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

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…

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Текст песни:

(feat. Common, Spike Lee)

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

[Ludacris]
WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP! [rooster crows]
I see the sunshine GAZING through the window pane (yeah)
Blazin like indo flame; it′s to WAKE UP!! Come to yo′ sense manye
Snow is all around you, but you don′t play in the winter games!
Cartridges surround you, but you ain′t playin Nintendo games!
Load ′em up and fill ′em up, to the top before you cock and aim
Tryna get from the bottom to the TOP, like the stock exchange
Shower shit and shave and hit the corner for a block exchange
Amazing what my people′ll (DO), for some pocket change
But maybe this ain′t the life that you chose (chose)
This is the life where you stay strapped
and pack a knife or end up with a blooded nose
Street survivor or survivor of the streets! (streets!)
And only the strong survive, there′s no survival for the weak! (weak!)
Catch a sneak peak of DEATH if you ain′t on ya Ps and Qs
They carry banana clips and niggaz′ll peel you for ya shoes
It′s the (Blues), but not on (Hill Street)
Hmm, you could call it, "kill or be killed" street
"Lost a pint of blood, let it SPILL" street
STOP AND WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!! [rooster crows]
WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!! [rooster crows]

[Chorus]
They say my folks′ll do WHATEVER for the fortune and the fame
And it′ll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I′m sayin
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to ′em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to ′em)
You say the only family that you got is in a gang
And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I′m sayin
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to ′em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to ′em)

[Common]
I′ve been in this ′ere since we were drinkin beers
Years we′ve spent together, used to break up, get together, split a fight
Every night, gettin cheddar, movin white
Our thang, so we had to (Do it Right) like Spike
Holdin 40s, gettin green on acres, these broads were our mules
That′s when we used to serve in front of Com′wealth School
Fuel for cars and jewels, chains and tools
It was (Organized) crime but we remained (Konfused)
Mom in the pews, singin, "Lord, protect ′em"
You might not a-gree with our views, but you had to respect ′em
Diamonds in the rough, but were we reflectin
a system that′s aburpt, the streets, or no ?pressure?
One morning in the mirror, I seen my reflection
A young man with good spirits, but needed direction
I guess my man′s death, was my (Ressurection)
′cause now I hear him sayin from heaven,
"Wake up! (WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUaaaahhhhh-)
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! (aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh-up!)
Wake UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!"

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

[Ludacris]
I, woke up this morning and got a call
My pot′nah said he had news about a girl named Baby Doll
She got fo′ baby daddies - fo′ kids by fo′ different men
And she just found out she′s pregnant, I said, "No, not again!"
Man, when she gonna learn she don′t wanna spend her life in court?
Lookin for back payments and fightin for that child supports
Chasin checks, chasin her ounce of respect, chasin paper
Chasin entertainers or rappers and ballplayers
Not carin about a condom, I say, "Help her Lord, PLEASE"
′fore she stuck wit mo′ babies or ends up fightin some di-SEASE
You know that you a momma and mommas, we cain′t lose ya (no!)
Treat yourself better, you carry seeds to the future (whoo!)
And the future looks dim if we don′t get ourselves together
We gotta sacrifice, some do WHATEVER for the cheddar
So make the right decisions ′til you ready to give birth
And know that you the most precious gift we have on this earth
Babies, stop and WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!! [rooster crows]
WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!! [rooster crows]

[Chorus 2]
They say my folks′ll do WHATEVER for the fortune and the fame
And it′ll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I′m sayin
Use your brain baby, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to ′em)
Use your brain baby, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to ′em)
You say you want a family but it′s hard without a mayne
And the only way to make it is to get him fo′ his change, but I′m sayin
Use your brain baby, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to ′em)
Use your brain baby, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to ′em)

[Spike Lee - Outro]
Wake up, wake up..
It′s a new day! C′mon brothers, wake up
C′mon sisters, wake up
ATL, wake up, wake up, baby
Chi-Town, wake up wake up
Brooklyn′s in the house!
Wake up, Brooklyn!
Ludacris! Common Sense and ME, SPIKE LEE! [echoes]

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

@ Ludacris

Текст песни:

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

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

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

[Hook: Claret Jai]

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

[Hook: Claret Jai]

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

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

[Hook]

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

[Ludacris]
We too dangerous for the World

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Текст песни:

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

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

[Verse 1]
So, so, come on, come on. DON′T get swung on, swung on. It′s the knick-knack-patty-whack still
riding cadillacs. Family
off the streets, made my homies put the baggies back. (Whoo!) Still snaggin′ plaques (yep), still
action-packed (yep), and
dope.. i keep it flippin′ like acrobats. That′s why I pack a mack, that′ll crack a back, cause on my
waist, there′s more
heat than the shaq-attack! But I ain′t speakin′ about ballin′, jus′ thinkin′ about brawlin′ ′til
y′all start ballin′. We
all in together now, birds of the feather now, jus′ bought a plane so we change in the weather now.
So put your brakes on,
cats put your capes on, and knock off your block, get dropped, and have your face blown. Cause I′ll
prove it, scratch off
the music, like hey little stupid, don′t make me looose it!

[Chorus]

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

See I caught him with a right hook, caught him with a jab, caught him with an upper cut, kicked him
in his ass. Sent him
on his way cause I ain′t for that talk, and no trips to the county.. I ain′t for that walk! We split
like 2 pins at the
end of a lane, we′ll knock out your spotlight and put end to your fame. Put a DTP pendant at the end
of yo′ chain, and put
the booty of a swish at the end of a flaamme.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Hey, you want WHAT with me?! I′m gonna tell you one time, don′t FUCK with me! Get down! Beat his
ass.. ain′t got nothin′
to lose, and i′m havin a bad day, don′t make me take it out on you! [x2]

Maann, cause I don′t wanna do that. I wanna have a good time and enjoy my Jack.. sit back and watch
some women get drunk
as hell, so I can wake up in the morning with a story to tell. I know it′s been a little while since
I′ve been out the
house, but now I′m here.. you wanna stand around runnin′ yo′ mouth? I can′t hear nothing you sayin′
or spittin′, so what′s
up? Don′t you see we in the club?, man shut the fuck up!

[Chorus]

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

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Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

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

[Hook:]

[Chorus:]

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

[Hook:]

[Chorus:]

@ 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:

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. 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