The royal penis is clean your highnessThank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America.Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses.Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay.Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royaltywhen you hear it. The throne has been taken, so kiss thisnigga's earring. Luda throw some grapes on these bitches! [Ludacris]These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn!They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty;what I'm 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thangWork that track, whip 'em like KuntaThat's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of ZamundaBy way of A-T-L; if you disagreedon't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jailWith no probation or bail, but this ain't MonopolyIt's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoliUh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodlesAnd testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodlesMy rap career goes back further than yo' father hairlineIt's Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta AirlinesI'm fly, even when I get high I work cashAnd even got my coats bumped up to first classI'm boss to all employees - and I'm here to teach the principleCause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired ofthis shit man. Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to geta nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit. Man for real.Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga;man that nigga garbage. Man I got talent too, the nigga ain'thearin me. Man iii-iiiis this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris.'Cris, f'real man. FUCK YOU NIGGA, MAN FUCK YOU! [Ludacris]Fuck you too! What you wanna do, scrawny niggaBut I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twosKnow how to use 'em, fight dirty as SHITI throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a CLIQUEYou see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedosAnd comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitosI'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than FritosWith five strippers, four wives and three amigosI go scuba divin in Bays at MontegoI find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm DeeboBut I'm the light-skinteted version of MandingoI've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than RingoI used to run numbers in line they caled me BINGOCause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkleOld asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkledAnd I stay with more BULLETS than yo' Billboard singles Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applausehe is definitely all f'real - yaseeI'msayin? Ha ha I befuckin with him all the time, yahhmean? I'm sayin, I usedto just (?) now home come through he want filters a purple,he want quarters a purple now. I want y'all to trip with itman, I woulda sold him a Coupe (?) we coulda played with,yaseewhatI'msayin? [Ludacris]Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sackSee piece of the bigger trap look at that God be rollin on thatWhere they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't knowShady Park you heard just don't goQuick to flip the bird up po'-po'Makin the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the peopleI gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go?Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clakTons of fun with gunsFuck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get thatWho knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa BearStop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flareCome on, FIRE! And you know I can't stop 'til I re-TIRE!Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin on Vogue TIRES!Right down the avenue, passin you rapidly stackinIn the back of the Cadillac and packin emergency actionCamera, LIGHT LIGHTS, throwin a punch and then FIGHT FIGHTPackin a lunch and then BITE BITE, A-T-L stay TIGHT TIGHT I'm just tryin to save ya shorty. I'ma let you knowit's real down heah. When you ride down that two-eighty-five,and you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Roadfo' you get it cut free shorty just shave; cause dat where demreal niggaz at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossindown Clintwood, Cambleton Road or (?) Boulder to shave!Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. When you're goin down thatol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you getto the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz at!Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga.

[repeat 6x]Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! [Chorus - "roll out!" in background]I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back.Me and my homies, so drop that.We rollin on twenties, with the top back.So much money, you can't stop that.Twin glock .40s, cocked back.Me and my homies, so drop that.We rollin on twenties, with the top back.So much money, you can't stop that. Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?Where'd you get that matchin' Benz with them windows tinted?Who them girls you be with when you be ridin' through?Man I ain't got nothin' to prove, I paid my duesBreakin' the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin a cruise.Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good?You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?What in the world is in that bag, what you got in that bag?A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just Eyein' me, spyin' me. [Chorus] Man, that car don't come out until next year,where in the fuck did you get it?That's eighty-thousand bucks gone!Where in the fuck did you spend it?You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got money to the ceiling.And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelinThe better I'm feelin, the more that I'm chillinWillin, drillin and killin the feelin.Now who's that bucked' naked cook fixin three-course meals?Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heelsWhat in the world is in that room, what you got in that room?A couple a gats, a couple a knives,a couple of rats, a couple of wivesNow it's time to choose [Chorus] Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted?Is that your wife, your girlfriend, or just your MAIN bitch?You take a pick, while I'm rubbin the hips,touchin lips to the top of the dick, and then woo!Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?What in the world is in that case, what you got in that case?Get up out my face, you couldn't relate,wait to take place at a similar paceSo shake, shake it [Chorus] [X2]Get out my business, my biznassStay the fuck up out my biznass, ah'Cause these niggaz all up in my shit and it's my business,my biznassStay the fuck up out my biznass, 'cause it's mine, oh mine ah ahtimberlandludacrisdisturbin da peace

feat. Infamous 2-0, Lil' Fate, Three-6 Mafia) [Hook 3x]GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep, GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleepIF YOU'RE TIRED BE QUIET AND GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep [Ludacris]Maaan, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (go to sleep)They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-senseRead inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tentThen about where your time spentMess around get your guys hit; a ten HUUUT!I send Three-Six ol' sheeyit, nigga WHAAAT?If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya loseBut'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or hell you would [Infamous 2-0]Nigga I got shotty's and semi's - I love 'dro and Henne' ?All brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so manyI got QP's and halves - if we beefin' I blastYou sleepin' I laugh, ask Tit (Titi boi), I'm off the ripI had this hoe who talked too much; I had to off the bitch2-0, Mr. Crayola; niggas know what I mean'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and greenAnd all you faggot-muthafuckas gotta know the routine [Hook 4x] [Crunchy Black]Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doorsI look for div-idends - I ain't lookin' for you hoesYou bitch can't com-prehend; let me put one in ya broLet me put one in ya bro, so you niggas can go to sleepSo, lay down bitch; gimme all that you dreamed forGimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boiIt don't mean a thing, boi, for me that ain't gon' swing, boiThem god damn toys; do you know what I mean, boi? [DJ Paul]Now if you warrin' and runnin' from them Three-Six niggasThis forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, niggaOr bustin' massive 'round some S.K.My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yo' cascadeI'm strippin' bitches and I'ma ball fucker with a limpThey call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimpAnd quick to sink her on the nigga 'cause this what it's 'boutWe rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouthWe Memphis niggas [Hook 4x] [Juicy J]North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange MoundNigga we be smokin' lite; never Cha Cha Charlie BrownMemphis niggas in this bitch; pockets full, ya know we bailHooked up with my nigga 'Cris, then we head to A-T-LPlayas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "Fuck you hoe!"Niggas rollin' Optimo, snortin' that white shit up they noseMayne this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung aroundJuicy J be high as fuck; catch me in the lost and found [Lil' Fate]Better use common sense checkin' me out for bitch I can stand forAnd up, get yaself in this cliqueWithout my tongue licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a slutLook, I'm from Gittero what?Southside niggas throw it up when it's time to get buckNiggas in the back of the club postin' upWaitin' for a nigga that's new to make it upAs in, ain't no askin'; it's no tolerance as long bitch check inShe wit' me, comments will only get'chu basically eternally restingSo abide by the code of the streetsIf ya got a bitch better keep her on a leashCuz Lil' Fate gonna creep in ya home while you goneHave you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets [Hook 4x]

Cry Babies(oh No)Ludacris(Word Of Mouf) [Chorus: Ludacris - repeat 2X](Oh No!) I caught him with a blow to the chest (Oh No!) My hollow put a hole in his vest(Oh No!) I'm bout to send two to his dome(Oh No!) Cry babies go home! [Verse One: Ludacris]I got people scared as FUCK like when condoms breakOr how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steakSo put your belly on a plate and watch your weightYou frostin' like a flake and Ludacris feels grrreat!Who want come face me, face come want who?And women give me face until they're face turns blueThey can't breathe, dick to mouth recessatationA tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversationsI Playstations, duck cops and lose agentsI'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck patientsWhen I kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhymeMy black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crimeAnd it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I chokeNeighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smokeYou see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send flowersAnd I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour [Chorus] [Verse Two: Ludacris]You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both handsDelete your first steps, but I'll save the last danceI just bought some new guns my mama said "it ain't worth it"But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perferctBullseye, I stunt growth and stop livesYou run with niggas that's more chicken then pot piesBok bok bok I'm shakin your tale feathersI got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris WebberLuda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribbleWhen niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickelsMy cars got big TVs and satellitesI got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna WhiteAnd the servey says? (Kill a mutha fucka now)Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a mutha fucka down)Ground round, ground chuck your ground beefBullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth [Chorus] [Verse Three: Ludacris]I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptopsAnd they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat topYou punks pucker and pout, bicker and babbleNow they all lost for words like I beat 'em in ScrabbleYou see I'm from a small town called "Fresh out a cop's ass"Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashedI smell puss from fifty yardsY'all not playin with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cardsCatch me in Vegas spinnin' the greenI re-up with more chips than a vending machineThen you can catch me in Rome maggots in brauds and sticking 'emAnd you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'emA drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so cleanI'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteenSo go and kick rocks peons you're just rookiesHeaded down stairs to get you some milk and cookies [Chorus - 2X]

(Chorus)She said she's never done itShe said she's never triedShe's sittin' there tellin' a motha fuckin' lie She said she's never done itShe said she's never triedShe's sittin' there tellin' a motha fuckin' lie She said she was Christian and she grew up in da church (in da church)To stay a virgin if for better or for worse (or for worse)Have plenty friends and got offers all the time (all the time)Swore up and down she was just one of a kind (of a kind)She said she's loved but she's never gotten pimped (gotten pimped)Now dominated couldn't imagine ever dreamt (ever dreamt)And she's still looking for da perfect man (perfect man)To buy a ring and take her motha fuckin' hand (man) (Chorus) She said her stuff was sacred and her momma told her so (told her so)And that she went and got it pierced on da low (on da low)Can you believe she's been waiting for so long (for so long)To get a grade A certified shhlong (shhlong)She said her parents never let her out da house (out da house)Because they knew it was so dirty in da south (in da south)She hates to boast and you know she hates to brag (hates to brag)But man I got to let her cat up out da bag (bag) (Chorus) She said she's never tried to take it in da butt (in da butt)But knew some low down all-around sluts (around sluts) (around sluts)She's even said she's never licked another girl (another girl)And never had any chocolate vanilla swirl (vanilla swirl)She said dat da ring in her tongue was for show (was for show)And that she would never be mistaken for a hoe (for a hoe)She's tellin' lies over twenty years old (years old)I guess the game is to be sold not told (woooh) (Chrous)(Faye)She said she had a nigga who was only there for rent (there for rent)And wouldn't shake her booty for a red cent (red cent)She said she never fucked three niggas at a time (at a time)That three lil' playas stop fuckin' wit her mind (wit her mind)She said she couldn't see how women turned trick (turned trick)And couldn't picture tryin to suck a nigga dick (suck a dick)She has respect and wouldn't do nothing wrong (nothing wrong)But she the reason why we made this song (this song) Repeat Chorus 3x She said she's never done it... She said she's never done it.... She said she's never done it.... She said she's never done it..... She said she's never done it... She said she's never done it... She said she's never done it.... She said she's never done it....(and da beat goes on til fade)

Yo helloLudaWhat's up boyWhat's up nigga this is 20Where you atShit over here at the Texa-hoe filling upYeah yeah I feel thatYo yo check it outYo you still got that girl Stacy number from Valle-hoeNo no I think I lost thatOh no c'mon man I'm trying to cut her manYou can't check your Hoe-ledex or somethingMan hold on let me see dogStacy, Stacy oh Chicag-hoeNah nah nigga Valle-hoeOh Ohio-hoe that's what you talking aboutValle-hoe, Valle-hoeMan your ass here we hoe againNah man I'm sitting here looking andI don't have it I don't see no Valle-hoeFuck fuck man I'll call ShondraeOh hey man congratulations I forgot toTell you that shit didn't your sisterGraduate today?Oh yeah dog you know what I'm sayingValor-dick-whorian and all manYeah that's tight manShit look I'm about to break out though dog what's upFor real nigga where you feeling to hoeYeah man I'm about to hit these roomster hoe's right quick.Oh nigga you can't come get me?Ah nigga I'm in the middle of howhere!

(Nate Dogg)(Chorus)I've got hoesI've got hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes)hoes, hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes) {Ludacris}Now you thought I was a 7-7-0 and 4-0-4I'm worldwide BITCH, act like ya'll don't knowIt's the abominable hoe-manGlobe-trot international postmanNeighbor-dick dope man7-1-8's, 2-0-2'sI send small cities and states I-O-U's9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5I'll jump off the G-4, we can meet outsideSo control your hormones and keep your drawers on'til I close the door and I'm jumping your bones3-1-2s, 3-1-3s, 2-1-5, 8-0-3sRead your whoreoscope and eat your whore d'oeuvres'til i pump one these hoes is self serve7-5-7, 4-1-0 my cell phone just overloads (chorus) {Ludacris}Now every day is a hoe-liday, so stop theViolence and put the 4-4 away, GET YOU SOME HO TODAY5-0-4, 9-7-27-1-3 watcha gon' do?You checkin' up the scene, I'm checkin a hoe tonightWith perpendicular vehicular homicide3-1-4, 2-0-1Too much green, too much funI bang cock in BangkokCan't stop, I turn and hit the same spotThink not, I'm the thrilla in Manilla,Schlong in Hong KongPimp'em like vision, magic Don JuanMan after Henny with a coke and a smileI just pick up the motherfuckin phone and dialI got my condoms in a big-ass sackI'm slingin' this dick like a NU JACK, BIATCH! (Nate Dogg)Is it cause they like my gangsta walk? (Gansta walk)Is it cause they like my gangsta talk? (Gangsta talk)Is it cause they like my handsome face? (Handsome face)is it cause they like my gangsta ways? (Gansta ways OOH)Whatever it is they love itAnd they just won't let me beI handle my biz, don't rush me, just relax and let me be freeWhenever I call, come running2-1-2 and 2-1-3You know that I ball stop frontin'For I call my subsitute FREE (chorus) {Ludacris}9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4Shout out to the 2-0-6Everybody in the 8-0-82-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-43-1-7, 2-1-4, 2-8-13-3-4, 2-0-5, I see ya3-1-8, 6-0-1, 2-0-38-0-4, 4-0-2, 3-0-19-0-4, 4-0-7, 8-5-07-0-8, 5-0-2, Hoes in different area codesKnow that, southern hoe-spitality, northern ex-hoe-sure...

[Fate Wilson]Okay, I remember the daysHigh Rights, Low Lefts, Even Stevens and FadesTroops Lotto and BK's those was the daysHigh tech boots spray painted wit'cha nameT-shirts airbrushed that read the sameThick Herring Bone's chainOne gold wit your initialHarris photos group shots can you rememberBarry him told his bitch go to the prom and dieDidnt lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5When she disobeyed had North Clayton crazeJust to reiterate dog those was the days'Fore da invasions of hatas man crews from all aroundUse to get down at True Flavas bumpin KiloWalkin' damage cross colored and PacoWhile playboy step through talent showsProm nights tux and kangol was so coolFuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school) [Chorus - Keon Bryce]We were tryin so hardHard to surviveCause even though we were youngWe had to stay strongNo matter what we went throughIt was me and my crewAnd thats how it wentWhen we were kids [Fate Wilson]In 3 months we stayed in JamestownHamwood and DiplomatsPlayed with Transformers, G.I. Joe's and ThundercatsWe was lovin' thatBefore they started jackin jacks'Fore notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come throughCollege Park after darkCrown Victoria's police unmarked carsBe aware...Wayne Williams was out thereBut we aint care kids was gettin' stabbed and ditched out thereTo busy playin'...Double DareYou touch shorty on the ass that's a betWant ya Kool-Aid and sugar smack ya hands and say sweatIt's mine now place it in my Louis Vitton pouchThump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouchSlouch socks box Chevy CapriceHot knees cut da holes Disturbing Tha PeaceWit no conscience broke niggas call em nonsenseNo comments this lil' Fate payin' homage to College Park [Chorus - Keon Bryce]We were tryin so hardHard to surviveCause even though we were youngWe had to stay strongNo matter what we went throughIt was me and my crewAnd thats how it wentWhen we were kids [Ludacris]I had a Long John but no SilverNo gold or platI was simply red from the years I been holdin' backWith 2 sides to a book I lick stamps and light matchesAnd set fires in garbage pails and cabbage patchesA child of the corn been wild since I was bornClimbin' over barb wire clothes got tornShoes got muddy and my click turned cruddyWherever I go they went they my buddysI brush teef brush naps and cold streetsDreamin' of Cadillacs wood wheels and plush seatsCats with gold teeth and raps with such beatsMacks with no grief and some sacks of green leafWhen I loaded my cap gun I was ready for actionStarin' at beer cans and the moment to crack oneWanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toysAnd be with all the people makin all that goddamn noise [Chorus - Keon Bryce (x2)]We were tryin so hardHard to surviveCause even though we were youngWe had to stay strongNo matter what we went throughIt was me and my crewAnd thats how we winWhen we were kids

Better than college girls gone wild (whooo)It's more off the chain than late night with Ms. Cleo( Call me now for ya free reading. Who- Who's the father of the baby)Disturbing the peace entertainment presentsIt's Ludacris's Greatest hits done by "Random white people" (in a shakey voice) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Come on (what is it?) oh give it to me now, give it to me now,Give it to me NOW. Uh Uh you make it so good i dont want to leave but i have to know what, what is your fantasy and them ballin ass brothers with them candy carsif you a pimp and you know you dont do them hoe'swhen you get on the floorDROP THEM BOW'SIf you a..... shit Your doin hoe activities hoes are ya friends hoes are ya enemies Hey speakin a hoe's Why do ya think ya take a hoe to a hotelHotel.... Every.... body It's random white people doin Ludacris's greatest hitsA division of deeze nuts records

[whistling] [Chorus 2x: Ludacris] Move bitch, get out the wayGet out the way bitch get out the wayMove bitch, get out the wayGet out the way bitch, get out the way [Ludacris]OH NO! The fight's outI'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights outGet the fuck back, guard ya grillThere's somethin' wrong, we can't stay stillI've been drankin' and bustin' twoand I been thankin' of bustin' youUpside ya motherfucker foreheadAnd if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' deadCausin' confusion, Disturbin Tha PeaceSince not into lution', we run in the streetsSo bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggersIs there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!I'm doin' a hundred on the highwaySo if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my wayI'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught soberand you about to get ran the fuck over [Chorus] [Mystikal over second chorus]Here I come, there I goUH OH! Don't jump bitch, moveYou see them headlights? You hear that fucking crowd?Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' throughHit the stage and knock the curtiensdownI fuck the crowd up - that's what I doYoung and successful - a sex symbolThe bitches want me to fuck - true trueHold up wait up, shorty"Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?"Sidelinin' my fucking bussinessTryin' to get my paper, child support soonGive me that truck and take that rental backWho bought these fucking T.V.'s and jewelry bitches, tell me that?No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuckBut i'ma tell you like this bitchYou better not walk in front of my tour bus [Chorus] [I-20 over third chorus]Bring it, get 'em Too bad I'm on the right trackBeef, got the right mackHit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be right backWe buyin' bars out, showin' scars outWe heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars outGrab the peels cuz we robbin' tonightBeat the shit outta security, for stoppin the fightI got a fifth of the remy, fuck the Belve and 'crisI'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitchFuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggazWe on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggazI'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect D.T.P.And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your bodyGrab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the partySo move bitch, get out the way hoAll you faggot motherfucker make way for 2-0So... [Chorus] [whistling]