[Chorus]
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar, you know who we are, cause we pimpin all over the world,
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar, you know who we are, cause we pimpin all over the world
[Ludacris]
City Hoes,
All over the world baby, it's only right that I share my experiences with ya'll, cause I've been
places where you'll never imagine, but Ima start at home, I walk straight up to them and I'm
like (ugh), Heyy girl how ya doin, you are the woman that I'm really pursuin, I would like to get
to know ya, can you gimme ya name, if you jot down ya number you'll get mine in exchange, Heyy
See I'm the man of this town, and I hope you would'nt mind if I showed you around, so when you
go to certain places you'll be thinkin of me, we got people to meet and many places to see, Heyy
I'm really diggin ya lips,but be careful where you walkin when you swingin them hips, I'm kinda
concerned that you'll be causin a crash wit ya traffc jam booty, heads pausin so fast, Heyy
I would'nt trade you for the world I swear it, I like ya hair and every style that ya wear it,
and how the colors cordinate wit ya clothes, from your manicured nails to ya pedicured toes
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
You hear the song so dance, don't always think I'm tryna get in your pants,cause see me my
pimpin's in 3-D, I'm takin you places you only see on T.V., tryna show ya that livin is trife,
how many guys you know that can bring the travel channel to life, one day we on the auto-bind
swervin drivin, next day we in the sun on the Virgin Islands, if you wit me ain't no time to
sleep, especially at wet willies on Miami Beach, but I drive you off and pay you no attentio
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[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]
If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out!
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out!
So if you with me and you tipsy throw your fist up!
If you got diamonds and they shinin throw your wrist up!
[Ludacris]
Hey hey
It's Luda Luda get it right I'm Mr. Money Machine
And I'm steady lookin for two women I can come in between
You can catch me chillin up in the cut but I'm always ready for ac-tion
I'm stunt, like Jackie Chan and lay low, like {?} Jack-son
Ma-xin and rela-xin, haters, do they really wanna test me mannnn
I got an arsenal waitin, do they really wanna catch me mannnn
No, I, don't, think, so
I've, got killers on the pay-roll if there's a, problem then say-so
I, make dough until there's none left
I run with plenty gangs that's holdin thangs
and rearrange your frame in one breath
So to keep on breathin I suggest you take this beatin
'Tis the season for bleedin and we've been lookin for a reason
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Hey hey
Come holla at me, I'm a star, I got the hood on smash
You know me! My whole car smell like a woodshop class
I point 'em out like her, her, that girl with the mouth
plus you and your friends
Let me show you some whips that don't come out 'til the year of 2010
So I'm flockin 'em in, 'til the droptop is rockin again
Boy I got it locked, if you think not, then you'll get popped in the chin
And I'm clockin these ends, my record sales are blockin 'em in
Gotta thank those blessed to walk the streets to those that's locked in the pen
My
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Cashmere Cat:
I came to party like tonight will never end
Let’s party again
Let’s party again
Yeah, I came to party like tonight will never end
Let’s party again
Let’s party again
Let’s party again
Jeremih:
I need party girls in my party world
Tities plastic, ass fantastic
They just brush my hair, and touch me everywhere
I don’t say shit, and maybe getting naked
I don’t say shit, and maybe getting naked
I don’t say shit, and maybe getting naked
Naked, say shit, and maybe getting naked
I don’t say shit, and maybe getting naked
Ludacris:
Luda!
It’s your world and I’mma touch wherever you want me to touch!
Pop that, pop that and you’ll be busting them nuts when you wanna bust
So don’t rush momma, let me take my time and do it slow
From the car to the *** to the bed, to the couch, to the turn, to the floor
No, oh, could it be that the G really got you...
I lost my count, baby, how many did I make you come
Run, run, run, run from a nigga till you can’t no more, like Forest Gump!
Then it’s most she gets, if it’s most she wants
She spoiled rotten like bad milk
Get her hot, cause I make that ass milk
She with, cause she love getting whipped in the whip
And I’mma black belt, I beat the pussy to pieces
Never letting the cat of the leashes
And I go so deep, they’re telling me all of their deepest and darker secrets, yeah!
Jeremih:
I need party girls in my party world
Tities plastic, ass fantastic
They just brush my hair, and touch me everywhere
I don’t say shit, and maybe getting naked
I don’t say shit, and maybe getting naked
I don’t say shit, and maybe getting naked
Naked, say shit,
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[Hook]
Head down booty booty poppin
Head down booty booty poppin
Head down booty booty poppin
Head down booty poppin on a handstand
On a handstand
On my american banstands
Summersalts cartwheels ~ just keep on dancing
Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole
And feel this ~ getin outa control-trol
Oh no keep goin till ~ and me say stoooop
Let it kiss the sky and then make it droooop
Cut and twist if you don’t like it you can ~ cris
Im rubbin ~ so stay in catch don’t try to duck and miss
Do your stretches don’t pull no handsprings
You got me movin infact your doin the damn thang
Stronger muscles exersize every body your body hurts
Lets do this sweatin thank god your bath and body works
I like a woman who makes her own doe don’t need a lot of help
But your heart’ll melt if I put a thousand in your garder belt
Lipgloss traces your pierced in 11 places
And your lips down town just made some familiar faces like WOAH!
[Hook (x2)]
Imma send a chapter to this ~ poppin legacy
China be that ~ cant no ~ don’t ~ wit me
When I pop that cris im on that buisnes and bubbly
When im in that 6 wit 20s spinin on luxury
Cuz I got that head game
Pickin up that bed frame
But don’t get me wrong now shawty gon’ let that led hang
Better learn that game shawty
Better get yo’ man shawty
Foe he endup tamed and be gone all in the brain shawty
This here be futuristic
This business so explicit
The way I brake it down for you ~ so explicit
Let
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[Ludacris]
Back again (that's right) Luda! Ha ha ha ha (Feel this)
It gets meaner and meaner each time baby
Feelin real good too (holla at 'em man) What up Uncle 'Face! (Yeah)
I'm a bull in this industry man (tell 'em)
Some would rather run down and get one cow (nah)
I think I'd rather walk down and get 'em all
You know what I'm talkin 'bout right? Look
[Verse 1]
I'm never goin nowhere so don't try me
My music sticks in fans veins like an IV
Flows poison like Ivy, oh they grimy
Already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign me
Respected highly, HIIII MR. O'REILLY
Hope all is well, kiss the plantiff and the wifey
Drove through the window, the industry super sized me
Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me
I'm on the rise, so many people despise me
Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!)
It's a celebration and everyone should invite me
Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!)
Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me
My whole aura's so MEAN in my white tee
Nobody light-skinded reppin harder since Ice-T
You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me!
[Chorus]
Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)
Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)
But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)
Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)
Keep
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Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
[ludacris]
Oh no! the fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin' and bustin' two
And i been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, "ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead
Causin' confusion, disturbin tha peace
Since not into lution', we run in the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? no nigga!
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
I'm d.u.i., hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the fuck over
[chorus]
[mystikal over second chorus]
Bitch! watch out, watch out, watch out
Bitch! watch out, watch out, watch out, move
Here i come, there i go
Uh oh! don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? you hear that fuckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, i'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I fuck the crowd up - that's what i do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
"oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fuckin' bussiness
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Ludacris-
Look, when it all comes down to it...
we ain't have shit
its word of mouth
Ludacris, 4-ize, its like dis
I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust
then give you a $80 dolla certificate to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but da crust
So you can feel what its like with instinct but no guts
A sack wit no nutts or
A mack wit no sluts
Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched
They call me Seymour Butts
Cause I get more ass than most
they say next and got dat butta love and get too close
Follow da leader cause I'm meaner than
Abdulablugata
My trials of more quest than midnight Marauders
its all Pina Coladas
No cops and robbaz
Takin' trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas
I hump more than Llamas
Get rolled more than tires
If you say I'm not nice, than you a mothafuckin' liar
entitled to your Opini-um
into the next millenium
So many major coins that I thought I had a Millio-um
4-Ize-
Yo, I am going to blow up the earth
with my few dirty ???
explosive space modulator
Buda, we praise you, meditatior
Drop squad interrogator
85 percent regulator
the Educator
and the Almighty Creator
Dedicator
The seperator, of fiction
I start friction
smoking hay without the crucial confliction
4-Ize prescription
Microphone, Jackie Stallone
Psychic Prediction
Egytian describition
of my psychical, my flesh is weak and its pitiful
Spiritiual is hooked up to da Invisibile
Umbili
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[Chimere]
Ooh, hey yeah
Do you know how to leave, ride...ride
[Verse 1]
Ya see, it started off in St. Paul from the street of Old Nash
And it feels so good to escape and just kick it and laugh
My clan had to bring the ruckus cause we had the cream
All you can eat over at Ryan's or some fish at Gaseen's
And I had to fix a good bag and make decisions and haste
Cause soul food ain't the motherf**kin' thang to waste
So let's get looney up on the set cause I got five on the fire
Will slide to East Point and make our way to Black Rirer
Lookin' like Outkast on the spot smokin' blunts and
Hit the liquor store got up, got out and got something
That eightball, so I can do some space age pimpin'
My blood stay young off 45's Colt and chicken
Camels and Rolls filled with d's and Vogues
And playas mackin' them hoes, in dyke clothes
Comin' up slammin' Caddy doors
In Southwest, we'll take it to yo chest
And we got it locked like some niggas on house arrest
Cause we ridin'
[Chorus: Chimere]
Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia, riiide
Ridin' 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 that
It's a free day, my folks got rowdy way back
I right off of Cascade or Ralph David Abernathy
I shall proceed and continue to keep my roots nappy
Cause afros in all seasons, they keep me warm
Some livin' that thug life so how long will they mourn
I still ride, that's why I bounce my way to bank-bed
I'm so bad that I'll knock you out, that's what my mama said
Sippin' on brandy, sunny days with my best friends
Today you see and then you cruise through the West end
They should've said it was Six Flags
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[Chorus 4X: Clive Reville]
In this life, one thing counts
In the bank, large amounts
[Ludacris - over end of Chorus]
This life, that's all that everybody care about man, money
That's all everybody want nigga that's gon' solve all your problems
It's the BEGINNING of yo' problems, man listen here, look
[Ludacris]
Now everybody wants a piece of my pockets
And it don't help when I'm screamin on these records that I'm rich
Callin people from my number, now I block it
Cause ain't nothin worse than gettin haunted by a stalkin-ass bitch!
Oh yeah! Cause good game, I talk it
And yet you so true, some women'll have you feelin blue like Crips
I lay my feet upon the path and I walk it
I spread my wealth out or someone close'll have me layin in a ditch!
I've had my friends steal from me (yup) snatch my credit card
out my wallet, hit the town and leave outstandin bills for me
They say I got the cash fo' it, and I can't recall
one single member of my family that never asked fo' it
They be kickin down do's, and bustin out flo's
Can't get me on the phone so they'll surprise me at my shows
And everybody needs a loan plus they say they won't blow it
All I hear is, "C'mon cuz - you know I'm good fo' it!" Man..
[Chorus]
[Ludacris - over Chorus]
And I got one of the biggest families y'all ever seen in y'all life man
Imagine that - fourth and fifth and sixth cousins
Callin me and shit I don't even know who these..
I ain't never met these people in my life!
Momma I KNOW you ain't givin these people my n
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Swizz Beatz:
You know one thing I hate
It's when a person come up to me
Or I hear somebody say "it must be nice"
You know my answer that
Is "You must me a hater"
Tell me why you mad fo
Listen Luda we gotta keep it real boy
We gonna do it like this baby
Listen here you know what I'm saying
Swizz Beatz:
Tell me what they mad fo
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo
Cause you be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo, hah?
Tell me what they mad fo
Tell me what they mad fo
Tell me what they mad fo
Ludacris:
Time to start putting grown-ass men on time out
Go to the corner and cry somewhere man
Old insecure ass nigga
Your heart pump Kool-Aid man
What you mad at me for
Is it cause I got houses on every coast
Or that I'm on that Forbes list making rich rappers look broke
While they're blowing that smoke
I'm blowing a couple million
Making a killing stunting on impostors
Only rapper in the game with a Grammy and an Oscar
7-figure movie deals, 8 figure bank runs
And I'm still feeding the same hood that I came from
Any car that you got I've altready drove
Any chick that you hit, nigga I've already ho'd
Say it with your chest like these diamonds on my tongue
Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm
Air traffic control say "Ludacris is insane"
That niggas daughter's birthday's the tail number on his plane
Fuck with me but nobody's fucking with me
Take in the sight of my cognac, more millions
Real G's chug it with me
If I'm happy there's no reason you should be sad for
So will somebody, can somebody please...
