Cause I'm a bad bitch and I'm off the glass (Okay)

Having sex in little jets menage'tois

Getting buck wild no matter where we are

Indie 500 in the back of the car

In a dark ass club on the back of a bar

Never want, never ever wanna leave

Work for me like league over seas

I want a man to fulfill my needs

To keep my body trembling and buckle my knees

[Ludacris]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor

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

But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed, down to the down to the to the floor

I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave

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

[Shawna]

I wanna do in the canopy

I wanna do it where your girl gon see and get mad at me

I want a nigga that'll grab the weave

And turn my eyes Chinese

Tell me baby can you handle me?

I wanna do it all in your mouth

Then I'll pull the ass out

Make you bounce till you pass out

Or we can cut up in the grass

And give the neighbors a flash

Can you tell me who the bad motherfucker now?

Said I wanna take-ta-take-take a nigga back to the crib

And I wanna do, do all the things that I never did

Like I up on the top-to-top-top of the projects getting head

Or you can find me in a dro-drop-drop-drop on dubs in the candy red

I like a nigga when he face down, mouth wide

Polo down with them blades on the ride

Give me a pound with the case on the side

But it's okay I'm gon break something tonight

Oh see get on your knees

And I'll show you what's my fantasy

Like up in the coupe, coupe

Tell your bitch she ain't gotta be mad at me

[Ludacris]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor

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

(Remix, remix)

But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Foxy Brown]

You gotta li li li lick me from my ass to my clit

Then you gotta su-suck the pussy while I sit on your dick

And I wanna talk some shit while I feel it get stiff

And then ruba-dub on my tits while I nut on your lips nigga

I'm a BK bitch, love to ride dick

Ass in his face, cock spread out

Nigga uptown, nigga down south

Same ol' shit, foot's in his mouth

F-O-X call me rough sex

Especially when a bitch get right on the X

Get it, right on X

Fuck him, check right to the next

Bitches go right, Fox right to the left

Nigga can't fuck, burner on his chest

36 D's, Prada on the breats

Baddest, send him home with na na on his breath

What? How you think a bitch got my rep?

3 Mills, still BK to the death

Still don't give a fuck

Still pose naked

Still specialize on sittin' on niggas faces

Pop magnum's by the cases

X5 Benz still spend big faces

Big frown, brown, hold first places

You know what you can do nigga?

You can li li li lick me from my ass to my clit

And ruba-dub up on my tits while I nu-nut on your lips, fucka

[Ludacris]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor

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

But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor

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

But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Ludacris]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor

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

But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor

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

But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Ludacris]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor

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

But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Trina]

I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes

And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor

I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave

But you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know what's your fantasies Phat Rabbit Lyrics [Ludacris - Verse One]

I be that nigga named Ludi

a k a L-O-V-A L-O-V-A

Fuck that shit

Nigga what you wan say one time

Southside let's ride (say what)

And if you love what you do, do what you feel

Then I know you gonna mark my words

Yall drop shit like birds

Then it's about the time for yo ass to get served

Just lay it on down

Just lay it on down 

While we relax to the tight raps

And the phat tracks

That that nigga Timbaland put down

Oh yes, let's get it on down to the nitty grit

Don't have no time for the patient

Cuz I got more dick than a lil' bit

And time flies, when I'm havin' fun

I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just "run baby run"

I guess that they can't handle this

Brothers just to scandalous

If you don't wanna get freaked

then get out my way like an ambulance (say what)

Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the fake

And tell you boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hate

Kick back relax, and just take off yo shoes

Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) 

Yea

[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS]

Let me touch it (let me touch it)

Let me feel it (let me feel it)

Let me grab it (let me grab it)

That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)

Let me touch it (let me touch it)

Let me feel it (let me feel it)

Let me grab it (let me grab it)

That-that rabbit (ohhh, c'mon)

Let me touch it (let me touch it)

Let me feel it (let me feel it)

Let me grab it (let me grab it)

Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)

Let me touch it (let me touch it)

Let me feel it (let me feel it)

Let me grab it (let me grab it)

That-that fat rabbit (uh oh)

[Ludacris - Verse Two]

Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack

Showin' them where that love's at

So open up your eyes and get a surprise like in CrackerJacks

Punan' Don happy

Givin' up that nappy dug out

Get the cut up, then I cut out

Why you standin there wit yo' butt out (whoo)

And it's always in the back of my mind

Wherever the place, whenever the time

Even in College Park, after dark, I'ma get my sunshine

Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in ya

Beginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner

And let dinner be served

Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder

and put so much light in yo' life I'll make the roaches scatter

The wetta the betta, I'm ready to get ya

Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar

So I can freak ya like I just met ya

Hot like a sauna, get comfy like in a Cadillac

Nick nack paddy wack give a dog a bone Jack

Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes

Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) 

Yea

[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS TWO]

Let me touch it (let me touch it)

Let me feel it (let me feel it)

Let me grab it (let me grab it)

That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)

Let me touch it (let me touch it)

Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)

Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)

That-that rabbit, girl (ohhh, c'mon)

Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)

Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)

Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)

Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)

Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)

Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)

Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)

That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh)

[Ludacris]

Yo' love is supa-cala-fragalistic

You don't know how bad I missed it

If it broke then don't fix it

Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit

Reminisce like Mary

I gotta pop that cherry

Kinda like that coochie

You wanna be my hoochie

Better than my advesary

Don't be so scary

I, never thought that you could act up

Make a nigga wanna back up

Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up

So we can slip and slide

Make you wanna dip and dive

Trippin' while we rip and ride

Til I get to the coming side

Got you where I want yo ass

In the case of an emergency, break the glass

Keep yo eyes on the President, erase the past

We be happy if we had more blunts to pass

Get done up and run up

And the guts of yo butt don't shake like they used to

I wake 'em up like a rooster

Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster

No worry, no hurry

No pain, no gain

Keep yo eyes on strain

Cuz ain't a damn thing changed

Kick back, relax and take off yo shoes

Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) 

Yea

[Repeat CHORUS TWO]

[Crowds] 

Let me touch it, let me touch it

Let me feel it, let me feel it

Let me grab it, let me grab it

Fat rabbit, fat rabbit

[repeat x4]

[Timbaland]

Wha, uh huh

Yea

Dirty South, can y'all really feel me

East Coast, feel me

West Coast, feel me

Dirty South, can y'all really feel me

East Coast, feel me

West Coast, feel me

Dirty South, (uh huh) can y'all really feel me

East Coast, feel me

West Coast

 Rock And A Hard Place Lyrics Yeah yeah

It's an everyday stuggle

Trying to get out

Trying to get out

Trying to make it

Check this out nigga

What

[Chorus:]

I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place

Bad luck is what resluts from my paper chase

I keep looking it ain't no dough

So I don't wanna look no mo what

[repeat]

I need to get away to another day or place in time

And find where reality can ease my mind

And shine on me like the sons of the earth

For what it's worth my turf is ruff and rugged so I gave birth

To a dream where cream lies between

All the dirt and the gravel so I battle to achieve my green

And still try to move forward at a steady pace

Cause bad luck is interfering with my paper chase

So I erase the crime lies and sad cries

Wit sore eyes and keep mines on the uprise

But it don't work cause im steady getting jerked

By my neighborhood up to no good where bad niggas lurk

The urk me leaving effects that's too negative

So Ludacris is looking for a better place to live

And I can't stand it it's really got me buggin

It's like im in the war and I just keep on tuggin cause i'm

[Chorus]

I try to find a way outta this maze

It's got me crazed im in a daze

So many ways to boost into a different phase

But I can't think I can't do nothing

You think I'm fronting

You hear me grunting

Lord you ain't even saying nuttin

I need some currency before there's an emergency

Forget crimes I won't let my mind get the best of me

It's not gone happen I'm trapped in two worlds

On one side I see diamonds on the other I see pearls

It's a whirlwind disaster with two damn sides

So i'm gone with the wind and come right back with the tide

Cause I keep my eyes on the skies and my head in the clouds

And when my mouth is shut up it makes my thoughts get loud

It's like a crowd in a stadium

Mils I be craving em

Money making schemes locked up in my cranium

Cause I need outta this critical situation

My mind's in jail I don't know the time that it's facing i'm

[Chorus]

I'm sick of knockin I'm sick of clocking

I'm sick of droppin in a hole never reaching my goal

It's got my soul seperated into pieces

It just increases

I'm hit wit anger like a cooked tit wit hot greases

So if you understood my attitude

Maybe you feel what i'm feeling

And then it start appealing

To ya intellect and aspect of dreams and aspirations

Death by temptations even got my heart basting

So i'm tracing the line where I can find a better path

And make it last sit back and laugh before the aftermath

The tragic flaw is what makes it raw

So let it fall and i'll get through it even if I have to crawl

My way, I see the sun and there's no delay

And i'ma pray cause the lord will make a brighter day

Or will he keep me in his holding cell

But enough wit the questions the only story to tell

is that I'm

[Chorus]