High my name's Ludacris and im high as girrafes (yeah)
And im close to the edge so your parents can come push me
I curse somuch just to get on they nerves
I got kids actin a fool from the traps to the birbs
My filthy mouf it wont fight cavities or beat plaque
So i shot the tooth fairy (aahhh) and took my old teeth back
I'll take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater
And make Government officials breath harder than Dark Vader
Its the chicken & the beer that make Luda keep rappin
But no pork on my fork i dont even speak pig Latin
I go fishen on my lake wit some bitches to bake
Plus i eat many MC's but i dont gain no weight
The number 1 cheif rocker clean out your rap lockers
Im as stiff as a board your more shook than maracas
But my tricks aint for kids if you dig em' you'll get smaked
I'll clap yah, i'll spring forward you far back (whoo)
Every album that i drop has got more than ten bangers (yeah)
Thats cause im a shot caller ya'll fools are crank yankers (bells)
Aint a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain
I get chicks from Portland Oregan to Portland Mayne
Now i role up torpedoes, get blunted wit rastas
For a hefty fee im on your record like Bob Castas (yeah)
I own somany jerseys, im a throw-back mess
I hit the cleaners an tell em' "i want a full court press" (owe)
So mama toast yah glass while im countin my cash
Cause every single is a smash, im hot as a camals ass (ha)
The competition never just wanna admit that they lost
And that they last about as long as my part in The Wash
From your car to crack no one roles witchu
One of MiniMe's shoes got more soul
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(Chorus) x2
Hooooooooo (Ho)
Youza Hoooooo (Ho)
Youza Hoooooo (Ho)
I said that youza hooooo (Ho)
Ludacris-
You doin ho activities
With ho tendencies
Hos are your friends, hoes are your enemies
With ho energy to do whacha do
Blew whacha blew
Screw whacha screw
Yall professional like DJ Clue, pullin on my coat tail
an why do you think you take a ho to a hotel?
Hotel everybody, even the mayor
Reach up in tha sky for tha hozone laya
Come on playa once a ho always
And hos never close they open like hallways
An heres a ho cake for you whole ho crew
an everybody wants some cuz hoes gotta eat too
(Chorus) x2
Cant turn a ho into a housewife
Hos dont act right
Theres hos on a mission, an hoes on a crackpipe
Hey ho how ya doin, where ya been?
Prolly doin ho stuff cuz there you ho again
Its a ho wide world, that we livin in
feline, feminine, fantastical, women
Not all, just some
You ho who you are
Theres hoes in tha room, theres hoes in tha car
theres hoes on stage, theres hoes by tha bar
hos by near, an hos by far
Ho! (But can i getta ride?!)
NO! (Cmon, nigga why?!)
Cuz youza
(Chorus) x2
You gotta run in your pantyhos
Even your daddy knows
that you suckin down chocolate like daddy-o's
You hos are horrible, horrendous
On taxes ya'll writin off hos as dependents
I see tha ho risin
it aint surprisin
its just a hoasis
with ugly chicks faces
but hos dont feel so sad and blue
cuz most of us niggaz is hos too&n
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[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)
[Verse One: Ludacris]
You never know how much you miss a person, until they gone
Like to hear it? Hear it go, I'm rehearsing, gotta sing my song
I know I've done some wrong, but I can't get right
Cause life is like a big fight
I'm stickin-and-movin, tryin to get my shit right
My family's been houndin me, friends they done turned against me
Kinda like they hearts was on a full tank, but now they empty
And they say I've changed, but like twins I'm just the same
It's because of my job, mo' money mo' prob in this dirty game
This industry FUCKED UP
That's right I said it, and it's fake as ever
Keep real niggaz around me, stay "Space Age 4 Eva"
Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree
But if you looked down from heaven, you'd still be proud of me
Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by
I didn't shed no tears when you left me
but the rest of the family cried
Trials and tribulations, ruined my concentration
Losin my patience, hard times for goodness sake'n
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Eightball]
As this Valium slowly starts to kick in
Them subco
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Rollin down the highway
Nothing for me to do but smoke, it's habitual Friday
Break it down, spread it out, nigga roll up
And let's see what they about, call them hoes up
Ludacris, man these bitches want my last name
Sippin slow but I'm drivin all in the fast lane
Get the fuck up out my way, man, move bitch
And hoodie yappin if you never wanna do shit
I'm all about it, get yo mind right
Been making money since before I was in the lime light
Grind like – bitch, wussup!
Top down but I feel like getting fucked up
I get high but the bass low
A real nigga, watch a woman wanna shake fo
When you shake it for a baller better shake it right
'Cause it's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night
I'm fucked up – I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up – I'm fucked up
I'm high as hell – I'm high as hell
I'm high as hell – I'm high as hell
(It's about to be a hell of a night)
Club packed and one nigga and they drink on
Just lookin for a reason to get they freak on
Catch me up in the VIP and it's roaped off
To keep raggedy ass hoes off
Then I'm bout to have a smoke off
Rich nigga but I'm tryna get broke up
Turn it up as I make the beat break down
Ass up, face down
Yea, that's still the best way to get it
Down the middle, that's the best way to split it
I'm talkin money, disturbin the peace, racked up
One too many American black cards stacked up
Backed up and it's on
Don't get beat down til it's on
I feel these hatin ass niggas wanna fire
What?
It's about to be a hell of a ni
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Miguel:
I need some real good lovin'
Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Cause ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me
Ludacris:
It's better to love and then lost than to never have loved at all
If that was true I wouldn't be drinking this alcohol
Every relationship failed to take a toll on you
Especially when you had hoes and area codes on you
Is it easier to erase my memories
At a point when most of my past women became my enemies?
Some on the fence, some befriended me
But when we see each other it's gon' be some weird energy
I'm sorry that we couldn't make it work
Believe in your heart, I never intended to make you hurt
Now they see me on the blogs with my new girl
Friends talking 'bout "that's supposed to be you, girl"
Miguel:
I need some real good lovin'
Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Cause ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me
Ludacris:
I got a empty hole in my chest
How do I fill it? Somebody give a prescription
I guess I gotta learn to live with regrets
Pay for mistakes and your exes take a commission
But what's a percent off the top when you hit the bottom
After you break up wondering how to live without 'em?
Need solutions, less problems
Cause if love will drive you crazy I belong in the insane asylum
Hear the rain, feel the pain inside 'em
Kinda lost, need someone to guide 'em
It's nothin' worse than feelin' alone
But I'll admit to feelin' better when I'm hearing this song, it goes
Miguel:
I need some real good lovin'
Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Ca
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[fate wilson]
Okay, i remember the days
High rise, lil lefts, even stevens and faze
Troops lotto and bk's those was the days
High tech boots spray paintin' wit'cha name
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
They carryin bone's chain
One gone but yo we miss ya'
Harris photos school shots can you remember
Bury him told his bitch go to the perm and die
Didnt lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5
When she disobeyed hand off clated craze
Just to reiterate dog those was the days
Fo' da invasions of hatas i aint cool to mile around
Use to get down at true flavas bumpin key lo
Walkin' damage cross colored and paco
While play more step than talent shows
Prom nights tux and cane know its so cool
Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school)
[chorus - keon bryce]
We was runnin so hard
Hard to survive
Cause eventhough we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And thats how we win
When we were kids
[fate wilson]
In 3 months we stayed in jamestown
Hamwood and diplomats
Played with transformers, g.i. joe's and thundercats
We was lovin' that
Before to started jackin jacks
For notes from red oaks had folks scared to come through
Collis park after dark
Crown victorias police armored cars
Be aware...wang wiggas was out there
But we didnt care kids was gettin' stabbed and ditched out there
To busy playin'...double dare
You touched shorty on the ass that's a bet
Want ya kool
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Ludacris & 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 & Pastor Troy-
what (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oohhhh)
(Chorus) x2
Ludacris-
get off me, but I'm on you all day
get off me, I don't think you wanna play
Ludacris-
you wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me
'cuz you weigh too dusty, and rusty, and busted
Pastor Troy-
you betta' shop that make you pop up from lock up
but 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 room
Pastor Troy-
it ain't nothinnnnn'
Ludacris-
a a watch out watch out, boom
call me the hit man, 'cuz I make you wanna call time-out
then I make your Mom cry-out, when I take your ho fine-out
then watch me take ya', and fake ya', and shake ya', and break ya'
and see you on holdddddd until you make her
Pastor Troy-
you should give up now for talkin' shit like that
but then you noting, you garbage you betta' watch ya' back
(Chorus)
Pastor Troy-
(OK, OK now)
it's the pastor, ? her, showin' my move
Ludacris-
up in that 2000 excursion
Pastor Troy-
ridein' on 22's
I hear da' boom
Ludacris-
but booms just get more crunk
Pastor Troy-
it's the DSGB foreva'
Ludacris-
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[hook 3x]
Go to sleep, hoe to sleep, go to sleep, hoe to sleep
If 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-sense
Read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent
Then about where your time spent
Mess 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 lose
But'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 many
I got qp's and halves - if we beefin' i blast
You sleepin' i laugh, ask 'cris, i'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much; i had to off the bitch
2-0, mr. crayola; niggas know what i mean
'cause i slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-muthafuckas gotta know the routine
[hook 4x]
[crunchy black]
Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors
I look for div-idends - i ain't lookin' for you hoes
You bitch can't com-prehend; let me put one in your boot
Let me put one in your boat, so you ? can go to sleep
So, lay down bitch; gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boi
It don't mean a thing, boi, for me that ain't gon' swing, boi
Them god damn toys; do you know what i mean, boi?
(Chorus) x2
I hate it when it's too many niggaz (Too many niggaz)
Not enough hoes
Too many rookies
Not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick BITCH!!
I got a miracle Ludacris lyrical fool
We dirty south shut yo mouth we rock tools
No holds barred but obey the block rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anyone like ya (HELL NAW!!)
I treat hmans like students (FAIL YA'LL)
So turn ya book to page 69 and start suckin
When Organized drop the track then start duckin'
When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin
Girl: You wanna be startin something
Get out the booth and lemme tell you the truth
We kick down doors
Save all the H20 for front rows
Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes
Stay chromed out and that's on or off road
If you know what I mean proceed to stay clean
Light skinded nigga turn red but get green
Inhale some of that dro but blow steam
Love a combination big ass and tight jeans
(Chorus) x2
Girl: Man you done lost yo mind
No I've lost my virginity
And I shot quick
Like that nigga shot Kennedy
What's the remedy Hennessey Coke
If you cut all your money you'd still be half broke
Ashes to ashes smoke or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get smoked
If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke
Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope
So now we eatin' lobster shrimp and things
Watch for imposters that's been in the game
We invented the game and ya'll just got here
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[Intro]
Heads up! Heads up!
Here's another one!
And a - and another one
OOHHHHHHHH!!!
[Chorus]
Yeek yeek woop woop!! why you all in my ear?!
Talking a whole bunch of shit
That I ain't trying to hear!
Get back muhfucker! You don't know me like that!
(Get back muhfucker!! You don't know me like that!!)
Yeek yeek woop woop!! I ain't playing around!
Make one false move I'll take ya down
Get back muhfucker! You don't know me like that!
(Get back muhfucker!! You don't know me like that!!)
[Verse]
WHOO!! S-s-so c'mon c'mon
DON'T ... get swung on, swung on
It's the knick knack paddywhack, still ride in Cadillacs
Family off the street! made my homies put the baggies back
Still stacking plaques! (yep!) still action packed! (yep!)
And dough!! I keep it flipping like acrobats!
That's why I pack a mac, that'll crack 'em back
Cause on my waist there's more Heat than the Shaq Attack
But I ain't speaking about ballin, ballin
Just thinking about brawlin till y'all start bawlin
We all in together now, birds of a feather now
Just bought a plane so we changing the weather now
So put your brakes on, caps put your capes on
Or knock off your block, get dropped and have your face flown
Cause I'll prove it! scratch off the music!
Like hey little stupid! don't make me lose it!!
[Chorus]
[Bridge - repeat 4x]
I came (I came) I saw (I saw)
I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (in the jaw)
[Verse]
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