Chorus: Y'all got a problem come see meVerse 1: I be that Nigga named LudaAlert, AlertIt's the At alien intruderCollage Park water boy spit in the ca coolerI Jam till they DefThey call me Slick Dick the rulaWomen indeedKeep your eyes closedBold flowsC'mon out them clothes hoesLow pros low blowsWatch out for them Po Po'sAnd I chose to be that number 1 contenderSouthern offenderFucking up your whole agendaWhen I walk you try to runWhen I run you try to hideYou skate at the snap of my fingerCall me golden glideIt's you and IDo or dieWho am II got a pocket full of family stonesCats think I'm slyWhy tryYou one of those niggas that like to cheat deathAnd I'm one of them niggas that rip outExersions until there are no seats leftYou shit and wheat chexAnd fart out deep breathsWhile we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks(Who Cris aw that niggas aight that nigga cant fuck wit me thoughlet me get on tha mic who tha fuck are you)Verse 2: I be that nigga Bronze BridgesPlayas wanna ball but go on strikeCause of my pitchesThey think I want they bitchesBut I don't want no pigeonsYet pigeons can scrub my dishesAnd y'all don't want no scrubsUntil y'all pullout ya extensionsY'all in school detention and never come outMan I'll cut your Achilles tenden and put a sock in yo mouthCause we the shit in the southFate know what I'm talking aboutYa see we Jack and we DanielY'all Earl and RalphFour eyes twirl it outLick it dry it send it to flamesNot even Joshua can come to war wit these gamesThese bitch niggas is lameAnd coming down wit the rainYou all wet behind the ears but itsA drought in your brain.And that's just simply and plain mainThree W dot shhMan that dude Luda got some hot shhMan shut the fuck upBefore you get cut the fuck up(Hold on man hold on lil buddy ya'll talkin bout shawty manshawty up on tha radio stations shawty be poppin man manlet his name be known who ya'll talkin about)Verse 3: I be that nigga that lova lovaI'm nastier than thinking about your parentsSex each otherNo glove no loveBetter tell your dick to run for coverSo when lightning strikesYou'll be safe wit a few rubbersIf you know what I meanNot everybody's Mr. and Mrs. CleanSome get burned like Freddie CruggersSweat dreamsGirls backing they ass upNow they 400 Degrees haHot girlTryin to give it to niggas up on the block girlHave you screaming stop girlI rock worldsWit my nine-inch Louisville sluggerStill wonder why they call me Lover LoverSelf explainectorianAss valedictorianI bring them back to the future like a 85 DelorianThe Luda drug EmporianOn the counter descriptionsYou like my DictionAnd my doctor nurse conventionsPlace the stethascope real close to your tittieAnd have your butt cheeks RedmanLike Uncle Quilly

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]I hate it when it's too many niggaz, not enough hoesToo many rookies, not enough prosThe game got switched on some Ludacris shitSo all y'all can suck my diock, BIATCH!! [Verse 1]I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOLSWe dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewelsNo holds barred but obey the block rulesCock tools put chlorine in record poolsAre 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'nGet out the boothand lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down doorsSave all the H20 for front rowsLive in the bank and watch for stank hoesStay chromed out and that's on or off roadIf you know what I mean proceed to stay cleanLight skinded nigga turn red but get greenInhale some of that 'dro but blow steamLove a combination big ass and tight jeans [Chorus] [Verse 2][Girl:] Boy you done lost yo' mindNo I've lost my virginityAnd I shot quick like that fool shot KennedyWhat's the remedy Hennessey CokeIf you cut all your money you'd still be half brokeAshes to ashes smoke or get smokedWe come by the masses you come and get chokedIf you take me for a fool I'll take you for a jokeTired of fast food so they cooked up dopeSo now we eatin lobster shrimp and thingsAnd watch for imposters that's been in the gameWe invented the game and y'all just got hip[Dude:] Man what's that smellPROBABLY YO UPPER LIPCause I love to walk around like my shit don't stankEven if it's cigars and that purple color dankChillin in the Gump with no trace of Tom HanksSo put this in yo' jaw like weiners and beef franks [Chorus] [Verse 3]I put too much sugar in my Kool..AidAnd party like a kid wit a high top fadeArrive to a show and I like to get paidArrive to a hoe and I like to get laidRide up on my back like rugs and floormatsI'm on the right page but what's my formatI wave to the ocean cause I'm where shores atAnd women go nuts just like my bozackDid you know that? Man I'm the gift of changeElectric stoves so give me the keys to the RangeShagadelic, beautiful but strangeWent to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue FlamesRearrange, same broad different nightPass the E&J and let a nigga get rightThe bomb threaten dude that's on yo same flightThe highlight's that I live a high ass life [Chorus - 3X (w/ minor variations)]

Click, clickClick, clickYeahClick, clickDTP nigga! [Infamous 2-0]I started with ten mack tensAnd ten clips and ten pensGot ten times richer in the span of ten yearsBitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to tenI'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men [Fate Wilson]At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugsPushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubsNine thugs all ski masks, black suited with glovesBreak the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs [Ludacris]Man I ate eight clips with eight chicksWatching eight flicksYou's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lipsI figure eight when my mind goes in circlesDID 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 fuckThen put seven in your chest seven days a weekAnd add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep [Chorus]It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-43-2-murder 1 lyrics at your doorThese DTP niggas come ready for warSo don't start the fucking gameIf you won't settle the score [Fate Wilson]I got six hoes distributing on six blocksIt's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributingSix gun shots leftOne pint of Vodka before this pimp will hitIt'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 esophagusThen smack you so hard that you have to come with 2PacalypseFive stars, twenty rims, five carsI'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 floorFor you niggas talkin' shitI'm fixin' to show you what forI did four months in the bing instead of a hearstNow it's DTP for life, dog for better or worse [Fate Wilson]I fuck three best friendsRan on all three the same gameIn these streets I'm a murdererI got three alias namesI'm three times insaneThree shots will cave your brainOn 3 fire and ready, cock back and aim [Chorus]It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-43-2-murder 1 lyrics at your doorThese DTP niggas come ready for warSo don't start the fucking gameIf you won't settle the score [Ludacris]I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunitionBut at Friday the 13thWhat's up now superstition?I'm a two timer with a couple of twinsDouble jeopardyWith a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz [Fate Wilson]I got one motto get dough till your goneI got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoesI'm numero uno with one more before I goIf you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow [Infamous 2-0]And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to meBecause I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys0-6 is my clique along with PCPretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Shondrez [Ludacris]It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-TwainIt goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-43-2-murder 1 lyrics at your doorThese DTP niggas come ready for warSo don't start the fucking gameIf you won't settle the score

Ludacris:Yeah Yeah Yeah YeahGive it to me now, give it to me nowGive it to me now, give it to me now Shawna:Yeah Yeah Yeah YeahGive it to me now, give it to me nowGive it to me now Chorus:Ludacris & Shawna (repeat 2x)I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toesAnd I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floorThen I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leaveBut I gotta kno kno kno know wha what's your fan-ta-ta-sy Ludacris:I wanna get you in the Georgia dome on the fifty yard lineWhen the dirty birds kick fo' threeAnd if you like it in the club we can do itIn the DJ booth or in the back of the VIPWhip- cream with cherries and strawberries on topLick it don't stopKeep the door locked, Don't knockWhile the boat rock we go bots androbots so they got to wait 'til the show stopHow 'bout on the beach with black sandLick up your thighs and call me the Pac ManTable top or just give me a lap danceThe rock to the park to the point to the flat landsThat man named Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroomOr in the back of a classroomHowever you want it Luva Luva gonna tap that ass soonSee I cast 'em and I pass 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'emI flash 'em and out last 'emAnd if it ain't good, then I trash 'em, while you stash 'emI'll let 'em freeAnd tell me what they fantasylike up on the roof, roof, tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me Chorus: Ludacris:I wanna get you in the bath tubWith the candles lit, you give it up, 'til they go outOr we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert'Cause you know it got sold outOr red carpet dick could just roll outGo 'head and scream, you can't hold outWe can do it in the pouring rainRunnin' the train, when it's hot or when it's cold outHow 'bout in the library on top of booksBut you can't be too loudYou wanna make a brother beg for itGive me TLC 'cause you know I be too proudWe can do it in the white housetry to make them turn the lights outChampaign with my campaign let me do the damn thingWhat's my name, what's my name, what's my name,Aww the sauna, jacuzziIn the back row at the movieYou can scratch my back and rule meYou can push me or just pull meOn hay in the middle of the barn (woo),rose pedals on the silk sheets, uhEating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet Chorus: Ludacris:I wanna get you in the back seat, windows upThat's the way, you like to fuckclogged up, fog alertRip the pants and rip the shirtRuff sex , make it hurtIn the garden,all in the dirtRoll around, Georgia Brown, that's the way I like it twerkLegs jerk, over worked, under-paid, but don't be afraidIn the sun or up in the shadeOn the top of my EscaladeMaybe your girl and my friend can tradeTag team, off the rope, on the ocean or in the boatFactories, or on hundred spokesWhat 'bout up in the candy sto', that chocolate chocolate, make it meltWhips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little bootie up, with my beltScream HELP, play my gameDracula man I'll get my fangs, horse back and I'll get my reinsSchool teacher let me get my brainsChorus (repeat 4x):

Girl We Minus Well See What's Up Wit Them Niggas Hello Hello Yeah Oh Oh What's Up This 20 This 20 Oh Okay Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah So What's Up Man So What's Up Y'all Going To Come Thru Or Not Yeah We Going To Come Thru There Alright That's A Bet Let Me Go On And Tell You How To Get Here You Ready Yeah O K You Go Shit Let Me Let Chris Tell You Hold On Hello Yeah Yeah O K You Go 85 South Okay You Get Off On Old National Highway Make A Left You Going To Come All The Way Down Till You Get To Creal Road Make A Right On Creal Okay Then You Just Going To Keep Coming Down You Going To See This Big Ass White Mansion On The Right Hand Side Word Hell Yeah It's Going To Be This Convertible Jag In The Driveway Range Rover All Black Hell Yeah We Like Right Next Door And Shit In This Hood House Man The Door Kind Of Fucked Up So You Going To Have To Climb Thru The Window Is That Kool What The Fuck Hell No Nigga

East side east side nigga what?East side east side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?South side south side nigga what?South side south side nigga what? Good luck, time to get hood stuck,coldasack trap me some good stuff,ludacris gimme 20 push ups.Last time i got the hook up you know what i didwho ever thought they grew up im one of the bebe kids.Diaper rash, chill on my ass, and feed em for cashAlmost got signed for puff puff but i think ill passNow what we got is right here, some 20 20 twinsAnd whats up in my hand is a bottle of gin.I love women so im in it to win, in it to grin,in it to get in it and get in it again.You got two booties so you wipin yo chin and i don't blame you.I lay in the sand ya'll lay in the snow and make angels.My ice beats dangle, make my chest look olda,touch it and fall apart like yo highschool folda.I'm a trojan man, BHS hall supplierShady park resident and south side riderrrrrr. east side east side nigga what?east side east side nigga what?west side west side nigga what?west side west side nigga what?north side north side nigga what?north side north side nigga what?south side south side nigga what?south side south side nigga what? Get back time to get hood jackedGold chain, took thatWorld of ghetto fabulous, dope boys and hood rats. Be careful what you look at, you lookin too long.you might go blind in my briefs cuz my dick is too long.I'm gettin neck while i'm singin this song,and theres enough for everybody in the party while ya'll hittin the bongBut ya'll be hittin my shlong, you play the flute quite nicely.When defense erupt you can watch as i get feistyOH NO! you suck again request back upBroads i've seen the rack up, when i pull a gold act up.Get slapped upDrove up the wall, put in reverse, you couldhope for the best but expect the worst.You had a place like some D's on a hearstIt's quite funny, phat rabbit playboy bunny.It seems as if, thats what I need, filthy south and D'sThats why I roll from the south side breedGive it to me now East side east side nigga what?East side east side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?South side south side nigga what?South side south side nigga what? Good pick, time to get hood sick,hit em with a good lick,Clean out yo house from the couch to to toothpick.East side ruthless, west side leave em cluelessMy north side nackers got these broads actin foolish,And do this for a livin, why ya'll stuck up in your cubicleNight life runnin these streets it sounds beautiful.Women break the cuticle, ballas break bread,South side, I represent it till im dead. WHAT? East side east side nigga what?East side east side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?South side south side nigga what?South side south side nigga what? East side east side nigga what?East side east side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?West side west side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?North side north side nigga what?South side south side nigga what?South side south side nigga what?

Ludacris And 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 And 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 DayGet Off Me I Don't Think You Wanna PlayRepeat 2x Ludacris You Wanna Rush Me You Can't Touch Me Trust Me'cuz You Weigh Too Dusty And Rusty And BustedPastor Troy You Betta' Shop That Make You Pop Up From Lock UpBut You Tell Your Folks To Hold You're Jack Up To Back Up To Back Up Ludacris I'm Ready So Sit Down Or Go Ta' Your RoomPastor Troy It Ain't Nothinnnnn'Ludacris A A Watch Out Watch Out BoomCall Me The Hit Man 'cuz I Make You Wanna Call Time OutThen I Make Your Mom Cry Out When I Take Your Ho Fine OutThen Watch Me Take Ya' And Fake Ya' And Shake Ya' And Break Ya'And See You On Holdddddd Until You Make HerPastor Troy You Should Give Up Now For Talkin' Shit Like ThatBut Then You Noting You Garbage You Betta' Watch Ya' Back Chorus Pastor Troy Ok Ok Now It's The Pastor Her Showin' My MoveLudacris Up In That 2000 ExcursionPastor Troy Ridein' On 22'sI Hear Da' BoomLudacris But Booms Just Get More CrunkPastor Troy It's The Dsgb Foreva'Ludacris We Ridein' On PumpPastor Troy I Stuck Or Did I Fake Punk I'm In Dea Un Huh I Think I Take A Or You Can Pretend To Be HomeyLudacris As Soon They Get Off Me ChorusRepeat 2x

Ludacris-Look, when it all comes down to it...we ain't have shitits word of mouth Ludacris, 4-ize, its like disI make niggaz eat dirt and fart dustthen give you a $80 dolla certificate to Pussies 'R UsI eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but da crustSo you can feel what its like with instinct but no gutsA sack wit no nutts orA mack wit no slutsGive me a full-body massage, I still can't be touchedThey call me Seymour ButtsCause I get more ass than mostthey say next and got dat butta love and get too closeFollow da leader cause I'm meaner thanAbdulablugataMy trials of more quest than midnight Maraudersits all Pina ColadasNo cops and robbazTakin' trips back and forth from here to the BahamasI hump more than LlamasGet rolled more than tiresIf you say I'm not nice, than you a mothafuckin' liarentitled to your Opini-uminto the next milleniumSo many major coins that I thought I had a Millio-um 4-Ize-Yo, I am going to blow up the earthwith my few dirty ???explosive space modulatorBuda, we praise you, meditatiorDrop squad interrogator85 percent regulatorthe Educatorand the Almighty CreatorDedicatorThe seperator, of fictionI start frictionsmoking hay without the crucial confliction4-Ize prescriptionMicrophone, Jackie StallonePsychic PredictionEgytian describitionof my psychical, my flesh is weak and its pitifulSpiritiual is hooked up to da InvisibileUmbilical Cord of my LordKumbiya Devine ???Remove paper of tar from every cigarI slap authority like the boy Ja JaHalf Allah, Half Anti-christ superstarRockin da microphone wit a hand like Mr. ClawWhile I'm hitting Three...Harder than Sonny BonoDouble Dragon mixed up within a VolvoI kill villians in Slow Mo for talkin crazy in my DojoGot nothing to lose like I'mma Boxcar hoboWhen I get Ludacris with bridges on da promoNiggaz wanna clown, I'm homie and BozoCause in the grandprize game my life is callin like Dojothe name sticks like ???I keep it reala than alien autopsy photoYou similiar to a Spice Girl going soloYou lost like ???or a dog named TotoMy statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo??? PromosVirgo, bust ass like a mothafuckin' HomoComo.. Estes?Tony Del NegroBuilt to destroy these kid's blocks of LegosLego my Eggo cause I say soHold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay giftedManifested, Elevated, I upliftedThe Elevator, the esclator, Thats not a knifeThats a knifePocket out and leave the AlligatorWrestlerCause I hustle YaUnda da chinaBig Trouble, Little Sewer but I still find yaCause I'm thinkingManifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinkyYo, my third eye is blinky

yeah nigga got that ludacris got that U-G-K that disturbin' the peace click and you know what i'm tired of... these flashin ass flossin ass niggas so if you see one know what you do... stick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um upput yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'emstick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um uptarget niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'emstick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um upput yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'emstick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um uptarget niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em I want the money in the power they hitten me every hourfor the silt resin powderchasin them dirty dollarsI'm from Texas nigga it get hectic niggapeople depedin on me i can't neglect it niggabut the game is deeper than just workin of the beeperif the paper ain't right then we call in a sweeper to clean up the problems and straiten the mess so nigga come with yo pistol and nigga come with yo vestthis ain't the east or the west a bama weed or the stressi'm young pimpathal authorand we done passed the testand we smokin the best everywhere that we go and when our record come out them bitches sell out the sto'stayin throat on the droand keep the thang on the flo' want my money up frontwhen we come fo' the showya'll can play wit ya paper but i'm dyin for mineso while ya'll buyin them watchesi'm gon' stay on the grind(fuck nigga) stick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um upput yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'emstick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um uptarget niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'emstick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um upput yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'emstick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um uptarget niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em hollow laid hollow spraid i'm the hollow mani get to the hollow pointwith my hollow plan hollow bullets, i pull it i'm about to live in vainand then i drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain!it's mighty strange how ya'll peephole is my fuckin guagecatch you in concert and then wipe you off the fuckin stagei feel a ghetto ragelet's turn the ghetto pagemy bitch will stick you with ghetto metal stilleto thangsand i got a ghetto aim with diamond bezzled ringsso why my index is workinmy pinky's blindin thangsi hit em at close range i spit em at most brainsyou think you real rich nigga we gonna make some chump changeyou think it's a fuckin game you think it's a blood sportyou gaspin for breath while i'm puffin on one of these new newportsand i see a red dot aimed at yo headthen bright lights oh no! po po'sand guess what they said(they said) stick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um upput yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'emstick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um uptarget niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'emstick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um upput yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'emstick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um uptarget niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em say nigga you think it's a joketreal niggas be goin for brokeTwist this whistle loc and them muthafuckin pistols smokeit's just a matter of time before you labeled a busteri just the nigga that couldn't catch up and cut the mustardnow i got confidencei don't need no condiments all i need is common senseto see through your incompitencenigga keep yo complimentsthey don't flatter me you fuckin with meand that'll be the day bitch we don't playyou know where the gat'll be (huh)right on the side of me (side of me)right where it's supposed to be (supposed to be)bitch niggas die for me (die for me)just for gettin to close to me (close to me)so kiss your rosery beads and sing you silent one causei promise if you get it it's gone be a violent onecoroner catching his breath like he got asthmawhen they cut on the blue light and see all the fuckin plasmamillenium murda masta niggai ain't new to thisso when you see that Bun-B young pimp or that Ludacris(just) stick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um upput yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'emstick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um uptarget niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'emstick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um upput yo hands up where i can see 'em, see 'em, see 'emstick 'em up stick 'em up bitch stick um uptarget niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em 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)

(Answering Machine)in the middle of the day now hey hey i seem to think of only heheheeeee yeah hey yeah um hey (beep) (Girl Talking)wuzz up cris it kenya i been trying to get that out of you all week why wont you call me back(beep) O.K. O.K. alright damn I'll swallow just call me back(beep)O.K. O.K. alright the crew can hit it just call me back(beep)(Ludacris)dude there you have it