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Текст песни:

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

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

(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

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

(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]

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

[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]

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

(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

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

[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

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

(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

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

(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…

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

(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)

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

(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]

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

(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!

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

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

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

(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


@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

[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

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

(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

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

(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

@ Ludacris