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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

(feat. Chimere) [Chimere]Ooh, hey yeahDo you know how to leave, ride...ride [Verse 1]Ya see, it started off in St. Paul from the street of Old NashAnd it feels so good to escape and just kick it and laughMy clan had to bring the ruckus cause we had the creamAll you can eat over at Ryan's or some fish at Gaseen'sAnd I had to fix a good bag and make decisions and hasteCause soul food ain't the motherfuckin' thang to wasteSo let's get looney up on the set cause I got five on the fireWill slide to East Point and make our way to Black RirerLookin' like Outkast on the spot smokin' blunts andHit the liquor store got up, got out and got somethingThat eightball, so I can do some space age pimpin'My blood stay young off 45's Colt and chickenCamels and Rolls filled with d's and VoguesAnd playas mackin' them hoes, in dyke clothesComin' up slammin' Caddy doorsIn Southwest, we'll take it to yo chestAnd we got it locked like some niggas on house arrestCause we ridin' [Chorus: Chimere]Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia, riiideRidin' on that midnight train to Georgia, riiide [Verse 2]It's just one of those days when I can kick it like this and like thatIt's a free day, my folks got rowdy way backI right off of Cascade or Ralph David AbernathyI shall proceed and continue to keep my roots nappyCause afros in all seasons, they keep me warmSome livin' that thug life so how long will they mournI still ride, that's why I bounce my way to bank-bedI'm so bad that I'll knock you out, that's what my mama saidSippin' on brandy, sunny days with my best friendsToday you see and then you cruise through the West endThey should've said it was Six Flags Over GeorgiaThen underground, my Tuesdays would be packed when I got olderIf I told you one, I told ya ass a thousand timesI got em' all in check when it comes to bustin' rhymesDon't sweat the technique cause I just move the crowdMy mob's deep of alcoholics, people label us loud because we ride [Chorus] [Verse 3]See I felt my bones jump as I crossed the roadI heard the squad was wiped up so I flipped my modeOn my way to D-E-C, baby can't you seeThat Decatur is totally to B-I-G for theeLost Boyz ridin' around in Jeeps, Lex Luth's, and BeamersYo cars get scooped just like Regina carpet cleanersIt's Stone Mountain Cats puttin' it downThey played Kurupt so I just gave all my dogs a poundNow my conflict was crucial off some hay I smokedI should be gettin' it cause life is too got damn shortAnd now my mind's playin' tricks and my boys actin' ghettoBack to the C-P, I put the pedal to the metalGod bless the child that's just got his ownSince I was a juvenile makin' cash money at homeI'm from a boy to a man, I've reached the end of my roadIt's Ludacris signin' off till the next episode, let's ride [Chorus] [Verse 4]Cause it's the A-T-LWhere all the pimps and the playas just dwellWe get the cash and the ass then bailWe leave a trace but never leave a trailSay it againWhere all the pimps and the playas just dwellWe get the cash and the ass then bailWe leave a trace but never leave a trail [Chimere ad-libs to fade]

(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

(Chorus)Ho (Ho)You'z a Ho, (Ho)You'z a Ho, I said that you'z a Ho (Ho)You'z a Ho, (Ho)You'z a Ho, (Ho)You'z a Ho, I said that you'z a Ho (Ho) You doing Ho activitiesWith ho tendenciesHos are your friends, Hos are your enemiesWith ho energy to do what you doBlew what cha blew, screw what cha screwY'all professional like DJ Clue,pulling on my coat tailAnd why you think you take a Ho to a Ho-tel?Ho-tell everybody, even the mayorReach up in the sky for the Ho-zone layerNow c'mon playa once a ho always And hos neva close, they open like hallwaysSo here's the whole cake for your whole ho crewAnd everybody wants some, cuz hos gotta eat too Chorus can't turn a ho into a house wifeHos don't act rightThere's Ho's on a mission and there's hos on a crack pipeHey ho, how you doin'? Where you been?Probably doing ho stuff cuz there you ho againIt's a ho wide world, that we livin' inFeline feminine fantastical womenNot all, just someYou ho who you areTheres hos in the room, there's hos in the carTheres hos on stage, theres hos by the barHos by near and hos by far HoBut can I get a ride?NoC'mon nigga why?Cuz you'z a Chorus You got a run in your pantyhoseEven your daddy knowsthat you sucking down chocolate like daddy-osYour Hos are ho-rrible, ho-rrendousOn taxes ya'll writin' off, hos as dependentsI see the ho-rizon, It ain't surprisin'It's just a ho-asis, with ugly chicks facesHos don't feel so sad and blueCuz most of us niggas is hos too Chorus(You's a Ho)(Muthafucka, I ain't no Ho)(yo mama a ho) (Mutha fuckas, I'm so tired Of ya'll niggas always talkin about ho this and Ho that,You the muthafuckin Ho nigga, I wasn't no Ho last night) Ho bring yo ass(Okay hold on)

This friday performing liveAt the civic centerYou heard him on fat rabbit wit timberlandI be that named luda a.k.a. l o v aYou heard him wit jermaine dupri on sony playstation's john matten 2000Now see him perform live at the civic centerFor three shows only It's ludacrisTickets for the first show are not availableBecause it's sold outTickets for the second show are not availableYou got it right sold outAnd tickets for the third and final show have been sold outSo hold up what the f**k am I doing this shit for

(Chorus) All this drinking gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck And all this drinking gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't give a fuck (Ludacris) Now let me be quite Frank Cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda Always got a drink And I'm steady smoking buddah I do the Evil that'll bend you when I get you I'mma sit you down Then take it to the mental and essential and clown Every chance I get Bitch I'm hit Not by no bullet or no pellet But the smoke from the can a beer shit I might just be too high Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again So when I get old I'mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver Chorus (Infamous 2-0) Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos Steward Ave. Homes Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo Doublin' dough 24-7 Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend Runnin wit 2 strike felons And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron Then'll smoke a L Bust shells And dare ya to tell Walk up in the club Pretty thug Fucked up off head shots Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's hot Shaking tits and twats Placing big face 20's and cock Loading clips and glocks Knowing we got the haters hot The ballin' don't stop Just drop more G's on drink and drugs Live it up young nigga cause it's gon' catch up Chorus (F.A.T.E.) Now wit the help of Hen and Coke I grab my pen and pad and wrote Something that I knew was dope And represent for my kinfolk Pimp a hoe until she broke Wit mo lines than chopped coke Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King I came with a Beretta with a twist of Amaretta My shit even come out better Grab a blunt put it together What a nigga really need Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker til he bleed Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out Or the club get closed out If it's hoes out I show out Call Tyheed get Dro'd out There's no doubt I love my life Love the light Love to write Love the mic So take a drag Grab a bag and match up Hennessey and bad weed Believe me it catch up Chorus (F.A.T.E.) Git it right Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL We are the dirty south's dirtiest. Disturbing the peace.

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):

Yeah yeah It's an everyday struggle Trying to get out Trying to get out Trying to make it Check this out nigga What Chorus: I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place Bad luck is what results from my paper chase I keep looking it ain't no dough So I don't wanna look no mo what (repeat) I need to get away to another day or place in time And find where reality can ease my mind And shine on me like the sons of the earth For what it's worth my turf is ruff and rugged so I gave birth To a dream where cream lies between All the dirt and the gravel so I battle to achieve my green And still try to move forward at a steady pace Cause bad luck is interfering with my paper chase So I erase the crime lies and sad cries Wit sore eyes and keep mines on the uprise But it don't work cause im steady getting jerked By my neighborhood up to no good where bad niggas lurk The urk me leaving effects that's too negative So Ludacris is looking for a better place to live And I can't stand it it's really got me buggin It's like im in the war and I just keep on tuggin cause i'm Chorus I try to find a way outta this maze It's got me crazed im in a daze So many ways to boost into a different phase But I can't think I can't do nothing You think I'm fronting You hear me grunting Lord you ain't even saying nuttin I need some currency before there's an emergency Forget crimes I won't let my mind get the best of me It's not gone happen I'm trapped in two worlds On one side I see diamonds on the other I see pearls It's a whirlwind disaster with two damn sides So I'm gone with the wind and come right back with the tide Cause I keep my eyes on the skies and my head in the clouds And when my mouth is shut up it makes my thoughts get loud It's like a crowd in a stadium Mils I be craving em Money making schemes locked up in my cranium Cause I need outta this critical situation My mind's in jail I don't know the time that it's facing I'm Chorus I'm sick of knockin I'm sick of clocking I'm sick of droppin in a hole never reaching my goal It's got my soul seperated into pieces It just increases I'm hit wit anger like a cooked tit wit hot greases So if you understood my attitude Maybe you feel what I'm feeling And then it start appealing To ya intellect and aspect of dreams and aspirations Death by temptations even got my heart basting So I'm tracing the line where I can find a better path And make it last sit back and laugh before the aftermath The tragic flaw is what makes it raw So let it fall and I'll get through it even if I have to crawl My way, I see the sun and there's no delay And I'ma pray cause the lord will make a brighter day Or will he keep me in his holding cell But enough wit the questions the only story to tell is that I'm Chorus