(Huh huh huh huh)
Cause 2 is better than 1 and...
(Some some some some)
Some body kill the lights we doin
Freaky (freaky) (freaky) (freaky) shit tonight, Yaay
[Ludacris Verse 1]
Double the pleasures like double the fun
Howmany licks does it take to the centre of a Luda pop double the tumbs
Who knows, plus i gotta undress em' caress em bless em' steady keep em' guessin
If that doesnt impress em' then slower move on to the second lesson
Whoo, pantys droppin, body rockin, ma girls poppin
Its 8 cheeks and 4 titties ya'll better hand me somethin
Hey ladies (whoo), on you mark get ready get se go (go)
Wait for hours, in an out the shower, this pimp power, we in control
[Chorus x2]
[Ludacris Verse 2]
6 hands grippin the sheets, 30 toes are curled
What in the world is goin on till the brake a brake a dawn wit man and them girls
Cause 3 hearts are beatin fast, but only 2 people screamin
We comin together for one cause other than hear ourselves breathin
Get in the game n start workin it out n diggin in out
Now lean to the side, throw a dick in your mouf
You gotta get in the groove you got nothin to lose
So dont move till you figured it out
And keep makin that face while im rubbin them spots
And we can take turns while the other one watch
And see how she be takin them shots
And wake up the hood till they callin them cops, mayne
[Chorus x2]
[Ludacris Verse 3]
Now im ready to ride and you can get them tools and you can start the ignition
Im grabbin perms, wigs, weaves, ponytails and extensions
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[Chorus: Ludacris and (woman)]
When I move you move (just like that?)
When I move you move (just like that?)
When I move you move (just like that?)
Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back!
(When I move you move) just like that?
(When I move you move) just like that?
(When I move you move) just like that?
(Hell yeah, Hey DJ bring that back!)
[Verse - 1]
How you ain't gon' FUCK! bitch out me?
I'm the GOD DAMN reason you in VIP
CEO you don't have to see ID
I'm young, wild, and strapped like Chi-Ali
BLAOW! We ain't got nothing to worry about
Whoop ass, let security carry em out
Watch out for the medallion my diamonds are wreckless
Feels like a MIDGET is hanging from my neckless
I pulled up wit a million trucks
Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks-ahh!
Pass the bottles, the heat is on
We in the huddle all smoking that Cheech & Chong
What's wrong?! The club and moon is full
And I'm lookin for a THICK young lady to pull
One sure shot way to get em outta them pants
Take note to the brand new dance, like this
[Chorus]
[Verse - 2]
Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where the FUCK is the waitress at wit my drinks?!
My people outside and they can't get in
We gon' rush the back door and break em in
The owner already pissed cause we sorta late
But our time and our clothes gotta coordinate
Most girls lookin
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Stick Em Up
Stick Em Up
Bitch Stick Em Up
Put Your Hands Up Where I Could See Em (2x)
Stick Em Up
Stick Em Up
Bitch Stick Em Up
Target Niggas Wouldn’t Want To Be Em
(Verse 1)
I Want The Money And The Power They Hittin Me Every Hour
For The ? And Powder
Chasing Them Dirty Dollars
I’m From Texas Nigga
It Get Hecktic Nigga
People Depending On Me
I Came To Gank You Niggas
Cause The Game Is Deeper Then Just Working Off The Beeper
If The Paper Ain’t Right Then We Calling A Sweeper
To Clean Up The Problems And Straighten Up The Mess
So Niggas Come Wit Yo Pistols And Niggas Come Wit The Vest
This Ain’t The East Or The West
The Bamer Weed Or The Stress
I’m Young Pimp A Poauthor
And We Done Had The Test
And We Smokin The Best Everywhere That We Go
And When Our Records Come Out
Them Bitches They Sell Out The Store
Stayin Swol On The Dro
And Keep That Thing On The Floor
Want My Money Up Front When We Come For The Show
Y’all Can Play Wit Ya Paper But I’m Dieing For Mines
So While Y’all Buying Them Watches
I’m A Stay On The Grind
What Nigga
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
Say Nigga You Think It’s A Joke
Trill Niggas Be Going For Broke
Fools A Whistle Loc
In The Mutherfuckin Pistol Smoke
And It’s Just A Matter Of Time Before You’re Labeled A Buster
I Just A Nigga That Couldn’t Katchup And Cut The Mustard
Now I Got Confidence I Don’t Need No Condaments
All I Need Is Common S
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[Ludacris + (Sandy Coffee)]
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Say it (make love to me)
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! What? (fuck, meee!)
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Say it (make love to me)
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! What? (fuck, meee!)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm bout to throw some game, they both one and the same
Cupid's the one to blame - say it (make love to me)
I'm bout to shed some light, cause each and every night
You gotta do it right - what? (fuck, meee!)
[Verse One]
They want it nice and slow, kiss 'em from head to toe
Relax and let it go - say it (make love to me)
They want it now and fast, grabbin and smackin ass
You gotta make it last - what? (fuck, meee!)
Together holdin hands, you out there spendin grands
And makin family plans - say it (make love to me)
Don't have to straighten facts, don't want no strings attached
Just scratches on your BACK - what? (fuck, meee!)
Ex's ain't actin right, and you so glad to fight
Dinner's by candlelight - say it (make love to me)
She got a nigga whipped, down to ya fingertips
Tryin that freaky shit - what? (fuck, meee!)
Turn on some Babyface, just for your lady's sake
You call her babycakes - say it (make love to me)
Know how to mack a broad, she's on your sack and balls
You call her Jabberjaws - what? (fuck, meee!)
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
You bout to buy a ring, she needs the finer things
Gucci designer frames - say it (make love to me)
Purchase a nasty flick, wrap up and tie her quick
Know how to drive a stick - what? (fuck, meee!)
You both unite as one, you the moon and she's your sun
Your heart
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[Quik] Gotta keep it a secret (woo!)
[Luda] Ay man let me ask you somethin man
[Luda] You ever have one of them days where you felt like
[Luda] you mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life?
[Luda] Y'knahmean like you just got your paycheck
[Luda] Paid off a car note or somethin
[Luda] Just jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muh'fucka
[Luda] Witcha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkinbout?
[Quik] You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note?
[Luda] Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party
[Luda] Like call e'rybody you know, don't even plan it, just do it
[Quik] In Compton we call that "spur of the moment"
[Luda] Well let's do it, spur of the moment, whattup?
[Ludacris]
Well you can bring the drinks a little mo' my way
More I say, on another hot sunny Cali-for-nye day
Just touched down, called up my 8-1-8
fo' a date with some other bust downs
And I cruised up the block, car losed up the top
I take the breeze, quick break the trees
Feel good as we flippin through the Robb Repo't
My baby momma ain't trippin on child suppo't
[DJ Quik]
Because she can't support that garbage, she should come pay homage
When we pair 'em, we gon' share 'em, when I'm finished we all switch
I ain't really got the time, yo I'm chillin with Luda-
-cris stop and twist the buddha got me feelin like this is it
If we gon' party, we gon' sip, we got a bar
We all in shape, we gon' go far, you can't stop the car
We on the freeway, if you get out you burnt
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Ah
Cadillac grills
Cadillac bills
Check out the oil
My Cadillac spills
Matter of fact
Candy Paint
Cadillac kills
So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills
20 inch wide
20 inch high
Hold on to my 20 inch ride
20 inch thighs make 20 inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass clothes
Pretty ass toes
Oh how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass high class anything goes
Catch them in the club throwing pretty ass bows
Long John draws
Long John stalls
Any stank puss
Makes my long John Pause
Women on the cell making long John Calls
And if they like to juggle get long John’s balls
Chorus
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggas with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Nigga hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Nigga hold them hoes)
Verse 2
Dirty south mind blown
Dirty south bread
Cat fish fired up dity south fish
Sleeping in a cockpick dirty south bed
Dirty south girls
Give me dirty south head
Hand me down flip flops
Hand me down socks
Hand me down drug dealers
Hand me down rocks
Hand me down a fiftty pack
Switch a sweet box
And goodfella rich nigga hand me down stocks
Mouth full of platinum&nb
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Check one, two speak into the microphone
Tell that bitch to speak into the microphone
Now work it work it, cause practice make perfect, OK
Now work it work it, cause practice make perfect, OK
Now work it work it, cause practice make perfect, OK
Now work it work it, cause practice make perfect, OK
I love it when she do it, she do it how I like it
See the party at the studio and you just got invited
She the truth up in the booth
I love it when she spits them verses
When she finish with that mic
It make me want to buy some purses
Got so many instrumentals
I hope she never stop it
And this microphone's expensive
So I hope she never drop it
I beat it like a drum, I tap it like some snares
And she almost blew her speakers
But that bitch don't really care
She a top notch freak
I like the way she work it
She be choking on that chicken
And she know just how to jerk it
Put some spice up in your life
So I whispered in her ear
And told her go and grab that mic
You'll be the artist of the year
And I'm like
Check one, two
Speak into the microphone
Tell that bitch to speak into the microphone
Check one, two
Speak into the microphone
Tell that bitch to speak into the microphone
Now work it, work it cause practice make perfect, OK
Now work it, work it cause practice make perfect, OK
Now work it, work it cause practice make perfect, OK
Now work it, work it cause practice make perfect, OK
I need her in my life
She always come in handy
And she got that type of skills
That make you think she won a Grammy
I was almost nominated
I always contemplate it
If she was on the billboard top 100
Then that bitch will dominate it
Cause she grab that mic and go to work
Spit that verse I go berserk<
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[Ludacris] You might as well put dat down we on our way to Cali to get some real dough
[Girl] Hello
[Ludacris] waz up girl?
[Girl] Waz up baby? I miss you.
[Ludacris] I know
[Girl] When you coming out here?
[Man] Who da FUCK iz dat?
[Girl] Ahh Damn
[Man]I dont play dat shit
[Girl] owwwwwwwwww
[Man] Get off dis got dammn phone. Nigga who da fuck iz dis? Im a Ol' G Nigga
[Ludacris] Waz up nigga dis dis Luda.
[Man] Luda who nigga
[Ludacris] Luda
[Man] LUDA.. Luda... Ludacris?
[Ludacris] YE YE Yeah NIGGA
[Man] ahh Snap. Aye man how you now my girl? Man i got all yo albums. Man Back For The First
Time. Man ya know what im sayin. I even got Incock Negro man. ahhh man My bad baby get up off da
floor. you didnt tell me it waz Luda. Aint dat a bitch. My girl Fuckin Luda.
[Girl] HE HE HELLO?
[Ludacris] Yeaah Ima call you back.
[Intro]
Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sistas to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing together
So come on now and get up to it yall
[Verse 1]
The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the line's around the corner
Cuz the little motherfucker has the dopest shows
So one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be gettin' that cake
Two times for my dawgs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south
Then we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal
[Boom boom] cuz they cant get what I gots
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' rappers in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin' outta time
And I'm about to make 'em choke
Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
Let's
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Why haven't I heard from you?
I've been busy
Well, have you at least thought about what we talked about?
Yea, about livin with you?
Yea, I thought about it
Why are you trippin
Oh you talkin bout that girl from up there up the street, right?
Oh, yea nigga I did
I heard about that bitch, man
Aye, she a trip
I be like, I be like damn she got a way about her
And everybody always got something to say about her
She so fine, she so classy but that bitch mean
Everybody wanna throw a little dirt up on er but that bitch clean
Quit hatin on er, recognize er from a mile away
When she be walkin and it's hard to find the words to say
When she be talkin, disrespect it, pay no never mind
Well she just grill, undressin up, she known to take her time
And go and kill em
Hit the club and make these bitches sweat
Not even tryin
Turnin heads just off her silhouette
And I ain't lyin
I'm a say somebody taught her well
She'd never slip and I think she's out here castin spells
I'm tryna tell you shit
She a trip trip trip trip trip trip trip trip
She a trip trip trip trip trip trip trip trip
That bitch a trip
She a trip trip trip trip trip trip trip trip
That girl a trip
She a trip trip trip trip trip trip trip trip
Yea, that girl a trip
Yea girl like that pussy stay wet
Fuck er, keep er in check
Girl if money have her impressed
She wanna ride with me on jets
She a trip trip trip trip trip trip trip trip
She wanna ride with me on jets
She a trip trip trip trip trip trip trip trip
(I'm tryna tell ya'll like I don't believe er)
She wanna ride with me on jets
No matter what, she always on the grind
It seems she know just what to do to stay up on my mind
She send me pics of her nak
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