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,Unnamed: 0,api_path,primary_artist,title,url,song_endpoint,album,release_date,lyrics,anger,anticipation,disgust,fear,joy,negative,positive,sadness,surprise,trust,polarity
0,0,/songs/29497,Ludacris,1st & 10,https://genius.com/Ludacris-1st-and-10-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29497,Incognegro,2000-05-16," Click, click Click, click Yeah Click, click DTP nigga! [Verse 1: Infamous 2-0] I started with ten mack tens and ten clips and ten pens Got ten times richer in the span of ten years Bitch, I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks, watching eight flicks You's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lips I figure eight when my mind goes in circles Did I do that? Or was it Mystikal and Urkel? [Verse 4: Infamous 2-0] On to 7 Ak 47, so what? I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck Then put seven in your chest seven days a week And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep [Chorus: Infamous 2-0, Fate Wilson & Ludacris] It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4 3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door These DTP niggas come ready for war So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score I got six hoes distributing on six blocks It's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing Six gun shots left, one pint of Vodka before this pimp will hit It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus Then smack you so hard that you have to come with 2Pacalypse Five stars, twenty rims, five cars I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars [Verse 7: Infamous 2-0] I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floor For you niggas talkin' shit, I'm fixin' to show you what for I did four months in the bing instead of a hearse Now it's DTP for life, dog for better or worse I fuck three best friends, ran on all three the same game In these streets I'm a murderer, I got three alias names I'm three times insane, three shots will cave your brain On 3 fire and ready, cock back and aim [Chorus: Infamous 2-0, Fate Wilson & Ludacris] It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4 3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door These DTP niggas come ready for war So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunition But at Friday the 13th, what's up now superstition? I'm a two timer with a couple of twins, double jeopardy With a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz I got one motto get dough 'til you're gone I got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoes I'm numero uno with one more before I go If you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow [Verse 11: Infamous 2-0] And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me Because I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys 0-6 is my clique along with PC Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Shondrez It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1 Ludacris, Fate Feeze, and that nigga I-Twun It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1 Ludacris, Fate Feeze, and that nigga I-Twun [Chorus: Infamous 2-0, Fate Wilson & Ludacris] It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4 3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door These DTP niggas come ready for war So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score",23,23,16,28,8,44,22,13,10,14,-0.989
1,1,/songs/147963,Ludacris,9 Times Out Of 10,https://genius.com/Ludacris-9-times-out-of-10-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/147963,#IDGAF,2013-05-03," 9 time out of 10 I’m probably fucking with some hoes At the strip club playing ""eeny meeny miny moe"" Walk in side the booty club, I’m picking any one I want 9 times out of 10 I’m probably fucking with some hoes 9 time out of 10 I’m probably fucking with some hoes At the strip club playing ""Eeny meeny miny moe"" Walk in side the booty club, I’m picking any one I want 9 times out of 10 I’m probably fucking with some hoes like ""Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe"" 50 thousand hanging from my earlobe With a bank account that most niggas would kill for Stupid retarded crib, and all my whips clean Rocking some Jays that don’t come out 'til 2015 I’m moonwalking bitch, yeah I’m Michael Jackson Thriller fresh Slipped inside the Mirror, saw a pimp nigga in the flesh Spray some Polo cologne, to match my Polo socks Now Coke bottle bitches, make your soda pop And drop it like I ain't ever seen you drop it before ho Drop it for a legend or this DTP logo Drop it for a little free marketing and promo And let me Instagram this photo 9 time out of 10 I’m probably fucking with some hoes At the strip club playing ""eeny meeny miny moe"" Walk in side the booty club, I’m picking any one I want 9 times out of 10 I’m probably fucking with some hoes like ""Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe"" Scrolling through my Ho-lodex ""eeny meeny miny moe"", let’s see what hoe is next So many to choose from, I can’t make up my mind But whoever I pick better get up on the dick real quick, don’t waste my time 'Cause I got shit to do, so I’m just bout to smash Soon as I’m through with you, back to counting this cash I’m hung low to all these women, I’m their antidote And when they on my dick look like they riding a banana boat But on they period, I don’t want them mislead So it’s a sign by my bed that say “No turn on red” Treating women like spades, I’m so unstoppable Just tying to leave the club with 'bout 3 and I’m possible 9 time out of 10 I’m probably fucking with some hoes At the strip club playing ""eeny meeny miny moe"" Walk in side the booty club, I’m picking any one I want 9 times out of 10 I’m probably fucking with some hoes like ""Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe"" Whattup French? Holla at 'em Coke Boys in the house that cost a house Disturbing The Peace, smoking that loud Throw up 50 like nothing 'cause bitch I’m worth 20 Ms Brick throwing got your bitch jumping like Shawn Kemp Got a neck full of gold, fresh out the 'lympics (bling) Stack never fold, pussy clap on the pole Louis tax counting mills, Louis on that field Coming fresh out the corner now he on that hill With your, bitch, blowing smoke nigga I ain’t, gang, banging, but Luda that’s my folk nigga 9 times out of ten house money I spend Take your bitch and her friends Montana 9 time out of 10 I’m probably fucking with some hoes At the strip club playing ""eeny meeny miny moe"" Walk in side the booty club, I’m picking any one I want 9 times out of 10 I’m probably fucking with some hoes like ""Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe Eeny meeny miny moe, eeny meeny miny moe""",16,19,11,12,6,27,15,15,3,14,-0.914
2,2,/songs/29551,Ludacris,Act a Fool,https://genius.com/Ludacris-act-a-fool-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29551,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-05-20," Drop! 2 Fast Drop! 2 Furious I'm too fast for y'all, man Drop! 2 Fast Drop! 2 Furious I'm too fast for y'all, man AHH, you just came home from doin a bid Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Talkin about gats, traps, cops and robbers It's 9-1-1, PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR Evacuate the building and trick the pigs Since everybody wanna piece, we gon split ya wigs See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries You about to catch a cold, STAY THE FUCK AROUND FROM ME Ya peeps talkin 'bout what kinda shits he on You disappear like ""POOF, BITCH BE GONE"" You think twelve gon' catch me, GIMMIE A BREAK I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on the rug, Golden Grain on the stash Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride We go FRONT, BACK AND SIDE TO SIDE, WHAT Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Now your car just stopped on a empty tank BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL If you got late bills and you lost your job Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Let's take it to the streets cuz I'm ready to cruise Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT And I just put a computer in the glove compartment With the pedal to the floor, radar in the GRILLE TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat And when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard Because my side mirrors flap like a FUCKIN BIRD And the fools, we gon CLOCK ONE and we'll POP ONE Cuz my folk ridin shotgun with a shotgun You just got hustled for a wad of cash Man whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash Say whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Now them gulls up the block still runnin they mouth BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL If anyone talk bad about the Dirty South Tell me what I'm gon do? ACT A FOOL I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is TIPSY Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty Rollin through East Point, on way to Ben Hill Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield Got the whole crew ridin and we startin SHIT I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout Plus your new name is Fire cuz we stomped you out And yeah, we blow trees and beez that's fantastic So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart You'll be like lil John Q and get a Change of Heart It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams I'm ABOUT TO BLOW THIS WHOLE SHIT UP TO SMITHEREENS The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL MAN, THAT AIN'T STICKY, THAT'S JUST STICKS AND STEMS BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed Ladies whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL 2 Fast, 2 Furious... 2 Fast... ACT A FOOL 2 Fast, 2 Furious... 2 Fast... ACT A FOOL 2 Fast, 2 Furious... 2 Fast... ACT A FOOL 2 Fast, 2 Furious... 2 Fast... ACT A FOOL",16,6,47,14,9,60,16,8,9,11,-0.9988
3,3,/songs/738,Ludacris,Area Codes,https://genius.com/Ludacris-area-codes-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/738,Word of Mouf,2001-06-26," I’ve got hoes, I’ve got hoes In different area codes (Area), area codes (Codes) Hoes! Hoes, hoes, in different area codes (Area) Area codes (Codes) Hoes! Now you thought I was just 7-7-0, and 4-0-4? I'm worldwide, bitch act like y'all don't know It's the abominable ho man Globe-trot international post man Neighbor-dick dope man 7-1-8's, 2-0-2's I send small cities and states I-O-U's 9-0-1, matter of fact 3-0-5 I'll jump off the G4, we can meet outside So control your hormones and keep your drawers on 'Til I close the door and I'm jumping your bones 3-1-2's, 3-1-3's (oh) 2-1-5's, 8-0-tree's (oh) Read your horoscope and eat some hors d'oeuvres 10 on pump one; these hoes is self serve 7-5-7, 4-1-0's, my cell phone just overloads I’ve got hoes, I’ve got hoes In different area codes (Area), area codes (Codes) Hoes! Hoes, hoes, in different area codes (Area) Area codes (Codes) I’ve got hoes! Now every day is a ho-ly day, so stop the violence and put the 4-4 away Skeet, shoot a ho today 5-0-4, 9-7-2's 7-1-tree, whatcha gon' do? You checking out the scene, I'm checking a ho tonight With perpendicular, vehicular ho-micide 3-1-4, 2-0-1 (hey) Too much green, too much fun (hey) I bang cock in Bangkok Can't stop, I turn and hit the same spot, think not I'm the Thrilla in Manila, schlong in Hong Kong Pimp 'em like Bishop, Magic, Don Juan Man after Henny with a coke and a smile I just pick up the motherfuckin' phone and dial I got my condoms in a big ass sack I'm slanging this dick like a New Jack Is it cause they like my gangsta walk? Is it cause they like my gangsta talk? Is it cause they like my handsome face? Is it cause they like my gangsta ways? Whatever it is, they love it and they just won't let me be I handles my biz, don't rush me, just relax and let me be free Whenever I call (I call), come running 2-1-2 or 2-1-3 You know that I ball (I ball), stop fronting Or I'll call my substitute freak (hoes) I’ve got hoes, I’ve got hoes In different area codes (Area), area codes (Codes) Hoes! Hoes, hoes, In different area codes (Area) Area codes (Codes) I’ve got hoes! 9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4 Shout out to the 2-0-6 Everybody in the 8-0-8 Ha-ah, 2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-4 3-1-7, 2-1-4's and the 2-8-1's 3-3-4, 2-0-5, I see ya Uh-uh, 3-1-8, 6-0-1's, 2-0-tree 8-0-4, 4-0-2, 3-0-1 9-0-4, 4-0-7, 8-5-0 7-0-8, 5-0-2 Hoes in different area codes, know that Southern Hoes-pitality, Northern Exhoes-ure Ha-ha, ho ridin' on the West coast Ya understand what I'm saying? Ho-cus pocus, you the dopest Hoes to the right, hoes to the left, 5 hoes this time Whoo! Ho no! The Hip-hop ho-ller-coaster, that's what we on right now Ha-ha, no need to get all ho-stile Def Jam South baby, Disturbing Tha Peace Jazze Pheezy, Uncle Face Ludacris, uh, hoes... I'm sweating like a motherf",9,9,6,5,10,10,19,4,6,12,0.7499
4,4,/songs/59251,Ludacris,Badaboom,https://genius.com/Ludacris-badaboom-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/59251,1.21 Gigawatts: Back To the First Time,2011-11-15,"Big Bada boom, Luda’s in this bitch Pussy niggas clear the room I came through the door, I said it before I’m the truth in this booth and you niggas all hoes Counterfeit rappers say I’m stealing their flows But I can’t steal what you never made up bitch Y’all some duplicate rap cloning niggas I manufacture you hoes -- put on your makeup, bitch Let me explain, nothing’s been new since Big Daddy Kane Flows will get recycled passed around to different names But what’s the same, that every verse I spit is insane Got more styles than any rapper in the game, 11 years and still counting And y'all get a couple hit records, make some noise and have the nerve to start shouting Who’s gassing ‘em, they blowing smoke up your ass, you fired up but I’m just puff puff passing ‘em Until they roaches, buried in my ashtray Nigga burn slow, better pray like it’s your last day You lying to yourself, just admit it May not like the way I use it but you know you ain't invent it boy Do your research before you make a claim so bogus That's disrespecting pioneers in the game Fuck the fame but go ahead and get ya 5 minutes Then you front line cadets can report to your lieutenants See I’m ya past, I’m ya future and ya present So watch ya fucking mouth when you speak about a legend 16 times platinum, 6 number 1 peaks So I can give a fuck what you sold in ya first week You’s weak, softer than the Pillsbury dough boy Don’t make me expose the truth, you’s a ho, boy Don’t make me get on that ""Stomp"" shit and get back at it You rappers ain't even in my fucking tax bracket Why am I wasting my time Yeah I admit I get a little ludicrous with my rhymes, sometimes But my fans know the difference because “My Chick Bad” went platinum Still winning, motherfucker The nerve of you niggas man You ain't got enough medals on your jacket to address me boy Fall back in formation, y’all outta line I was told not to kill a mosquito with a cannon So the next time you gnats got a real problem Don’t be a coward like a nigga that used to be signed to me going on twitter rants and shit Nigga, say it to my face",13,10,18,16,4,27,18,13,5,12,-0.9961
5,5,/songs/720797,Ludacris,Beast Mode,https://genius.com/Ludacris-beast-mode-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/720797,Ludaversal,2015-03-31," Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get 'em) Listen close, nigga, yeah Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch Since I was born to touch the mic,The First Time it's been a problem Your life was a mistake, your pops should've wore a condom You niggas think you hard, I think you better come harder (Go hard) I leave rappers confused, like will.i.am's barber Ah, fuckin' with Luda's not a great look A verse'll make your fans, unfriend you on Facebook Click, my styles are goin' into labor So if stars won a war, I'm their daddy like Darth Vader And since I'm always high, it's kind of hard to overlook me For over a hundred stacks, it's kind of hard to overbook me And a whole 'nother house for my cars is on my checklist Cause to fit 'em in one garage, is like a nigga playin' Tetris But they say patience is a virtue, cause I got your bitch stayin' out way past her curfew Guess I was a thief, that got away with these words Slangin' chickens out my whip, like I been playin' Angry Birds In a black Rolls Royce, Dark Knight like Batman Everywhere you turn, the Ghost follows like Pac-Man And I sleep with the John Dillinger And always keep an eye half-open, like Forest Whitaker No, you boys ain't ready for combat Be more worried if I renew my Def Jam contract What path is he on? Opponents, I laugh and be gone They handin' in the towels like they work in Bed, Bath & Beyond But in the midst of all the melee, y'all niggas just bitches with dicks like Sheneneh Your rap styles are phony, your lines are just dead And I be on them lines, like a nigga just played Guess I'm tryin' to say I'm advanced, you intermediate You wouldn't know the real me, if your bitch Wikipedia'd it Just know that I never tried to be hard Probably cause Mr. Glock 40's my security guard You'll get chopped like judo Gangs in my hood make you reverse And change your color like the block's playin' Uno And, yes, some of my friends is still sellin' them drugs But I just say they Weight Watchers like Jennifer Hud They show me love That's why I'll always stay reppin' until the death of me Rappers talk shit, but ain't nobody ever stepped to me I hereby command all my fans' to inject it Overdose on Red Bull in your veins, if you ever slept on me (wake up) Yeah, my mind is sharper than a guillotine All the nines extended, from the knuckles of Wolverine Not a X-Man, but, man, I got that X Some of my artists switch labels, but I still get a check The more albums they sell, the more we all win And I can be seen in thirty rocks like Alec Baldwin Or watchin' CBS in a Cadillac DTS I plan to reach the world, man, your plan is MetroPCS (can you hear me now) I changed my music up cause I was gettin' bored You may not like the way I shoot, but my points go on the board My name still engrained and these books will be the outcome And this one verse is harder than a lot of niggas' albums Peace, fuck out of here, rewind that shit Ha-ha-ha, Luda, ain't shit changed",20,13,20,21,10,34,27,17,10,15,-0.1456
6,6,/songs/29516,Ludacris,Blow It Out,https://genius.com/Ludacris-blow-it-out-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29516,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-09-28," AOWWWW! I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it And y'all think I'm gon' stop? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! In one year I got rich, now life's movin so fast But bein broke with no food is just a thing of the past Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass And y'all prayin that I flop? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get green In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean All these rappers wanna know what I'm gettin for sixteens Try 80, want a discount? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! See in just six months I infiltrated the system If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed him Niggas hate givin me props cause I might use it against them C'mon, get Ludacris out! BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong But after your three wishes - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! It's time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer If you ever think of stoppin me - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall Next year I'm lookin into buyin Greenbriar Mall You probably own a lot of property! BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic balls Plus his money keeps flowin like Niagara Falls We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws I'm 'bout to go on vacation - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'mma throw you a curve You mad cause I'm a THIEF and got away with words I'mma start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves Pepsi's the New Generation - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! My black people show me love when I'm up on the block And Latinos always waitin for my CD's to drop White people love the flow, they say, ""Dude, you fuckin rock!"" Yo' fans are my fans, right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream It's hard, other albums are softer than ice cream Yo' scans are my scans, right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! Now Luda's throwin up A's, and I'm lightin up L's Around the globe gettin paid, you home bitin yo' nails DTP, the only label that practice fightin ourselves We probably gettin on your nerves, huh? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! I been eatin and gettin FAT while y'all dyin of hunger I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer Watch out, my album's puttin up McDonald's numbers You over 6 million served, huh? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! WHOO!",13,12,11,11,11,19,27,12,5,16,-0.9992
7,7,/songs/29527,Ludacris,Blueberry Yum Yum,https://genius.com/Ludacris-blueberry-yum-yum-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29527,The Red Light District,2004-12-07," Yeah, uhh Think I'mma try somethin that I ain't I ain't never did before on this one Let's go Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher (let's get higher) Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire (it's that fire) Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher (let's get higher) Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire (it's that fire) Got a little bit of blueberry yum yum And I never woulda thought that it could taste this gooooooooood Thank God for the man who put it in my hooooooood It's got me singin melodies I never thought I woooooould I'm feelin sorry for the homies who be smokin woooooood Chop chop, break it down for a player like ye ye ye ye.. I'm 'bout to find me a woman and skeet skeet skeet skeet.. I'mma keep smokin 'til I reach my peak peak peak peak.. Or 'til I'm stuck and my body feels weak weak weak weak.. Headed down to the Dungeon, wonderin, if they got some mooooore And if they don't then I'mma haveta, settle fa, some 'droooooo But it just ain't cool cause right on after, I'mma have-ta go And continue on my mission fishin for the yum yum but I'm movin slowwww Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher (let's get higher) Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire (it's that fire) Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher (let's get higher) Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire (it's that fire) Yes fire fire got me so tired, I'mma stop drop and rollllllll Put a wet towel under the doooooooooooor Don't pass it I can't take it no moooooooooooore Somebody take a trip down to the stoooooooore Hurry please, cause I need some snacks snacks snacks snacks.. And how long will it take it to get back back back back..? Yes indeed, I'm a little off track track track track.. Off this weed, and I'm full of that 'gnac 'gnac 'gnac 'gnac.. Get on in that stankin Lincoln, crank it up, and riiide And it ain't enough room to fit the, other chicks, insiiiide I'm so hungry with the munchies I'mma eat eveyrthing, in siiight Me and my blueberries together and everything's, alriiiiight Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher (let's get higher) Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire (it's that fire) Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher (let's get higher) Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire (it's that fire) Get the propane, roll dem thangs, and let's blow dis place uuuuuuuup You already know what'suuuuuuuuuuuup I mighta had to pay some extra buuuuuuuucks But I really don't give a fuuuuuuuuuuck Cause a brother feels great great great great.. But I'm barely awake wake wake wake.. All bent out of shape shape shape shape.. So stomp on yo' brake brake brake brake.. If you tokin good then all the smokers, let me see, your flame Don't know what you got but my bag'll, put yo' stuff, to shame All the different kinds and other flavors, they don't mean, a thang You can't compare it don't stare cause I got the ultimate Mary Jane Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher (let's get higher) Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire (it's that fire) Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher (let's get higher) Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire (it's that fire)",1,14,9,21,4,10,20,2,3,12,-0.773
8,8,/songs/639220,Ludacris,Burning Bridges,https://genius.com/Ludacris-burning-bridges-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/639220,Ludaversal,2015-03-31," When all your love is lost And burning bridges can't be crossed Lord won't you let me know Or give me one more reason to go When all your love is lost And burning bridges can't be crossed Lord won't you let me know Or give me one more reason to go I done took all I could take from you Need a little bit more than a break from you Matter of fact fuck you, don't need you in my life You done did so much wrong I hope you get it right But not at my expense, I did all I could do You just took me for granted, you thought I was a fool When I did everything in my power to help and please you But I don't know you no more, fuck it, I caught amnesia Too many emotions I try to bury But the higher I climb, the less weight I'm trying to carry Dem niggas holdin' on for dear life, bringin' me drama But I'm only responsible for my daughters Cai and Karma Nigga you's a grown man, get yourself together Forget about the past, now's a better time than never Matter of fact, It's time to start making better decisions So put your fires out, and stop burning 'Cris' bridges You little bitches When all your love is lost And burning bridges can't be crossed Lord won't you let me know Or give me one more reason to go Yeah, this industry's full of bullshitters And all this time you thought you had me fooled niggas In my ferrari partner thought he saw a spaceship Cos I move in speed not to get caught up in this fake shit Smiling in my face when I'm around y'all But soon as I leave, niggas be prayin' on my down fall Is it cause you'll never sell as many records? My bitches always look better, you fail at business endeavours? Or that people thought you were clever, but now they know you stupid? And misery loves company now that you're going through it? Somebody tell these rappers I walk hard in these Louis So get out of here, you don't want no part of this shit, Dewey I see them drugs got y'all trippin' too soon That's why you find me in the club, every once in a blue moon So while you contemplate making your first million I'll be somewhere contemplating on making my first billion And then, trillion When all your love is lost And burning bridges can't be crossed Lord won't you let me know Or give me one more reason to go The biggest mistake we make as individuals Is thinking everyone lives by the same principles But when I talk by the same teachers and principals For you to know it's not the money, it's the principle So I can't expect you to know what I'm talkin' 'bout Our issues are deep within, we can't just talk 'em out Niggas is fighting inside, we can't just walk 'em out These bridges burning so fast, we can't just stomp 'em out As if you know what I'm talkin' 'bout When all your love is lost And burning bridges can't be crossed Lord won't you let me know Or give me one more reason to go",9,12,12,5,11,28,35,14,6,17,-0.9749
9,9,/songs/29561,Ludacris,Call Up the Homies,https://genius.com/Ludacris-call-up-the-homies-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29561,Theater of the Mind,2008-11-24," + (The Game) I just touched down in killa Cali, strapped up my boots Got scooped up by Game so I hopped up in the Coupe (Ahh, whattup nigga?) What the hell is goin on? I'm tryin to ease back and get my head in the zone (Then where the fuck you tryin to go?) Nigga this yo' city Anywhere, I'm just tryin to see some ass and titties So fool mash the gas, the night is young All bullshit aside I'm tryin to have some fun Hit the hop in Lakewood, or ride down Slauson Or the casino, they say it's just like Compton (ha ha) Really doesn't matter, long as shots don't rang out (Nigga I stay strapped, I don't wanna pull the thang out) Well keep the heat heat right up under the seat And let's roll to Roscoe's and grab somethin to eat But check your rearview mirror, I swear somebody's followin Rollin in that dark blue SS Impala and All up on the bumper, man I'm just sayin Tell me you know this nigga (nah, they better stop playin) He sped up around and drove right in front of us Could be one-time just tryin to bust one of us 'Til he smashed the brakes and we almost hit him Throwin signs out the window like somethin was wrong wit him Before we jump out and get ready to clown (Nigga call up the homies, it's about to go down) + (The Game) Keep one eye open cause the streets don't sleep (If the streets get hungry then the streets gon' eat) That's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds, nigga (Call up the homies, it's about to go down) Call up the homies, it's about to go down? (Yeah, call up the homies, it's about to go down) Yeah that's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds Nigga call up the homies, it's about to go DOWN + (Ludacris) Somebody tell Luda I'm on the way now (aight) Just stepped one size 12 Air Force 1 in the A-Town (ha ha ha) And you know where I'm headed To the Lennox Mall to get it done head to toe NWA style (do it) Keep it gangsta from the waist down And this chrome trey-pound got me feelin Atlanta +Brave+ now (right) Disturbin' Tha Peace, I'll let the lead spray I'm startin to love this place, they even got Red Clay (okay) Hit a different strip club e'ry day (yeah) And I don't make it rain, it's a hurricane on the way (ha ha ha) And I got the A-Town pump It'll make your whole body do the A-Town stomp (woo!) Then it's off to the Waffle House And pancake mix ain't the only thing comin out her mouth And her 42 D's comin out her blouse Her baby daddy comin in (Game, get out the house, and) Yeah, I'm in a real-life movie, so this is take three When Luda step foot out in Phoenix, A-Z Superbowl super hoes, rappers on stroll So I put the call in to Willy Northpole + (Ludacris) Woo, big homie I got ya, stick to you like a cactus Welcome to the Bird City, Chris, take off your jacket I know you kinda used to big booties in the club But ain't nothin wrong to have a lil' sauce in your blood I see a couple thugs with some bitch tendencies My town, but I still got Phoenix enemies (yup) Haters wanna stop 'em and I really wanna pop 'em But it's hard to fight back when you got an album droppin (connects) We in South Phoenix, niggas Africa bang Matter fact, Chris, tuck in your Africa chain (what?) Cause I see some niggas starin at us with a lame frown I'mma call up the homies (it's about to go DOWN) [Hook/Outro: Ludacris] + (Willy Northpole)",14,8,6,9,7,24,22,9,6,8,0.8444
10,10,/songs/1940777,Ludacris,Call Up The Homies (co-starring The Game and Willy Northpole),https://genius.com/Ludacris-call-up-the-homies-co-starring-the-game-and-willy-northpole-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1940777,None,2017-10-04," + (The Game) I just touched down in killa Cali, strapped up my boots Got scooped up by Game so I hopped up in the Coupe (Ahh, whattup nigga?) What the hell is goin on? I'm tryin to ease back and get my head in the zone (Then where the fuck you tryin to go?) Nigga this yo' city Anywhere, I'm just tryin to see some ass and titties So fool mash the gas, the night is young All bullshit aside I'm tryin to have some fun Hit the hop in Lakewood, or ride down Slausson Or the casino, they say it's just like Compton (ha ha) Really doesn't matter, long as shots don't rang out (Nigga I stay strapped, I don't wanna pull the thang out) Well keep the heat heat right up under the seat And let's roll to Roscoe's and grab somethin to eat But check your rearview mirror, I swear somebody's followin Rollin in that dark blue SS Impala and All up on the bumper, man I'm just sayin Tell me you know this nigga (nah, they better stop playin) He sped up around and drove right in front of us Could be one-time just tryin to bust one of us 'Til he smashed the brakes and we almost hit him Throwin signs out the window like somethin was wrong wit him Before we jump out and get ready to clown (Nigga call up the homies, it's about to go down) + (The Game) Keep one eye open cause the streets don't sleep (If the streets get hungry then the streets gon' eat) That's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds, nigga (Call up the homies, it's about to go down) Call up the homies, it's about to go down? (Yeah, call up the homies, it's about to go down) Yeah that's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds Nigga call up the homies, it's about to go DOWN + (Ludacris) Somebody tell Luda I'm on the way now (aight) Just stepped one size 12 Air Force One in the A-Town (ha ha ha) And you know where I'm headed To the Lennox Mall to get it done head to toe NWA style (do it) Keep it gangsta from the waist down And this chrome trey-pound got me feelin Atlanta Brave now (right) Disturbin' Tha Peace, I'll let the lead spray I'm startin to love this place, they even got red clay (okay) Hit a different strip club e'ry day (yeah) And I don't make it rain, it's a hurricane on the way (ha ha ha) And I got the A-Town pump It'll make your whole body do the A-Town stomp (woo!) Then it's off to the Waffle House And pancake mix ain't the only thing comin out her mouth And her 42 D's comin out her blouse Her baby daddy comin in (Game, get out the house, and) Yeah, I'm in a real-life movie, so this is take three When Luda step foot out in Phoenix, A-Z Superbowl super hoes, robbers on stroll So I put the call in to Willy Northpole + (Ludacris) Woo, big homie I got ya, stick to you like a cactus Welcome to the Bird City, Chris take off your jacket I know you kinda used to big booties in the club But ain't nothin wrong to have a lil' sauce in your blood I see a couple thugs with some bitch tendencies My town, but I still got Phoenix enemies (yup) Haters wanna stop 'em and I really wanna pop 'em But it's hard to fight back when you got an album droppin (connects) We in South Phoenix, niggas Africa bang Matter fact, Chris, tuck in your Africa chain (what?) Cause I see some niggas starin at us with a lame frown I'ma call up the homies (it's about to go DOWN) + (Willy Northpole) Keep one eye open cause the streets don't sleep (If the streets get hungry then the streets gon' eat) That's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds, nigga (Call up the homies, it's about to go down) Call up the homies, it's about to go down? (Yeah, call up the homies, it's about to go down) Yeah that's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds Nigga call up the homies, it's about to go DOWN",14,9,7,10,7,26,24,9,6,9,0.9477
11,11,/songs/716743,Ludacris,Call Ya Bluff,https://genius.com/Ludacris-call-ya-bluff-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/716743,Ludaversal,2015-03-31," Yeeee-ah, buddy! (Wooo!) But, it fit right now (Ah yeah, I know right?), Gawd damn! Man, FUCK them niggas! Whoever they said they was, it don't even matta partna! (Yeah, fuck 'em!) This the way we do, nigga (Ah huh!) The A in the buildin'! It's whatever, they know where to find me at (Hmmm-hmmm!) They know what's up (Right!), it's strictly business Beef, drawma, whateva you wanna cawl it, nigga Fuck 'em, we ball! Yeah, anything you wanna do I'm ready to do it, my nigga, just say so (just say so) Don't say it on the record with your chest Leave the booth and then go lay low (""okay guys, I'm goin' home"") Hidin' behind your security detail Actin' like a female I done sold over twenty million records I could really give a fuck about retail (history's been made) Now back to basics (basics) Back to Adidas with the fat laces (what up, Rev Run?) Back to the Ac,' where I'm ridin' to the track in the Jack Get it straight, nigga, no chasers (ah) Age ain't nothing but a number Luda rappin' like he just turned twenty-four (happy birthday) Any rapper wanna forget who I am Every now and then I seem I gotta let em know (know) Oh, must I remind ya? You rap like somethin' behind ya (boo) Got paid but your heart pump Kool Aid (yeah) Cover Girl make up shoulda signed ya (hahaha) But it's never too late (nope) Fifteen years, nigga, never too great (nah) Four years off gettin' Hollywood checks But you niggas want beef and you lookin' like steak I see that liquor got you loose (got you loose) (got you loose) When you see me, nigga Say it like you said it in the booth (in the booth) I'll make you niggas lose a tooth (lose a tooth) (lose a tooth) When you see me, nigga Say it like you said it in the booth (in the booth) Fuck y'all niggas, I'm the truth (I'm the truth) (I am the truth) When you see me, nigga Say it like you said it in the booth (in the booth) Now I'm like, fuck callin' a truce (callin' truce) (no truce) When you see me, nigga Say it like you said it in the booth Hol' up Never fuck with a nigga who got some kids (no) 'Cause when you talk about me then you talk about them Then I gotta come where you live (I'm on the way, nigga) You takin' food out they mouth Now I gotta put a fist in yours (blah) I don't play about my hustle, a nigga got all these acres All my neighbors think I'm flipping them birds (woo) Nah, but I be flipping these words (yeah) Anything you hear me saying, I could back up (back it up) And you talk so tough on the mic But whenever you in sight, nigga Somethin' don't add up (don't add up) Put your money where your mouth is (Yeah!), wait, put a gat where your blouse is You think it's funny, cause it's sunny where your house is Bitch, I'll put my muddy ass boots where your couch is (Fuck yo couch!) I live this shit, you know you do this just for show, nigga (Deja Vu!) You act as if Ludacris just came and took your ho, nigga (Really!?) You's a ho nigga (Whispers ""Ho nigga""), yeah I said it twice Let this be warning number two, motherfucker go and roll the dice I see that liquor got you loose (got you loose) (got you loose) When you see me, nigga Say it like you said it in the booth (in the booth) I'll make you niggas lose a tooth (lose a tooth) (lose a tooth) When you see me, nigga Say it like you said it in the booth (in the booth) Fuck y'all niggas, I'm the truth (I'm the truth) (I am the truth) When you see me, nigga Say it like you said it in the booth (in the booth) Now I'm like, fuck callin' a truce (callin' truce) (no truce) When you see me, nigga Say it like you said it in the booth I already know fake, nigga (Yeuh!), all gas, no brakes, nigga (Hahahaha!) All that Simon Says shit, y'all got goin' on That, ""Any-pat, pitta-pat"" elementary, school ass shit (AH!) The hell is you talkin' bout, nigga?",17,9,14,10,14,25,31,17,12,27,-0.9981
12,12,/songs/1118120,Ludacris,Can You Buy That,https://genius.com/Ludacris-can-you-buy-that-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1118120,None,2017-10-04,"Chorus: Mother, fucker can you buy that? Mother, fucker can you buy that? I could buy that! Mother, fucker can you buy that? Mother, fucker can you buy that? Here is this niggaare go again talking about how much money he got Luda! Oh no, don't try that Twenty million dollar crib I can buy that You can see me in a... Maseraties, lamborghinies, mother fucker, my bad! Lay back making pay stacks Can't do it on the... Don't chase that! ... I'm like take that, take that! Champagne by the... Keep a bottle of... When it's so cold I'm rough I tell whores Got in a magnum like... Get it? I'm loco! I know people mob like... All night with the door closed... Higher, my... Is on, rotate like tires I fuck the bitch before I fuck you Damn right I'm tired! I'm filthy rich, bitch, go spend some... I went to the... And the ferrari dude was like... Chorus: Mother, fucker can you buy that? Mother, fucker can you buy that? Mother, fucker can you buy that? Mother, fucker can you buy that? I could buy that! Mother, fucker can you buy that? Mother, fucker can you buy that? I could buy that! Mother, fucker can you buy that? Mother, fucker can you buy that? Your money is my money I can buy that! I can buy that shit No niggaare can even deny that shit Well, I bet the... Whatever you're driving You better hide that shit! Oh, fuck your life, kill yourself, niggaare Go buy a casket, and kill yourself niggaare! You can find me freaking... Yeah, when you say go. I'm so outrageous Money is tied up, bitch my money is the... Your money is funny, my money is mean Your money is coming, my money is... Your money is... Stupid My money is ""get over here, finish him!"" Chorus: Mother, fucker can you buy that? Mother, fucker can you buy that? Mother, fucker can you buy that? Mother, fucker can you buy that? Yes, I can buy that! Mother, fucker can you buy that? Mother, fucker can you buy that? Ok, I can buy that! Mother, fucker can you buy that? Mother, fucker can you buy that? Niggaare, can you buy that?",21,34,10,9,33,40,38,28,12,35,-0.9993
13,13,/songs/29493,Ludacris,Catch Up,https://genius.com/Ludacris-catch-up-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29493,Incognegro,2000-05-16," All this drinking gon' catch up And all this smoking gon' catch up But some niggas just really don't give a fuck Some niggas 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 Some bitches just really don't give a fuck 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 men do when I get you I'ma sit you down Then take it to the mental's essential and clown Every chance I get Bitch I'm hit Not by no bullet or no pellet But the smoke from the canna-bi-as, shiyat 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'ma rock, roll, shake, and shiver With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver All this drinking gon' catch up And all this smoking gon' catch up But some niggas just really don't give a fuck Some niggas 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 Some bitches just really don't give a fuck [Verse 2: F.A.T.E.] Ayo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos Stewart Ave. hoes Niggas 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 headshots 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 since it's gon' catch up All this drinking gon' catch up And all this smoking gon' catch up But some niggas just really don't give a fuck Some niggas 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 Some bitches just really don't give a fuck [Verse 3: Infamous 2-0] Now with the help of Hen and Coke I grab my pad and pen and wrote Something that I knew was dope And represent for my kinfolk Pimp a ho until she broke Wit mo lines than chopped coke Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King But I'm a writer 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 Tauheed 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 All this drinking gon' catch up And all this smoking gon' catch up But some niggas just really don't give a fuck Some niggas 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 Some bitches just really don't give a fuck [Outro: F.A.T.E. & Man] Get it right Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL We are the dirty south's dirtiest Disturbing tha Peace Hey bring on the bitches",28,6,18,23,9,42,35,19,23,25,-0.9949
14,14,/songs/730424,Ludacris,Charge It to the Rap Game,https://genius.com/Ludacris-charge-it-to-the-rap-game-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/730424,Ludaversal,2015-03-31," Everybody wants the fortune and fame The more things change , the more they stay the same This industry is like a crack game Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game This industry is like a crap game Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game Where do I begin Well, the industry shady not everybody is your friend I had to learn that shit the hard way In and out bogus contracts since before i was rapping in the hallway Everyone out for money, executives out for blood If you don't keep the music current then labels'll pull the plug (Get it) Hard to admit when shit don't go the way you plan While everybody's on Instagram just fronting like life is grand Take it back to one of my first tours Fuckin' everything movin' thinkin' groupies will never do nothing back to us Kick 'em out the hotel swearing i hit my finer things Lost a bunch of jewelry from a Rolex to a diamond chain (Bitch) How in the hell did i get caught slippin' Meanwhile on all my records , nigga talkin' bout he pimpin' Maybe i exaggerated a lil bit You know fake it till you make it every one of us rappers gotta talk a little shit Yeah i done smashed some video vixens and some actresses But brand name pussy don't feel no different on my matresses Insecure hoes with breast jobs and butt shots Blaming on us rich niggas sponsoring shit and what not Now guys are just as big as groupies as these women is Till you break up and a bitch wonder where her percentage is While these regular hoes are trying to play the trap game And now is the time i blame it on the rap game Everybody wants the fortune and fame The more things change , the more they stay the same This industry is like a crack game Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game This industry is like a crap game Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game Listen , this ain't scripted this reality It take some drugs for us to conquer this insanity Thieves using our name promoting these fake appearances Publicists overcharging taking years for these clearances I got sued some rappers said i stole their joint nigga Spend half a million just to prove a fucking point nigga We got the fans thinking rappers never lose Gave a producer a hundred grand for a beat i never use (Damn) The false stories and being misquoted in magazines Got a nigga wanting to go and load a couple magazines Head to your office and shoot up the whole fucking staff Post that on your website and burn while i fucking laugh You protesters at my concerts y'all make me sick I thought i told y'all i would never disrespect a bitch It's clear to see that Hip Hop's under attack man Or is it cause that no one wants to see a rich black man Really they want us with no money Hungover and missing flights and cutting our show money Hip Hop cops still lurkin' and trying to catch us slippin' And put us in a position to make some real life decisions (Hmmm) Or do we just be doing dumb shit Emptying out these gun clips and always on the run shit Lifestyles of us entertaining hood niggas If it's bad to be a rapper what's good nigga Everybody wants the fortune and fame The more things change , the more they stay the same This industry is like a crack game Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game This industry is like a crap game Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game",32,11,23,21,12,48,26,17,13,16,-0.9838
15,15,/songs/29532,Ludacris,Child of the Night,https://genius.com/Ludacris-child-of-the-night-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29532,The Red Light District,2004-12-07," It's gonna get in ya, child of the night (baby I got) and the hood rolls on How do I begin to, do this shit right (baby I got) get my hustle on Look here! Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word But on my path to see the light sometimes my vision gets blurred It's all a part of growin up and seein life at it's worst Then tryin to iron out my wrinkles, puttin family first It seems like the whole world is out for sinkin my boat But with God as my navigator I'll be stayin afloat And I admit to bein caught by many foolish distractions Then I'm forced to pay the price as the result of my actions I'm battlin with MYSELF and every DAY it's a war Curiosity killed the cat, why I'm Curious George? Gotta keep my nose up outta thangs that ain't none of my biz And just cause somethin looks good don't really mean that it is Get through the agony and anger, the pain and strife And take the necessary steps to try to change my life I got some questions for you Lord cause my mentality's hood So why is everything that's bad for me feel so good? It's gonna get in ya, child of the night (baby I got) and the hood rolls on How do I begin to, do this shit right (baby I got) get my hustle on It's gonna get in ya, child of the night (baby I got) and the hood rolls on How do I begin to, do this shit right (baby I got) get my hustle on Now I'm a only child, so excuse some of my selfish ways I got spoiled when I was young, spoil myself today Oh but I feed at least a thousand stomachs and how I've done it Is from the ground up a hundred miles and runnin Dodgin and duckin everybody tryin to hammer me down A self-made millionaire, baby look at me now Can't tell me nothin still hungry as the day I began Cause all I ever really needed was a pen in my hand And a, pad in my lap, didn't matter in fact Me and my momma lived in one room, and what's badder than that Was a young man forced to grow up at the age of 12 Tryin to get in where I fit, streets givin me hell But yet I give it right - back, so how you like - that Continue doin wrong 'til I was on the right - track Tell me 'bout heavy money I might give it a PUSH But a, bird in the hand is worth two in the bush Come on It's gonna get in ya, child of the night (baby I got) and the hood rolls on How do I begin to, do this shit right (baby I got) get my hustle on It's gonna get in ya, child of the night (baby I got) and the hood rolls on How do I begin to, do this shit right (baby I got) get my hustle on No matter how much older we get man, we all still children at heart We all make mistakes, it's all good Now I've tried plenty of times to get rid of my bad habits Livin life on the cuttin edge, takin a stab at it And learnin from my mistakes, try not to make 'em twice Just admittin when I'm wrong, tryin hard to make it right And baby, nobody's perfect in this world of ours There's plenty people gettin stitches in this world of scars But over time, pray to God that he can heal your wounds Try to love and love again until they seal your tomb Cause life is short if you don't know this it'll pass you by That's why my head is in the clouds tryin to pass the sky Never blinkin for a minute, keep my eyes on my foes They wanna catch me in the open, bring my life to a close Meanwhile that's why I'm bringin so much life to my shows I've seen smiles I'm makin changes turnin glitter to gold Don't let these devils play you down or belittle your soul Just be happy with yo'self and it's so simple to grow Come on [Hook to fade with adlibs: Nate Dogg] It's gonna get in ya, child of the night (baby I got) and the hood rolls on How do I begin to, do this shit right (baby I got) get my hustle on",28,32,25,26,41,43,57,14,11,26,-0.9954
16,16,/songs/666743,Ludacris,CoCo (Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-coco-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/666743,LudaVerses ,2015-01-02,"I say I, I say I'm counting paper 'til the day I rest They say I'm spoiled, but I can't tell, 'cus everyday I stay fresh I'm ripping open all the new bags Keep popping off all these new tags All up on my 3 piece two swag Bitch gimme head like Doo Rags With the new jag, with the roof back This weed good, but my coupe bad Shout out to all my old hoes, I'm rich now, bitch too bad Should of loved me when I had hub-caps, now it's 21 inch Asanti rims 6 figure nigga, on the first check, before I signed the deal Now I gotta grind, until I'm out of time Put my name all on that dotted line Another deal, get another grill I shine all this, lil' out of mind But I'll snatch your link like Deebo Get yo ass jacked like Steve-O Get high but I creep low I'm number one on point, like D Rose I'm in love with my fourth ho!",5,5,4,4,4,5,6,4,4,4,0.8516
17,17,/songs/29588,Ludacris,Cold Outside,https://genius.com/Ludacris-cold-outside-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29588,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27,"{Chorus} It ain't no one to trust but me And I got to make sure that I take care of my family And it ain't no choices cause it's cold outside (It's cold outside) And to my niggas on the block On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks You hear the voices say it's cold outside (It's cold outside) I'm hiding out and smokin' herb Because my boss is getting on my motherfucking nerves But I got to take it cause it's cold outside (It's cold outside) See rappin' is my only way My mama told me just to save it for another day But I got to make it cause it's cold outside (It's cold outside) {Verse 1} Man, I can hear that wind blowing You say it don't get cold in CP Well niggas it's been snowing Even though some might disagree When business is still slowing Even if we subject to change Come up out them diamonds and rings Even all them dollars and change Nigga we home-grown And to those that couldn't take the pressure Nigga they long gone Skeet 25 lighters on dressers Or you'll get zoned on They be puttin' them bodies in bags They be cuttin' them bodies on slabs Then go to somebody and brag Got to keep a straight face Better keep inside with your know Got to find a safe place Better stay in silence or go Or end up a waste case Pick figure it's more stuff to do Pick nigga it's more folks than you Pigs never come close to a clue I put my life on it Want to disrespect give me your neck And I'll put a knife on it Some say it's slippery when wet But my Roll got ice on it It's all about supply and demand It's all about me buying some land You folks just don't understand That uh {Chorus} {Verse 2} Man, I see the clouds coming Y'all see a man on the moon walking I see a crowd running And the APD steadily talking Cause we done found something And it's not as good as it seems Oh I wish I could get some cream And get up out of the hood with some dreams I'm peepin' hard crimes See the system's fucked up And they givin' out some hard times Heard one of these wannabes lucked up And one of my people snortin' hard lines Locked up and they didn't do a thang Locked up because of the pressure and pain Locked up because they wouldn't do the same And I see the case close I can't ask no questions, and it's over Cause they say so I ain't learned no lessons, but these snitches Better lay low Or we gonna be chopping some heads And we gonna be rocking some beds And we gonna be dropping some eggs We walk a long road Trying to find the essence of self But I picked the wrong clothes 'Do rag with a gat under my belt Cause life's throwing strong blows But I keep a little hope and some dreams And I try to stay focused and clean But I got a little dope and some green Cause uh {Chorus} {Verse 3} I can see them shamed faces Man, y'all look at me like y'all grew up In the same places Scams and dirty work came up on A day to day basis Now they got to re-up and re-bag And they got to re-up and re-slab Then they got to be up and be bad This game'll NEVER end Excuse my French, but God dammit I got some clever friends They might get set back by some wench But that bitch'll never win It's all about the way of the world It's all about the way of them girls It's all about them diamonds and pearls We waiting too long But the DEC and Southwest Atlanta Is too strong We might bring that soap out and wash up And throw them suits on Coming in the court with some pride Cause we ain't got nothing to hide Just didn't know what laws to abide I play the cards dealt And I bought a full house and I watched The woman's heart melt See my mama's cooled out and she's crying Cause it's heart-felt It's all about supply and demand It's all about me buying some land You folks just don't understand That uh {Chorus to fade}",11,13,7,13,13,33,33,6,3,16,0.9318
18,18,/songs/725754,Ludacris,Come and See Me,https://genius.com/Ludacris-come-and-see-me-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/725754,Ludaversal,2015-03-31," [Hook: Ludacris + Big K.R.I.T.] 6 fifteens, candy coated riding clean Every time I pull out a new whip I cause a scene Rolling through my hood, I told 'em pimpin' ain't that easy So whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me [Verse 1: Ludacris + Big KRIT] I'm talking Monte Carlos, Crown Vics, Cadillacs and Regals If I get pulled over, everything I got's illegal But I ain't got no worries I got Jesus riding shotgun Knowing that I need a meal ticket and I can't stop until I got one Shit, I'm whippin' cutty bubble bucket busty, bitches love to ride too Hanging out the window servin' niggas like a late-night Wendy's drive through Tweeters, speakers, jeekers fiendin', diamond in the back my nigga I got two white girls, think I oughta have a curl in return of the mack, my nigga It's the return of the 'Lac Riding on so many horses they think I'm playing polo Candy paint drippin' like a Jheri curl, nigga, I'mma let my soul glo Fleet, flickin', screaming, bitches, pitchin', counter, past fate And all of the women get jealous cause of the way my car can make its ass shake Last to base, in the face The law's right beside me, my window tint, dawg My rims are too large As soon as I hit the back road bet the law can't find me Ridin', candy paint with two poles in the trunk Popped up twice with two hoes in the trunk Disturb your peace with fifteens that thump Touch my slab get sawed off with the pump [Hook: Ludacris + Big K.R.I.T.] 6 fifteens, candy coated riding clean Every time I pull out a new whip I cause a scene Rolling through my hood, I told 'em pimpin' ain't that easy So whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me [Verse 2: Ludacris + Big K.R.I.T.] I got two floors in my trunk, club lights in my trunk I charge at the door them hoes hit the floor, we have club nights in my trunk Cause it's an earthquake when I park, I keep a UFO in my yard My wheels so big when I swing my whip I can high five God, Lord I could skydive off of the top of the roof, rims taller than King Kong Riding around looking for an ass that I could sit my drink on My seats warm, my drink cold, my paint dry, but her mouth wet Suffocate that ho till that bitch look like Smurfette 007 pressin' more buttons, I got all these gadgets, ho I got all these alpine, it could turn a square chick ratchet, ho Neon lights shine neon bright that I could direct all this traffic, ho Young and wise my 9 to 5 would be a vortex if I crash it, ho Like a head on collision with a red bone mouth colder than Michigan Reach in that glove box and I got more rubbers than Michelin I'm feeling like Yao Ming in the whip (why?) I need more leg room So I hit a switch and the whole back seat turned into a god damn bedroom [Hook: Ludacris + Big K.R.I.T.] 6 fifteens, candy coated riding clean Every time I pull out a new whip I cause a scene Rolling through my hood, I told 'em pimpin' ain't that easy So whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me (Come and see me) Come and see me Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me [Verse 3: Ludacris + Big KRIT] Okay now, ho, pour out that drink and watch me fire up that blunt Anybody getting outta line don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk Don't make you pop your fuckin' trunk? Don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk Anybody getting outta line don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk O-o-o-okay, now bow down when you see me, don't be trippin' on the thump Anybody getting outta line don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk Don't make you pop your fuckin' trunk? Don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk Anybody getting outta line don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk Hold up",25,22,14,17,20,39,41,10,14,32,-0.7003
19,19,/songs/734465,Ludacris,Come and See Me (Interlude),https://genius.com/Ludacris-come-and-see-me-interlude-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/734465,Ludaversal,2015-03-31,Some days I think I love my whip more than I love my bitch Everytime we argue I just hop up in my whip and split And my car never talk back to me It just turn up and play this track for me Then my girl get jealous and try to wild on her Calling her used cuz the Acura got so many miles on her And try to make her feel inferior Since I'm rubbing all on my Acura's interior Whenever I'm with either of my ladies I just love her See cuz one rides me while I ride in the other mane I'm bout to go get in some trouble mane With the one that's like my sidekick the other thinks she my mother mane And I ain't with that They both got mean bodies but with this Maserati see how I trip that Pretty feet with nice paint and they both drop the top And both crushing everything in the parking lot Gone,7,4,4,2,5,11,8,3,2,4,0.775
20,20,/songs/1517607,Ludacris,Come On Over (Skit),https://genius.com/Ludacris-come-on-over-skit-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1517607,Incognegro,1999-05-16," Woman: Girl, we might as well see what's up with them niggas Man: Hello Woman: Hello Man: Yeah, oh, oh, what's up? Woman: Hey Man: This 20, this 20. Oh, okay, yeah, yeah Ludacris: Yeah, yeah, so what's up, man? Man: So what's up, y'all going to come through or not? Woman: Yeah, we going to come through there Man: Alright, that's a bet. Let me go on and tell you how to get here. You ready? Woman: Yeah Man: Okay, you go.. Oh, shit. Let me let Chris tell you, hold on Woman: Alright Ludacris: Hello Woman: Yeah Ludacris: Yeah, okay, you go 85 south Woman: Okay Ludacris: You get off and old national highway, make a left. You going to come all the way down 'til you get to Creal Road. Make a right on creal Woman: Okay Ludacris: Then you just gom' to keep coming down. You going to see this big ass white mansion o the righthand side Woman: Word Ludacris: Hell yeah. It's going to be this convertible Jag' in the driveway, Range Rover all black. Hell yeah. We like right next door and shit in this hood house man. The door kind of fucked up so you going to have to climb through the window. Is that cool? Woman: What the fuck? Hell no, nigga",6,3,6,4,2,7,4,4,0,3,-0.6313
21,21,/songs/29573,Ludacris,Coming 2 America,https://genius.com/Ludacris-coming-2-america-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29573,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27," [Unnamed woman #1, Unnamed Man #1] The royal penis is clean, your highness (Thank 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 royalty when you hear it. The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring. Luda, throw some grapes on these peasants! These bitches throwin' rose petals at my feet mayne! They wanna spoil me, treatin' me like royalty; What I'm 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda By way of A-T-L; if you disagree Don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly It's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles And testing me, is like pitbulls put up to poodles My rap career goes back further than your father hairline It's ludicrous - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines I'm fly, even when I get high I work cash And even got my coach bumped up to first class I'm boss to all employees - and I'm here to teach the principle Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of this shit man. Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get on a 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't hearin me. Man iii-iiiis this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris. 'Cris, f'real man. FUCK YOU NIGGA, MAN FUCK YOU! Fuck you too! What you wanna do?! Scrawny nigga But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as SHIT I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a CLIQUE You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos And comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitos I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos With five strippers, four wives and three amigos I go scuba divin in Bays at Montego I find gold links and snatch 'em, like I'm Deebo But I'm the light-skinte-ted version, of Mandingo I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo I used to run numbers in line they caled me BINGO Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled And I stay with more BULLETS, than yo' Billboard singles Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause! He is definitely all f'real - yaseeI'msayin? Ha ha I be fuckin with him all the time, yahhmean? I'm sayin, I used to just serve homes herb, now how come through, he want 50's a purple. He want quarters a purple now. I want y'all to trip with it. Man, I done sold him a QP last week of the flava, yaseewhatI'msayin? YE-AH, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack C.P. set a bigger trap look at that Godby Road and Old Nat Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know Shady Park you heard just don't go Quick 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 people I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go? Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak Tons of fun with guns Fuck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear Stop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare I'm 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 stackin In the back of the Cadillac and packin emergency action Camera, LIGHT LIGHTS, throwin a punch and then FIGHT FIGHT Packin a lunch and then BITE BITE, A-T-L stay TIGHT TIGHT I'm just tryin to save ya shorty! I'mma let you know it's real down heah! When you ride down that 285 and you go past Cascade, get ready to go past that Campbellton Road 'fore you get it to Camp Creek, shorty, just shake; cause dat where dem real niggas at! I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin down Glenwood, Candler Road or Rainbow nigga, shaaaaaake, Cause dat where dem real niggas at! When you're goin down that Ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second Waffle House 'fore you get to the rich niggas, shaaake; cause dat where dem real niggas at! Matter of fact, just shake when ya get to Georgia, nigga!",21,14,13,17,13,36,40,9,8,30,-0.997
22,22,/songs/926439,Ludacris,Coming to America,https://genius.com/Ludacris-coming-to-america-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/926439,None,2017-10-04,"The royal penis is clean your highness Thank 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 royalty When you hear it. The throne has been taken, so kiss this Nigga's earring. Luda throw some grapes on these bitches! 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 thang Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda By way of A-T-L; if you disagree Don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly It's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline It's Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines I'm fly, even when I get high I work cash And even got my coats bumped up to first class I'm boss to all employees - and I'm here to teach the principle Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of This shit man. Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get A 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't Hearin me. Man iii-iiiis this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris 'Cris, f'real man. FUCK YOU NIGGA, MAN FUCK YOU! Fuck you too! What you wanna do, scrawny nigga But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as SHIT I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury yer CLIQUE You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos And comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitos I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos With five strippers, four wives and three amigos I go scuba divin in Bays at Montego I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo I used to run numbers in line they called me BINGO Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled And I stay with more BULLETS than yo' Billboard singles Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applause He is definitely all f'real - yaseeI'msayin? Ha ha I be Fuckin with him all the time, yahhmean? I'm sayin, I used To just (?) now home come through he want filters a purple He want quarters a purple now. I want y'all to trip with it Man, I woulda sold him a Coupe (?) we coulda played with YaseewhatI'msayin? Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack See piece of the bigger trap look at that God be rollin on that Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know Shady Park you heard just don't go Quick 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 people I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go? Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak Tons of fun with guns Fuck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear Stop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare I'm 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 stackin In the back of the Cadillac and packin emergency action Camera, LIGHT LIGHTS, throwin a punch and then FIGHT FIGHT Packin a lunch and then BITE BITE, A-T-L stay TIGHT TIGHT I'm just tryin to save ya shorty. I'ma let you know It's real down heah. When you ride down that two-eighty-five And you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road Fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave; cause dat where dem Real niggas at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or (?) Boulder to shave! Cause dat where dem real niggas at. When you're goin down that Ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you get To the rich niggas daaang, cause dat where dem real niggas at! Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga",22,15,14,19,14,35,39,10,8,29,-0.9952
23,23,/songs/1117792,Ludacris,Conjure Commercial,https://genius.com/Ludacris-conjure-commercial-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1117792,None,2017-10-04,"(Oh oh oh) Load It, cock It, aim and shoot Load It, cock It, aim and shoot Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Oh) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot Some will die over oil Kill over land Charge you for taxes And blame Uncle Sam Read you your rights And charge you for nothing Now who's really gangsta and tell me who's frontin' Murder your sons, ravage your daughters Here overseas and across the waters Tanks and missiles Bombs and grenades Inject your land with guns and AIDS You betta' pray to the most high or who ever you praise 'Cause politicians can't help you they puppets to slaves Trying to get paid and you are too Whatcha gone do when the gun is pointed at you (like bank robbers) Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die) Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang) (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) (Oh) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Hey world) Get you a paper Turn on the news Ride through the hood I witness the blues How can you ignore it It's easy to spot it A trap house, a liquor store and your city's got it And my city's got it, and their city's got it This world is chaotic And love is symbolic So life don't get cherished So our babies perish, and your babies perish Now tell me who's careless Now who should I pray to What should I pray for You can't pay the preacher for your redemption I know where we're headed I already read it The good book done said it (like cowboys and Indians) (We just) Living like we bulletproof (Yeah) We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die, living) Living like we bulletproof We (we) bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang) (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) (Oh) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die, living) They say tomorrow's not promised today But today I promise if we don't make our own way Somebody'll take it from us Snatch it like rats to cheese So, lord help me please Cause I rather die on my feet than to live on my knees Living like I'm bulletproof cocking the Glock and aim n shoot My future's ever clear 180 proof So I open the bottle then swallow my pride and drink the pain away I take shots and just lay up then fade away Dreaming of betta' days Dreaming of betta' pay But we got our work cut out for us so we betta' pray Pray to uphold the weak, not for eternal sleep But if I die I pray the lord my soul to keep Living like we bulletproof (woo) We (we) bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang) (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (I say I load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We load it, cock it, aim and shoot) Living like we bulletproof We (we) bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang) (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) (Oh) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Oh lawd) Living like we bulletproof",112,11,85,129,17,130,35,95,88,18,-0.9909
24,24,/songs/29563,Ludacris,Contagious,https://genius.com/Ludacris-contagious-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29563,Theater of the Mind,2008-11-24," Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, ahhhh Sim-p-ly marvelous (That's what you are, that's what you are, that's what you are) More than outrageous (ooh ooh) That's what you are Beyond incredible, yeah yeah (That's what you are, that's what you are, that's what you are) Now that's contagious (ooh ooh) Ooooh that's what you are (hey) Luda! I must admit that you are truly somethin special So hop up in my vessel, let's wrestle like I'm The Rock (Rock) Deep in your ocean I'mma find your buried treasure So hop up on the dresser, throw your legs up to the top (top) Stretch it out like calisthenics Bet it that Luda wet it and get it and have somebody call the medic (medic!) My head is in the right direction My quarter's in your jukebox, girl you are my #1 selection I play you over and over, put your head on my shoulder Slide down and give me head in the Rover (Rover) And I'm a soldier, see it ain't no limits to the things we could do And I made this record for you So that we could break it down to the nitty-gritty one time And when it comes to the sexin I get busy with mine So you get busy with yours, I guess we destined to see Baby girl, you are destined to be Yeah, uhh Uh, so supernatural, wonderful and miraculous You got me buggin off yo' attractiveness like WHOA (whoa) So precise, so fine in yo' position That my unanimous decision is to never say no (no) You got me strung like a guitar Playin the sweetest melody is definitely heavenly by far (far) Further than the moon - and I never fake it But I take it when you get naked cause your body's like BOOM! (boom!) How could I resist it? I'll be there in an instant When you call like tornadoes you got me twisted I know you missed it, so I'mma give it good You'll go ballistic, because I give it hood Just like a nigga would, and like a nigga should If you hear screamin then Luda's up yo' neighborhood Good gracious, yeah I do it right And all night, you are Yeah, it's courageous how you drop the phone and rush over Crazy how you make me high when I'm sober Just when I thought, I've seen it all You put it down on meeeee It's contagious how your lips make me lose composure Addicted to the kisses, your blow got me swoll up There's only one, my champion That's what you are to meeee, yeah Ooooooh yeah - 2X w/ ad libs",4,13,4,8,11,8,23,4,9,9,0.9965
25,25,/songs/667203,Ludacris,Crib In My Closet (Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-crib-in-my-closet-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/667203,LudaVerses ,2015-01-02," How could anybody go against me? When my bitch’s ass is shaped like a lower case b And you know I got them M’s I ain’t ever sold a [?] Click my heals and my connect is the Wizard of O-Z’s I’m on e’erything, bitch I’m higher than a drone And your bitch is gettin’ tapped like there’s wires on her phone I put my settings on mute, you can still hear her screamin’ Had a orgy when I came it was a riot for my semen I’m a boss, I could never be nothin’ lesser Gimme brain, gimme brain, call me Nutty Professor Do your homework or find that ass in detention I call it domework, now that’s a head intervention Bitch keep your head down, I keep my head in the stars Make me the coach of San Diego, head nigga in charge I’m screamin’ “head’s up!” while they catchin’ these fly balls Fuck the world, Luda Bond, I nut and the sky falls",5,2,5,7,1,12,5,9,1,3,-0.9795
26,26,/songs/29571,Ludacris,Cry Babies (Oh No),https://genius.com/Ludacris-cry-babies-oh-no-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29571,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27," (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 (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 I got people scared as fuck like when condoms break Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight You frosted like a flake and Ludacris feels grrreat! Who want come face me, face come want who? And women give me face till they're face turns blue They can't breathe, dick to mouth recessatation A tight squeeze which stops the length to conversations I play stations, duck cops and lose agents I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck patients When I kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhyme My black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send flowers And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour (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 (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 You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both hands Delete your first steps, but I'll save the last dance I just bought some new guns my mama said ""it ain't worth it"" But I'm at the shooting range just cause practice makes perfect Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your tail feathers I got big balls, I'm a Sac King like Chris Webber Luda' will take you back to Duck Hunt and Double Dribble When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels My cars got big TVs and satellites I got a Wheel of Fortune cause I flipped O's like Vanna White And the survey 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 beef Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth (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 (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 I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptops And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble You see I'm from a small town called ""Fresh out a cop's ass"" Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed I smell puss from fifty yards Y'all not playin with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green I re-up with more chips than a vending machine Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and stickin' 'em And you'll be at home picking your boogers and flicking 'em A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteen So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies (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 (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 (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 (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",24,10,5,14,20,55,31,30,9,19,-0.9958
27,27,/songs/155527,Ludacris,Dancin' Dirty,https://genius.com/Ludacris-dancin-dirty-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/155527,#IDGAF,2013-05-24," Hey, leggo She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty She dancing dirty on the floor 'cause she know a nigga watching Dirty on the floor 'cause she know a nigga watching She with her friends, they model They popping ass like they popping bottles I'm with my niggas, we got dough So bend that ass for this cash on the floor, leggo Shake it, shake it like you mean it (yeah) You take another shot, me and your girl gon' double team it (hey!) She drop it to the floor like I ain't even never seen it And runnin' that dirty mouth like I ain't even tryna clean it So I, grab a cup, fill it to the brim Then hand you a nightcap and say, ""We goin' for a swim"" (hey!) Later on at the cribbo, hard as a armadillo She said she thinks she love me, so I told that bitch, ""Ditto"" Fetchin' these Georgia peaches then let 'em ride off they leashes They thinkin' I'm so facetious 'til I beat that pussy to pieces I'm checkin' they facial features, they shakin' like some sort of seizure And thinkin' I'm some sort of creature, ATLien, nice to meet ya, Luda She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty She dancing dirty on the floor 'cause she know a nigga watching Dirty on the floor 'cause she know a nigga watching She with her friends, they model They popping ass like they popping bottles I'm with my niggas, we got dough So bend that ass for this cash on the floor, leggo Throw it, throw it like you know it (ooh!) These girls be actin' shy but you just ain't afraid to show it (ha) I got all this money and I'm damn sure finna blow it 'Cause she asked me for a drink and I'm damn sure finna pour it I'ma, make it strong, she said she like it fruity In another 30 minutes, I'll be feelin' on her booty (oh!) An hour after that, I'll have her twisted like a cyclone Legs wrapped around me 'til she squeeze me like a python I call that slizzer, we both been gone off that liquor She let down all her defenses and yes, I give her the business With the quickness she came to her senses, while I'm tappin' and snappin' pictures Relentless but so persistent, now she said it's just Ludacris' (woo!) She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty She dancing dirty on the floor 'cause she know a nigga watching Dirty on the floor 'cause she know a nigga watching She with her friends, they model They popping ass like they popping bottles I'm with my niggas, we got dough So bend that ass for this cash on the floor, leggo Pop it, pop it like a stripper (stripper) Pop it like a soda can, pop it for a Snicker Pop it for these fast balls, throw it like a pitcher When the waitress yellin', ""Last call,"" drop it on a nigga, blaw The stealth bomber, flew her to Punta Cana (ayy) We sippin' on some coladas I'm takin' off her pyjamas She nasty with a nice persona, she bitin' me like piranha The modern day Jeffrey Dahmer, she must get it from her mama She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty (yeah) She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty (yeah) She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty (yeah) She dancing dirty, she dancing dirty (ooh) She dancing dirty on the floor 'cause she know a nigga watching Dirty on the floor 'cause she know a nigga watching She with her friends, they model (yeah) They popping ass like they popping bottles (woah, woah, woah) I'm with my niggas, we got dough (go, go) So bend that ass for this cash on the floor, leggo (yeah, yeah, girl)",13,7,46,14,13,56,21,5,11,13,-0.9983
28,28,/songs/29519,Ludacris,Diamond in the Back,https://genius.com/Ludacris-diamond-in-the-back-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29519,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-10-07,"Gangsta whitewalls, TV antennas in the back (the back, the back...) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) I wanna (diamond in the back) And I wanna (sunroof top) I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean) Diamond in the, diamond in the, diamond in the... It's hard growin' up lookin' at drug dealers wit' all this paper Wonderin' how I can get me some My family's strugglin', I'm buggin', sittin' on my porch So confused, chewin' on some bubblegum I was always taught to use my manners with the misses But please, stay away from the hoes and snitches And I was always reached for the sky, I dont know why Ima little bitty kid wit' a whole buncha gangsta wishes When I grow up, you just wait, Ima be so straight And everything's gonna be so marvelous No more borrowin' from the neighbors, no more haters No more blowin' Nintendo cartridges Ima have it made in the shade, Ima be so paid And my fam, get 'em off that payin' them bills Matta fact Im schemin' my way on up out this hood, I'll be good When I ditch these trainin' wheels I'm sick and tired of ridin' public transportation Been patient waitin' on my set of wheels I'm willin' to do what it takes, whatever the stakes In order to get myself some dollar bills It's too many holes in my socks, and I'm ready to box Anyone tellin' me I need better shoes And I ain't the only one trippin', or makin a fuss My older cousin need some cheddar too He thinkin' 'bout comin' up on the lick, to get it quick It involves that local corner store I overheard him say he knew who works there And whatever they do, dont let the owner know I hope he come back with enough to let me borrow some change At least for the summer And if he dont let me borrow nothin, but ask me what I want Ima tell him I wanna... Why can't I walk with a limp mama? won't be no drama For goodness sakes, Im just a kid Had to get my whoopin' in fo's, I was just a po' Like there no remorse for what I did Gotta learn the hard way, when runnin' them streets How some just creep, really just to eat a meal ""I coulda swore it was mine,"" what I used to tell the po-pos What I left to rob and steal Man, I gotta earn for a livin', ain't nobody givin' me nothin' Find somethin' I love to do Hmm, what about that pimpin'? It's good tippin' Tax free, and I know a lot of people that love to screw Yeah, it's just a way of the world, with boys and girls I'm adjustin' to my environment This government cheatin' us, so I'll cheat 'em back Why can't work feel like retirement? Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta...",6,16,6,7,16,17,30,8,4,13,0.8992
29,29,/songs/675210,Ludacris,Don't sell molly no mo' (Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-dont-sell-molly-no-mo-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/675210,None,2017-10-04," Yeah Ha, new year, new album coming soon, yes I got a lot more shit to say man... Reviews is out and Burning Bridges EP got 'em 5 stars So wake up if you sleepin', Luda got them 5 bars Every week you ain't never seen a nigga drivin' less than 5 cars Got money about of this world, bitch I'm tryna buy Mars I told NASA build a spaceship and just fill that shit with cake Pop that pussy on a hand stand but droppin' it out of space Strippers floatin' on the ceiling, they don't even need a pole Got 'em high up off that white, and I ain't even need a stove I'm cooking heat for the 2015 and got that new album seekin' (Ludaversal!) Pictures of me and my wife just got that internet geekin' I ain't reachin', I'm just tryna tell you niggas how it goes Welcome to my life as I explain it through my flows, here we go I started out at 16 gettin' paper, Made myself made millionnaire I ain't never gave a fuck about a hater They sayin' Why is Luda always talking about his duckings? [?] 'Cuz rappers tend to forget and I gotta remind these motherfuckas I'm a Boss, I'm a floss, I'm a talk about it every chance I get Top 5, dead or alive I'm a show you niggas every time I spit Y'all ain't never seen top flight nigga like me I be on my jet in a three piece suit, no mo long white Tee's I'm a hustler, I'm a true definition of a G When you children grow up, then gon' be like me So I'm livin' everyday and try to set the best example And everyone of your favorite rapper's fuckin' head is on my mantle bitch, Biaatch !",5,12,5,2,9,8,16,2,3,14,0.7008
30,30,/songs/59857,Ludacris,Do Sumthing Strange,https://genius.com/Ludacris-do-sumthing-strange-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/59857,1.21 Gigawatts: Back To the First Time,2011-11-15," Well, well What do you we have here Still getting pussy from the gift I gave her last year But it's a new day She want a MacBook So I showed her how the backseat of the 'Lac look She talking hand bags and Gucci slippers She served me like a waiter and all I can do is tip her Shit talking bout she need gas money You better hop up on that pole and shake that ass for me Ho stop acting all bougie Knowin you'll give it up fo churches chicken and a movie Big bucks I got em It's amazing what they'll do for a pair of them red bottoms, ahhhh! Yeeeeah She said she need some rent money I told her hop up on this dick for me She said she need to pay her car note Uhhhh well I need some daddy long stroke She asked me bout her phone bill I asked her to show me how that throat feel She said she need to pay tuition Well drop down to the floor and assume the fucken position ugh! Do sumthing strange For a lil piece change I told her, ooh ooh Jerome is in the house bitch Fuck the bed we bout to stay right in this couch bitch I told her if she hit it right Id buy that iPhone with 32 gigabytes But now you say you want an iPad Well get nekkid and bring yo ass over to my pad Need some help moving out your old place I need some help showing you my 'oh face' Now you need a back stage pass dog Well I need some back stage ass ho You ain't wid it? Well keep your stingy tail then But a little head will get yo hair and yo nails did Yeeeeah She said she need some rent money I told her hop up on this dick for me She said she need to pay her car note Uhhhh well I need some daddy long stroke She asked me bout her phone bill I asked her does yo (something) how that throat feel She said she need to pay tuition Well drop down to the floor and assume the fucken position ugh! Do sumthing strange For a lil piece change She super sexy so I treat her to my wing stop I'm trynna wet my dick and shoot off like a slingshot We run the game so my whole fucking team hot My top down in that same whip you dream bout I keep a pocket full of Franks, time to work my magic My section similar to a bank, better check the balance Spray the Chevrolet red, likes it's from Cincinnati Baby be giving me head, with superior talent I pay for that pussy like its a rent-a-car I ring the phone like 'baby oye ven aca'(baby come here) Take her to a spot she never been a lot Them niggas lossers, me and Luda in the winnin' slot Yeeeeah She said she need some rent money I told her hop up on this dick for me She said she need to pay her car note Uhhhh well I need some daddy long stroke She asked me bout her phone bill I asked her does yo (something) how that throat feel She said she need to pay tuition Well drop down to the floor and assume the fucken position ugh! Do sumthing strange For a lil piece change",19,19,5,13,17,19,26,9,7,18,-0.8963
31,31,/songs/29566,Ludacris,Do the Right Thang,https://genius.com/Ludacris-do-the-right-thang-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29566,Theater of the Mind,2008-11-24," Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hip hop nation, this is Spiz-ike Lee Been sleepin for too long, wake up.. Wake up - WAKE UUUUUUUUUUP! {*rooster crows*} WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP! {*rooster crows*} I see the sunshine GAZING through the window pane (yeah) Blazin like indo flame; it's to WAKE UP!! Come to yo' sense manye Snow is all around you, but you don't play in the winter games! Cartridges surround you, but you ain't playin Nintendo games! Load 'em up and fill 'em up, to the top before you cock and aim Tryna get from the bottom to the top like the stock exchange Shower, shit and shave and hit the corner for a block exchange Amazing what my people'll do for some pocket change But maybe this ain't the life that you chose (chose) This is the life where you stay strapped and pack a knife or end up with a blooded nose Street survivor or survivor of the streets! (streets!) And only the strong survive, there's no survival for the weak! (weak!) Catch a sneak peak of death if you ain't on ya Ps and Qs They carry banana clips and niggas'll peel you for ya shoes It's the blues, but not on Hill Street - you could call it ""kill or be killed"" street ""Lost a pint of blood, let it SPILL"" street STOP AND WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!! {*rooster crows*} WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!! {*rooster crows*} They say my folks'll do WHATEVER for the fortune and the fame And it'll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em) Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em) You say the only family that you got is in a gang And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em) Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em) I've been in his ear since we were drinkin beers Years we've spent together, used to break up get-togethers With a fight every night gettin' cheddar, movin white Our thang, so we had to ""Do it Right"" like Spike Holdin 40s, gettin green on acres, these broads were our mules That's when we used to serve in front of Com'wealth School Fuel for cars and jewels, chains and tools It was organized crime but we remained confused Mom in the pews, singin, ""Lord, protect 'em"" You might not a-gree with our views, but you had to respect 'em Diamonds in the rough, but were we reflectin A system that's aburpt, the streets under pressure One morning in the mirror, I seen my reflection A young man with good spirits but needed direction I guess my man's death was my resurrection Cause now I hear him sayin from heaven, ""Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!"" + (Common) They say my folks'll do WHATEVER for the fortune and the fame And it'll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin (Use your brain homie, do the right thang!) Lemme talk to 'em (Use your brain homie, do the right thang!) Lemme talk to 'em You say the only family that you got is in a gang And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin (Use your brain homie, do the right thang!) Lemme talk to 'em (Use your brain homie, do the right thang!) Lemme talk to 'em I woke up this morning and got a call My partner said he had news about a girl named Baby Doll She got four baby daddies; four kids by four different men And she just found out she's pregnant, I said, ""No, not again!"" Man, when she gonna learn she don't wanna spend her life in court? Lookin for back payments and fightin for that child supports Chasin checks, chasin her ounce of respect, chasin paper Chasin entertainers or rappers and ballplayers Not carin about a condom, I say, ""Help her Lord, PLEASE"" 'fore she stuck wit mo' babies or ends up fightin some di-SEASE You know that you a momma, and, mommas, we can't lose ya (no!) Treat yourself better; you carry seeds to the future (whoo!) And the future looks dim if we don't get ourselves together We gotta sacrifice, some do WHATEVER for the cheddar So make the right decisions 'til you ready to give birth And know that you the most precious gift we have on this earth Babies, stop and WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!! {*rooster crows*} WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!! {*rooster crows*} They say my folks'll do WHATEVER for the fortune and the fame And it'll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin Use your brain baby, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em) Use your brain baby, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em) You say you want a family but it's hard without a man And the only way to make it is to get him fo' his change, but I'm sayin Use your brain baby, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em) Use your brain baby, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em) Wake up, wake up.. It's a new day! C'mon brothers, wake up C'mon sisters, wake up ATL, wake up, wake up, baby Chi-Town, wake up wake up Brooklyn's in the house! Wake up, Brooklyn! Ludacris! Common Sense and ME, SPIKE LEE! {*echoes*} Always do the right thing.. I got it, I'm gone",13,24,8,19,32,27,67,13,18,31,0.9749
32,32,/songs/1006,Ludacris,Down in tha Dirty,https://genius.com/Ludacris-down-in-tha-dirty-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1006,None,2017-10-04," Down in the dirty south to be exact Gettin money gettin money is a well known fact Welcome to Atlanta, GA I hit heavy in the trunk so I say I'm heavy hittin' My car just got a Jheri curl the paint's still drippin' My whip so clean I turn lovers into haters Then I make 'em come around like curl activator There are none greater; I'm the freshest on the scene Rap gaming Jones I'm the freshest on the team But really I'm a coach spitting game to the players And I'm yellow with that purp like I came with the Lakers I'm out to get that paper, the mule and the acres I'm repping for the rich, red, monkey bathing apers So catch a contact like you inhaled Luda vapors Cause rapers get smoked like I rolled in some paper Put 'em in a ash tray throw away the roaches Move them out my pathway show them who's the dopest I bring home the bacon and protect it with the toasters Like the lens on your camera, fuck, boy I'm so focused! Welcome to Miami, FL 20 grand in the left Another 20 in the right Got my wallet in the back And that thing packed tight Credit cards don't need 'em All the birds won't feed 'em While I'm sitting at the table just me and family eatin' E-class on the cell; discussing another mill' Gucci Gucci bottle empty, daddy needs a refill Up in frevay I'm standing on the bar If it ain't a black truck it's a quarter million Maz' I'm in love with kush and Kate Fox If ya need anything hit the safe deposit box Outta town for a month Came home with a duffel that was one point something Getting brain and I love it Pimp, ask Khaled. Lobster salad Mobster acknowledge I'm popping in Dallas Pop collars I touch hoes like crep flow The game in a choke hold No I won't let go Welcome to Houston, TX Well I done said said it before But I guess it's best to repeat it Dirty south in the building With no losses we undefeated Anybody think they can beat it must be on sherm Got the streets on fire like raw scalps with a perm I'm big worm and that big body slayer Rip it open and you keep playing with my money Smoke it like I'm a joke I go for broke on the boulevard In the paint and have a bitch nigga sliced from his eyes to his tank You think I came at 225 pounds of trouble Can't find a triller nigga than me if you had the Hubble I been repping the dirty and I ain't finna to slow down So if you ain't with it get out the way it's about to go down You can get your issue like your ass subscribed And when we ride there's nowhere that your ass can hide Nigga try to come at me crooked like burners play craves Have you running up north like a runaway slave Played pussy your bluff even if it's your period The dirty south niggas take their money too serious nigga Thank you for coming. We hope you enjoyed your stay. And please, come again",14,9,7,7,10,25,20,8,10,16,0.9939
33,33,/songs/29545,Ludacris,Do Your Time,https://genius.com/Ludacris-do-your-time-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29545,Release Therapy,2007-02-12," You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility Inmate, state your name Darren This phone call may be monitered and recorded Press three if you accept the charges; if not, hang up To my cousin Darren Ransom, stay up homie To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through Do your time (Do your time) Don't let your time do you To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie To my cuz J.B., stay up homie If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through Do your time (Do your time) Don't let your time do you You lookin' at a man that would die for his daughter (yeah!) Just to let her breathe And I'd definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me (okay!) Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just to see what he's seen But then I'd take 'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream (woo!) I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it (uh-huh) But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shellshock Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks Look up in my mailbox (yeah), I get letters from my cuz And every week, said he wanna hit the streets But he never struck a deal 'cause his mouth will never squeal Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal Send some pictures of the fam' and nasty pics of Shawnna (okay!) And if you ever have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter (I gotchu!) Born in this way of livin and our youth was stuck To be safe, it's safe to say the justice system's fucked up If you doing 25 to life, stay up homie I got your money on ice, so, stay up homie If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through Do your time (Do your time) Don't let your time do you All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie And until you hit the bricks, stay up homie If you locked in the box keep makin' it through Do your time, don't let your time do you Until I went to jail, you couldn't tell me I ain't seen it all That box (a motherfucker!), it could stress a nigga bald Especially when you broke And home base ain't accepting your calls And you don't hear your name when it's mail time Got them damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on your hairline Fuckin' Sinequans'll have you stuck in that pill-line Your bitch missed the V-I this weekend The food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your celly feet stinkin' The canteen ran out of menthols Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers (eugh!) Niggas play the phone room reckless And get hit with new indictments Talking about old connects and new prices (ugh) Stress'll take a young nigga, give him an old face (or...) Stress'll take a dumb nigga, give him a new case That's shit I used to tell my walkie, Lil' Itchy All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, I know he miss me [Refrain: Beanie Sigel and (Ludacris)] To my man Lil' Neal (stay up homie) To my man Steve P (stay up homie) If you locked in the box keep makin' it through Do your time (Do your time) Don't let your time do you To my man Paul Selene (stay up homie) To Abdul McKeith (stay up homie) Until I see you in the streets, keep makin' it through Do your time (Do your time) Don't let your time do you Unh! if your people locked up, you need to send 'em some shit Cause it's never too late to stop being a bitch A magazine and some pictures is a nigga's whole world When I was down, them niggas fell off, so I'm ridin' with the girls Cause they got more heart than them fake-ass dudes Ain't send no letters, no books, and no money for no food 'Cause commissary is so very necessary It's so close to being slavery, in Texas, nigga, it's scary I reached out to C-Murder right before I came home And when them hoes let me go, I make sure that his books was on And three months later, that nigga came home too Ain't no limit to this shit cause now his dreams comin' true I'ma keep ridin with Bun cause UGK will never stop And I'ma stand up for my partners, steady let them off a lot (Yeah!) Biatch, and I'm as trill as you can be They scream ""Free Pimp C"" but now, see the pimp free (Here I go! C-Murder!) [Verse 4: C-Murder] Wake up, roll call, another day gone by Now put a 'X' on November 25 I'm still alive, open the death row balls (ch-chk) Now this dead man walkin', parkin' million dollar cars It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel (catch the feel) Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome Three hundred years left, my dawg ain't never comin' home (damn) One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost an eye (uh-huh) Almost died, in Camp Jay nigga, ride or cry (cry) Cream had suicide attempts, Precious took his own life White boys can't handle the pain at night (geah!) You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your ass took (shoes) And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook (pocketbook) You all in, bitch, sit down when you piss (haha) Sweet-ass, you a ho, watch, I'll blow you a kiss, mwah [Refrain: C-Murder and (Ludacris)] To my cousin Jimmy Watson (stay up homie) To my homeboy Mack (stay up homie) If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through Do your time (Do your time) Don't let your time do you [Refrain: Pimp C and (Ludacris)] To my nigga Pharaoh (stay up homie) To my nigga Z-Ro (stay up homie) If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through Do your time (Do your time) Don't let your time do you To the king Larry Hoover (stay up homie) To my partner Shan-O, you gotta (stay up homie) If you locked in the box, keep makin it through Do your time (Do your time) Don't let your time do you To the homeboy Shyne, stay up homie To my nigga Mystikal, stay up homie If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through Do your time (Do your time) Don't let your time do you",30,51,20,29,21,54,43,28,22,35,-0.9986
34,34,/songs/76015,Ludacris,Drinkin' N Drivin',https://genius.com/Ludacris-drinkin-n-drivin-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/76015,None,2017-10-04," On 285, on 285, I don't know where I'm goin' on 285, I drink when I drive I just love when I'm high, I don't know here I'm goin', on 285, on 285 (x2) I come equipped with 2 straps on my lap, move back, 45 tucked by my side Sip a little bit of this, sip that, drink up, I'm so drunk when I drive I'm wood grain, grippin' and tippin' on some 24's I puff the magic dragon and then blow smoke out of my nose I try to tell 'em ain't nothing changed, but the mileage on the range It's baby powder white, and I whip it like cocaine All up and down 285, and I'm goin around in circles man My partners call me Prince, cause they know I got that Purple Rain Burners along my waist belt, gotta pull up my pants like I'm Urkel, man My girlfriend said, ""You sure?"" I said, ""Bitch, I'm for certain, man!"" I'm hurtin' the game so bad, they can't keep up when I'm counting this scrilla My momma quit her job, cause I got her workin with six figures Yes, she's workin' with six figures, and niggas is workin' like some slaves She retired a little bit early, because her son is fuckin' paid And she ain't gotta do shit but be rich and stay alive And once an awhile just take her Lexus and drive on 285",6,2,4,5,4,8,10,4,0,4,0.9519
35,35,/songs/16913,Ludacris,DTP for Life,https://genius.com/Ludacris-dtp-for-life-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/16913,Disturbing tha Peace,2005-12-13," It's some real niggas here, it's some real niggas here It's some real, it's some real, it's some real niggas here It's some real niggas here, it's some real niggas here All the time we steady screamin' DTP for life! [Verse 1: I-20] It's clear who on top dawg, I guess I ain't supposed to count A 1/4 mill before the deal, my wife was spendin' most of that (yeah!) Niggas buy the bar out, thinkin' they could hang with us FUCK it Chaka, buy the club cause we brought some change with us But if my money wasn't straight, I'd go right back & rob a nigga I'm tryna get that Maybach & goin' back to maul the nigga! The Glock will scare most niggas, but some will try to act hard SK-32, call that shit my black card! & everybody want somethin' you can bet yo' life on it Some hoes will try to give you head, others put a price on it I-Dub, young dealer, know the name & take it down Extacy to cocaine, bag it up & break it down & yeah this might surprise you, you are being lied to FUCK if he real I need some shit that I can ride to Bang bang, shoot 'em up, nigga that's the motto here Livin' fo' today cause you might not see tomorrow here Repeat 2X [Lil' Fate talking in background] Tell 'em, tell 'em!!! Yeeah (yeeah), look [Verse 2: Lil' Fate] I ain't gotta try dawg, I can get gangsta too The ground'll be Blood red, your face'll be Crip blue Can of whoop-ass I'mma open soon as I spot you For talkin' all that bullshit off in them interviews We ain't gotta rob you, we gettin' money over here No album dropped, still shawty is a millionaire Put a price on your head if you wanna take it there Funeral, front row, mama cryin' +Right Thurr+ +Jackpot+ took shots and got dropped all because He was poppin' off at the mouth like a ho does Bitch you can't expose us, naw it ain't no love When you see us in the streets act like you don't know us Slim said, ""Don't let up!"" so I had to stay on him Just to set the record straight - this is Lil' Fate, homie Only use if you or don't know me to light up the streets Better watch your words when you talkin' 'bout Disturbing Tha Peace Repeat 2X Hailin' from Blacklanta Metropolis & hangin' on the block with us You don't need laser vision to see it ain't no FUCKIN' stoppin' us Keepin' a gang of niggas that be layin' down that murder game Get that ass flame broiled, you SWEAR we worked at Burger King Swervin' mane, up and down the block Rock, steady cops Heavy on the booty of that Chevy please BELIEVE ME! Sippin' on that 'Nac I'm ready to put a nigga on his belly or his back Cause we ain't goin' down EASY! & that's if we go down at all, I'm quick to throw down & brawl I'll punch a hater in his throat for talkin' nonsense (blah!) & we won't back down at all until you back down and fall So tell Osama DTP's about that bomb shit (blah!) We convicts like Akon & Young Jeez I can blow you off the map with two grips & one squeeze (aaahhh!) Just for walkin' on my turf you pay fees Or get a bullet to yo' teeth, tell these boys to say, ""CHEESE!!!"" Repeat 2X",22,20,12,19,10,28,31,15,19,26,-0.9984
36,36,/songs/29542,Ludacris,End of the Night,https://genius.com/Ludacris-end-of-the-night-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29542,Release Therapy,2006-09-26," Baby, I gotta, get you up out of Your clothes, your clothes, your clothes It's somethin about the way you move I just cain't let go, let go, let go Baby, youuuuu've got me open Baby, I just wanna make you mine By the end of the night, end of the night By the end of the niiiiight It's inevitable and incredible, listen, it's Luda! By the end of the night you gon' be wantin to marry a nigga Cause I make 'em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver Get 'em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillow Cut 'em up like Jason, just face it that boy Luda's a killer Half man, half gorilla, beatin all on my chest Pleasin all of your flesh, squeezin all on your breast Givin you reasons to rest, and ain't never say no to papi Wake 'em up like Folgers cause I fold 'em like origami Hey mami let's get it poppin' like Orville Redenbacher The way you move once you started nothin could ever stop ya Sweeter than Betty Crocker, and I'm ready to belly flop ya Just mention today but for now I forever gotcha (Whoo!) Verse two, it's like this Gotta get 'em up out of them clothes, if I throw a couple dollars then pose We could drink a couple bottles and go, and ride off in the Impala on vogues And Rolls, gold is all on my neck, all on my wrist So just let go of yo' ho, don't hog her to death, lend her to Chris Just for a little while for a little bit Just wanna see her smile and get the bigger fish She said that you had a little dick Now how in the hell can she benefit from somethin like that? I be up in that cat, make her put a hump in that back Black, I swing low and sweet chariot, meet me at the Marriott Key access, I'll be at the very top Don't hesitate to stop the elevator either I'll show you the ups and downs, you'll be my elevator diva All I need is a couple hours baby, for real Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Loius and Gucci Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy Rockin Republic, True Religions and Citizen's jeans Your Jimmy Choo's are so sexy but Giuseppe's is mean La Pearla lingerie, ya panties and bra matchin Put down your clothes and I'll put you UP on the latest fashions Cause with cameras and action, I'm a deadly assassin I love your clothes but what's underneath I love with a passion Gotta get you outta them clothes baby Somethin about the way you move I cannot let go, whoo! You know you got me open I just wanna make you mine, haha By the end of the night, you gon' be mine Luda! And Valentin' the dream + (Ludacris) Don't leave your girl round me (guard your women fellas) Said don't leave your girl round me (Disturbin' Tha Peace) Don't leave your girl round me (yeah, whoo!) True playa for real, for real, for real, for real Don't leave your girl round me Said don't leave your girl round me Don't leave your girl round me True playa for real, for real, for real, for real",6,8,7,8,15,20,41,13,12,29,0.9931
37,37,/songs/29514,Ludacris,Everybody Drunk,https://genius.com/Ludacris-everybody-drunk-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29514,Battle of the Sexes,2010-09-24,"[Intro/Hook: 8Ball sample] E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up Okay oh, okay now e'rybody with me drunk as FUCK, break it down and ""roll it up"" Yeah, e'rybody get they killers wit 'em, rep yo' side and throw it up Po' it up and it's goin down, light another blunt and it's goin 'round Puff puff pass, you could toast yo' glass, later we'll screw and slow it up If you make it fast I can make it last, and I'm a nigga that's makin cash Eight figures in the bank and I'll pull yo' rank, what you think wit your hatin ass? Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee - heh, you think you fly I know you not Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee - you tote yo' knife I tote my Glock Big body Cadillac, women in the back seat, speakers steady pumpin as I pass these losers Yo' car too small, I can't fit my women in a PT Cruiser Get your cake up, get your weight up, way up to the top 'til you can't go further These snitches is after my riches and yes I smell bloody murder When I cock back better drop that, can't block that lock that, fools better stop that Otherwise you could pop back, but after dumpin' a round you'll be wonderin where the cops at Where the cops at? Cause I'm drunk as FUCK, tell 'em I'm far from sober Cause if the po'-po' happen to pull me over - I'mma just tell 'em E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up (Ay Luda, you know niggas over here) E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up (over here kushed out, iced out nigga, G's Up nigga) E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up (it's Scrappy, O-K-K-KAY!) E'rybody with me, bitches lookin tipsy, goons posted up case a hater try to tempt me Pull out the roach, roll up the dough, money I'mma throw again holla at my folk All I need is a bitch right now, to blow me away then take me down I need another fuckin Conjure round, hot wing, Gucci, out to the lounge You might just see me but I can't dig deep nigga with gold teeth Nigga then O-D on VSOP, and if not now slowly but surely Shake 'em like LeBron, shoot 'em like Kobe, if they say chill I just pay the police In the club chillin with G-S-U-P, but after go down it's in D.T.P That's a rock, got you pissy and you dizzy, wanna hit me But not really, please don't mix me, I'm a boss, my dogs bite quickly If nobody's out here with me I'mma do this shit myself Smoke and drink off for my health like I don't need nobody else Scrap's so true to smokin crucial, swishin on swishas with Luda I'm, in the Playas Circle, this G shit you hoes ain't used ta I got my own kush pack and got my own liquor ""Ay what you call that?"" I call it Cleveland Now nigga! E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down - (roll it, roll it up) E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down (roll it, roll it up) E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break-break down and roll it, roll it"" E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down (roll it, roll it up) E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down - roll it, roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down (roll it, roll it up) E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down and roll it up E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down (roll it, roll it up) E'rybody with me drunk as fuck, break-break down and roll it, roll it",13,7,9,11,7,19,20,7,39,14,-0.9997
38,38,/songs/3356,Ludacris,Everybody Hates Chris,https://genius.com/Ludacris-everybody-hates-chris-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/3356,Theater of the Mind,2008-11-24,"{*audience cracks up and applauds*} 2010, that's right, we in the future: Atlanta, Georgia Millions of albums sold, millions of moneys rolled I see why +Everybody Hates Chris+ - YOU LIGHT-SKINNED BIATCH!! SING ALONG WITH MEEEEE... {Cannon...} Say, ""FUCK you, Luda!"" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!) Say, ""FUCK you, Luda!"" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!) Say, ""FUCK you, Luda!"" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!) Yeah, I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+ Hey! Okay now, this is for the Gs' and this is for the hustlers This is for the diamonds and the WATCH all clustered Spread 'em like mustard (yep!), canary yellow Now women in my face like ""HELLO!"" (Waddup!) Yea, I'm sort of a big deal (deal) These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel (wheel) This five course dinner is sort of a big meal (meal) This Bentley GT can make Luda disappear faster than David COPPERFIELD, mutha-FUCKA! ...Hahaha I'm talkin five star tellys, and Penthouse Suites Yea, I'm just a Playboy between Penthouse sheets (okay!) Hit the club and go and party with some Penthouse freaks (say what?) Party with Britney, Lindsay and Paris together Get in line and buyin bottles that's taller than Chris Webber And makin haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers Cause my ice gives 'em cold as if they under the weather (cool!) But my women keep me warmer than a POLO sweater - they better I guess that's why +Everybody Hates Chris+ Hey, now I stay fresh to death draped in gangsta fits (okay) Over twelve million sold, I drop gangsta hits (yes sir!) Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips You would swear I'm 'bout to get into some gangsta shit Oh no! Here comes trouble, my vision is skewed I can only see in doubles, two models, two bottles That'll pop like bubbles, and when I get home {Two...one...zero..} The girls' tops lift off like air space shuttles (Liftoff {*rocket flies*}) And I guess that's why +Everybody Hates Chris+ It's sixty seconds 'til BLAST off! My car got a face lift and took its mask off Tint so dark it look like I took the glass off The body was white for eight weeks befo' I finally decided to take its cast off (whoo!) Now it's blacker than a bottomless pit You talk shit you'll end up, wit bottomless lip (Blaow!) I hit a nigga so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit (Blaow!) Then I be with Bobby V. on that +Anonymous+ shit - you hear me? And I guess that's why Everybody Hates Chris Hey... (Let's go!) I go for BROKE like TLC The hottest nigga on the mic - yeah, I believe that's me (Me, bay-bay!) Now all the ladies wanna give a lil' T.L.C. (C'mon, girl) Cause Luda was set for LIFE after three LPs (Ching!) - Yep! Still counting, still climbing the charts And rappers still talking shit like they was rhyming in farts (Waddup?) I cross the finish line twice, they still trying to start (Nope!) But my infrared beam will make 'em shine in the dark (BLAOW!) And I guess that's why +Everybody Hates Chris+ I never did like this motherfucker.. The only rapper that, goes to the airport without a gun in his bag {*audience laughs*} What the fuck? You tryin to stay out of jail? How DARE you?! {*audience laughs*} He got six albums, what you tryin to fill up an iPod, nigga?! {*audience laughs*} Ludacris, onstage at the Oscars GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!! That nigga onstage at the Oscars I don't like it, I don't like it one motherfuckin bit Taking parts, from good actors {*audience laughs*} This motherfucker can't act Ah, Hustle & Flow - NIGGA, YOU PLAYED YOURSELF! {*audience cracks up and applauds*} Nigga...How DARE you?! {*appluads continues 'til the end of the song*}",23,23,15,17,15,31,29,14,18,17,-0.9857
39,39,/songs/1209446,Ludacris,Everybody Wit Me,https://genius.com/Ludacris-everybody-wit-me-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1209446,None,2017-10-04,"Ok now everybody with me drunk as f*ck Break it down and roll it up Everybody got they killas with em Rep yo' side and throw em up Pour it up and it's goin' down Light another blunt and it's goin' rough Puff Puff pass you can toast yo glass Later on we'll screw and slow it up If you make it fast I can make it last And I'm a nigga that's makin' cash 8 Figures in the bank and I'll pull yo rank What you think with your hatin' ass You think you fly I know you not You tote your knife I tote my Glock Big body cadillac women in the back seat Speakers steady pumpin' as I pass these losers Yo' car too small I can't fit my women in a PT cruiser Get ya cake up get ya weight up way up to the top Till you can't go further These snitches is after my riches and yes I smell bloody murder When I cock back better drop that Can't block that, lock that fools better stop that Otherwise you can pop back But after dumpin' a round you'll be wonderin' where the cops at? Where the cops at? Cause I'm drunk as f*ck Tell em I'm far from sober 'cause if the po po happen to pull me oooover I'm a just tell em...",4,4,5,6,3,7,6,3,5,7,-0.9631
40,40,/songs/29518,Ludacris,Eyebrows Down,https://genius.com/Ludacris-eyebrows-down-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29518,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-10-07," Yeah Gotta feel me on this one Ain't none of this shit happen overnight We talking about a long time coming motherfucker + (Tity Boi) It ain't clean on these streets(uh, uh) It's mean on these streets(yeah) Blocks up, hats down Fiends on these these streets (So please pay attention when you coming around Cause the blocks got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me) I'm still back for the first damn time So grab a hold of your seat while I OPEN YOUR MIND And take you back from when I dropped down from heaven And I came on my moms and I had a MIC as my fucking weapon When I was three I was just a little G But if you looked in my eyes you would see the future of a real MC And when i was nine I wrote my first ryhme Soon rapping became one of my favorite pasttimes Everywhere that I went spitting and dabbling Showing my ass growing up and started traveling From one city to the next luda landed in the ATL Where the pimps and the players dwell I made a tape did shows and got EX-PO-SURE And kept learning as my black ass got OLDER No matter what I just kept at my trade I made mistakes but still stayed sharper than a GINSUI BLADE X2 Age 14, my talent show, a beast out of cage Would have won, but got disqualified for JUMPING OFF STAGE But I didn't care cause this game started to open it's arms When I was at Banaker High School pulling fire alarms So I could get a crowd around me make a name for my BLOCK People told me keep flowing they didn't want me to STOP Back when big nose John was my human beatbox Skipped out on school hit open campus and look out for street COPS Now I'm known around the town as that ""Nigga who raps"" From the hill of Maze high to them G roll traps And I was still making demos perfecting the craft Some said I wouldn't make it they would giggle and laugh So I picked up a couple books from DONALD GOINES About the busimess of this shit and how to FLIP A FEW COINS By the age of eighteen I was destined to MAKE IT My bank account read DISTURBING THE PEACE INCORPORATED X2 Age 18, I'm struggling just to survive But I got a gig working for change at 97.5 Now I'm rapping on the radio increasing their NUMBERS Still Ludacris, but Alias was Chris LOVA, LOVA Late nights I'm in the studio using they tools Me and Poon was smoking weed and breaking all of they rtules And I was krunk, ALL THE BIG WIGS WAS HEARING MY SONGS But nobody did SHIT and they was taking too long Three years went past and I saved enough cash To make my own record company and put my self on BLAST The album was independent it was just for the streets I sold one thousand copies in my first fucking week Then went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand All the record companies biting, but I chose Def Jam The main reason that I made it and I love the A town Was because the BLOCK had it's EYEBROWS DOWN, ya heard me X2 Yah, Ive' been waiting a lifetime to get what the fuck I got It's real man Hardest working nigga in show business Believe that Shout out to Lil fate, I dub, Chaka Zulu Yah Woo The people's music I used to play some happy and some jealous Cause I'm showered with cash and they can't remove they umbrellas The people's music I used to play some happy and some jealous Cause I'm showered with cash and they can't remove they umbrellas Uh {*music fades*} You hear it raining don't ya You hear it rain",22,17,11,14,16,27,32,11,4,22,-0.9032
41,41,/songs/49414,Ludacris,F5 (Furiously Dangerous),https://genius.com/Ludacris-f5-furiously-dangerous-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/49414,Fast Five (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack),2011-04-25," We're so furiously dangerous Death by lyrical injection, I kill you rappers A lotta green with a yellow complexion Women call me the Green Bay Packer I pack the zero's, meaning mucho dinero So paid, rappers is waitin’ on trades And they all gettin' Knicked like Melo Hello, Luda Tell theses other boys double up Cause I got some work all on my waste but I call it a tummy tuck My every records jumpin', or playin' double dutch I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my moxy Animal, watch me if you think it's tangible, stop me But then I hit 'em with a flow that they can't even copy See we don't play that where I'm from it's like fantasy hockey Sup with the dog, thugs want a war Bad GM, what you want to trade slugs with him for While you cuffin 'em all, I'm stuffin' her jaw Then leave 'em for you to rebound Kevin Love on the boards Dog, you and your skill retard hard from of our squad I'll put you on a crash course in a Smartcar While I'm speedin' not relyin' on the brake pad In a car that you should only drive on a race track So the lines about your phantoms and your Maybach Are ghost tales of the phantom, face facts You ruined hip-hop Slaughterhouse will payback Get in shape and a tatt We done faded to black [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9""] I went from eatin' Top Ramen to bein' Top Rhymer, check full of commas No regrets except for the drama I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma My mind a long erection Now it's time you bow down and erect a monu-ment in my honor Cause bitch I'm bonker, plural In the whip with my Ivanka, pompous girls She on E, feelin' on me, singin' on-key While I'm bumpin', We Are the World Got her sniffin' Britney, no he didn't did he We run this town No he isn't Diddy I feel like tiltlin' the glass She take a sip with me She from the city of Jackson Call her Mississippi That was pretty witty Your man like a Black man tryna get re-elected He ain't gettin' diddley Stickin' it to the pedal, pedal to the floor Just whippin' it through the ghetto Metal in the door In case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy Referee mind state, I’m settlin' the score I don’t know what ya’ll hatin' for Wait, wait, know what, matter fact I don’t know what you’re waitin' for I ain't finna say nothin' Turn the bass up more til the speakers pop I get a kick outta that, like a sneaker spot See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears And his tongue in the air going na-na-na-nah-naaar Just when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar Everything I speak is hot Don't be mad at least everything you speak is I can’t think of nothing nice to say, you’re not nice okay Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur My shit fly like I'm launchin' manure Lord of the underground, God of the sewer On Hennessy Black, on Con-to-the-jure Yeah, I'm off the block This ain't work, homie I'm off the clock I'm a syllable Hannibal killer A cannibal with a mechanical mandible to deliver the flammable Ammo, lyrical animal off the top Rep that West til I walk with Pac We the 2.0 Boys, Tiz, Crook and Joe, Royce New Ghost Rolls Royce pulled off the lot Pop me the only way you could stop me I'm top seed, I clock green at mach speed So watch me if you haven't seen a phenomenon Spit fast as Lamborghini's and Ramadan I suggest you shut down Pack your 'ish and turn around Because tonight we run this town So let your feet swiftly hit the ground We too dangerous for the world",16,20,23,24,11,45,28,16,7,24,-0.9922
42,42,/songs/2915308,Ludacris,Face The Truth,https://genius.com/Ludacris-face-the-truth-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/2915308,None,2017-10-04," Yeah Can I ever really find a way to let go of you I been thinking about it every time that I'm in a booth Try to put together everything that we do Every step we take is away from the truth What's the point of a relationship If every other day we gotta save that shit It’s gotta be love, thought we found it Ship has been sinking we both have been drowning All the hatred that we been allowing All the alcohol that we been downing Afraid to commit but afraid to let go I'm alone I can feel all the demons surrounding Been a while since I recognized Who I see when I look in my eyes Trying to breathe but the more that I try More that I suffocate dying inside Tried to be different we both tried to listen I'm sorry that I had to leave you behind All of the bitching was causing division I had to let go I was losing my mind Locked in a prison got lost in the vision of somehow believing that we would be fine Made the decision to leave this position and put all my pain in the faith of divine (faith of divine, faith of divine) All we can take is one day at a time Be patient and open to seeing the signs Love is a war that you might not survive Happiness is what I hope you will find when you feeling the vibe and you meet the right guy Thought it was me, but it wasn't our time Still I’ll love you till the day that I die (day that I die, day that I die) Took it too fast but we were taking it slow Hang on tight or we can let it go We can surrender and just move on We can be stubborn because we are strong We can pretend that what we both know ain’t true I don’t mind it and neither do you Nothing to gain just something to prove We can try this love again or face the truth I wish I could stay here to be your protection Loving myself is what I been neglecting The most difficult part is the patience While taking in all of these changes I don't mean to be acting evasive I'm pretending I don't wanna face this I get sick to my stomach when I think about someone else touching you now I'm anxious All I got left is a picture of us All because we had broken the trust Been working on gaining it back for a year, but the spark has been missing it turned into dust Miss the high that I got from your touch Both of us felt an adrenaline rush Co-dependent treated you like a crutch My heart was stolen & brutally crushed Question is will I ever know What we we could have been if I let you go If I need to walk this path alone All on my own cause I need to grow Fuck, I'm sick of this Feeling like a mother fucking hypocrite Made a lot of mistakes I gotta live with it Find a way to let it go and be indifferent Quit talking (quit talking, quit talking) All we can take is one day at a time Be patient and open to seeing the signs Love is a war that you might not survive Happiness is what I hope you will find when you feeling the vibe and you meet the right guy Thought it was me, but it wasn't our time Still I’ll love you till the day that I die (day that I die, day that I die) Took it too fast but we were taking it slow Hang on tight or we can let it go We can surrender and just move on We can be stubborn because we are strong We can pretend that what we both know ain’t true I don’t mind it and neither do you Nothing to gain just something to prove We can try this love again or face the truth",13,28,12,26,26,44,46,27,7,26,-0.6746
43,43,/songs/16912,Ludacris,Family Affair,https://genius.com/Ludacris-family-affair-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/16912,Disturbing tha Peace,2005-12-13," Feel like niggas taking us as a joke Gotta show 'em who boss My team gotta eat You niggas be stupid and come with that beef shit you losin My squad is guerillas no questions don't like us then sue us A natural disaster I follow the footsteps of Luda It's my time to shine Don't need no co-signer I speak through my music I'm tighter Than any female in your camp, see I'm taking the title Think I don't see these snakes hatin on me Time to expose these chicks soundin like me Cheah! Lil' Fate, nigga G-Road, Southside You niggas can't compete, I do this in my sleep Dream about money, laying on million dollar sheets Look at my feet, Louis, Gucci To me Bathing Ape cheap, truly who he Thank he is lookin all fruity? Ghetto-ass nigga got some money and turned bougie Look at all them groupies, bopping, jocking Fuck that shit, Lil' Fate's a problem, and you can't stop him I got a buncha shit I got a buncha shit Buncha flows, buncha dough, me and a buncha hoes Drop some elbows on to ya, call 'em Dusty Rhodes I done bought alot of ice, I don't fuck with clothes I was a felon, you see me fail Now the truck so big I need CDL's Only child that's poverty stricken Project lifestyle, I will get rid of you nigga Quicker than a sack off in the trap Do it like the dons do it I'mma serve the next car that come through here We defeated the odds, my squad is the realest End up reaching the stars, they say the sky was the limit From the start to the finish the hardest that did it Anything different is not realistic, we're not listening This is now a intro of a click called DT Punch you in your shit folk, get wrong, silencer hit home Ugly when they hit home Tell them sucka niggas we from Southside we been on, we been on Now I'm the hood's best I dun travel the long road up on this rap quest Strap vest young'n, North Carolina accent Don't act amped, Mac 10 bring truth with its back stance Black bands on the money knots when I'm in the spot Posted whipping pigeons in the kitchen for them lemon drops I'll fix ya when I hit ya clip hit ya for your lemon pop Nowadays I ain't on the block pitching but I'm in the spot shifting For the top and the 6 is from the lot Oasis of this desert rap mirage hierarchy KN guns play for the your Suns like Barkley So don't bother me, we got choppers like west coast or Orange County Born with that norm about me They be high up like a balcony Inspiration get it out of me especially when they doubting me I'll never go back to the Bedford Drive way of living Cause I thrive on precision you're high off wisdom Yes I am a Christian, I make niggas listen How my intermission one time found it's way in prison Cause I don't act up, make you think You hear that loud beep on a Mack Truck, ya hear me? Yeeeah! Since I been wit a DTP, man everything just been better man Better whips, better chains, better grip in the bank Extra clips cause the young boy gun got better aim Young veteran, let me spell my name, S-M-A-L-L-W-O-R-L-D You will honor me, cover y'all niggas in dirt like pottery My influence on this earth's surface is certain 4.4 certain to blow You who it's curtains fo' when it's for Kurtis Blows This here for the world to know, we fixing to blow like Merlin's nose Twist chicks and curl they toes, then twist and twirl the dro They say roses are red so is the gold on my neck They say violets are blue and then my diamonds are too D.T.P., got me on the bubble like court top Since I met Luda I been playing diamond like shortstops Sportin' rocks whiter than caucasians Yellower than a coward tar hills in my red chain Bluer than Smurfette's face, see through like an X-Ray Thanks to Chak and Jeff lots of wealth Blocks and bells and stock and shares, I'm outta here Man, when it come to getting head I'm the local champ The only male that get licked more than a postage stamp It's a house in my garage, the car came with a green card If you're a peon that means it's Eu-ro-pean Punch lines bruise egos, rap Zab Judah Don't get *Furious 2 Fast* and *Crash* like Luda Get dashed on, Bobby Johnson that ass Got potatoes for haters, niggas want beef, they get mashed on You ain't know? Shawn mothafuckin' J, D.T.P FPI, every mothafuckin.. It's the verse that you been waiting on, from the nigga they be hating on 20 is the anchor every bitch is conversating on Your crib got square feet, too much for me to talk about You saving for your car note, my driveway's a parking lot Eastside OG, they hate it when a nigga leave I'm coming up in this world, you niggas dry heave This is my speed I been here from the first day Y'all niggas can't take our spot, y'all just valets Motherfuckin right. You betta understand it man, it's a Family Affair Disturbing Tha Peace. Ludacris on the microphone And as I told you before, we just getting started That's right. We don't die, we multiply, nigga So whoever want it, come on and get it Whatever you want, we could supply it That's right dammit Oh wait a second y'all thought I wasn't gonna rap on this motherfucker too? I'm the boss nigga, look... Motherfucker, I'm a monster in this game, I thought I told you before Fans so geeked up you think I sold them some blow They sold on the flow, this rap game I'm closin the do' 5 years in a motherfucking row, who want it? I got it Cuz my raps are chaotic, your face blue like Hypnotiq Cause I'm a multi-millionaire who still using Ebonics Or country grammar we gon' bananas in South Atlanta Jesus was a carpenter so we're proud about cocking them hammers. Nigga I'mma leave you with that, think about. Let's go...",32,32,21,23,20,60,56,23,14,38,0.9007
44,44,/songs/29554,Ludacris,Fatty Girl,https://genius.com/Ludacris-fatty-girl-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29554,Fubu - The Good Life Compilation,2003-07-01,"F is for all the Fatties wearin my shit! (Do you want me to..) uh, yeah, what? (Uhh, Trackmasters, FB, Entertainment) Yeah, this how we gon' do this (uhh, uhh, ooh!) Yo, girl you taste like a Cinnabun So sweet from the thighs to the cheek Sex on the beach, check the size of my meat; call me the butcher Ludacris King Ding-a-Ling sheet smusher Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher Nasty stuff - look up - I took her Ran out of liquor (time to re-up!) Here comes her nigga (who gives a fuck!) Rap fame and plat' thangs they can't hang I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop Take it to the floor back up and then drop Effervescent.. time time's of the essence Make 'em undress in less than three seconds So whores keep steppin whores keep slobbin Sex as a weapon, clothes that I slept in Streets keep mobbin, thieves keep robbin Get two in yoor butt, three to your noggin Creepin and crawlin, I'm incogneg' Can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league Let a dog breathe, watch a pimp walk Shut yo' ass up when you hear a pimp talk Friskier dreams, Krispier Kremes You lookin mighty fine in them jeans All you brothers want a, fatty girl, fatty girl Fatty girl - who me? You know I got a, fatty girl, fatty girl Fatty girl - what's she mean? Ever since I got a, fatty girl, fatty girl Fatty girl - fat as a bitch! Fatty girl, fatty girl Fatty girl.. Uhh.. uhh.. hot.. fire.. hot (Step up and represent player) International baller baby HEESHY! Young birds in the Coupe goin HEESHY! (Papi tell me if you don't feel me) Easy; I feel greasy when you squeeze me (Cut de blood claat talk and do what ya wan' please me) I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy, Cool J be Havin young ladies bustin like 380's Lubricated silencers, crushin all challengers Gats that be claimin they Glocks but really Dillingers Get it? Glock Dillinger, I'm big you small More nuts on your face than graffiti on the wall Hair like Brillo, cuttin up my pillow Got 'em sayin (hello!) naked in a tub of a Jello Still no competition, still flow nigga listen (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a Christian) Amen! It's like a scene out of Player's magazine Let them other cats holla, L'll make you scream Aiyyo welcome home Murray! Yo, this is in thought of those broads who got the goods To the chicks who don't - ehhhh it's still all good Some broads got an automatic thickness for eight You'll soon get it, just stay workin hard at it Goodness gracious, good God almighty You got a badonkadonk, girl don't hurt nobody! Toes all painted, feet all out It's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt Juicy chunky stanky funky Gut slappin ball slappin cater to your every fantasy You got your tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced (all that?) Necklace around yo' waist toe rings - girl do yo' thang! I mean, in them jeans yo shape is BEAUTIFUL! And I'm ""For You, By You"" like FUBU (bitch you know the name) Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary Girl you don't know what you do to me (lord have mercy!) Ain't no doubt about it, when she walk by Tongues hang out, eyes pop out the socket (BING!) Cats cringe and point like pssh Ummph you can see that thang from the front We gas those up like, full service And, keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis And when you shake it, you rock my world I done died and went to heaven, you got a fatty girl! - repeat to the end",13,18,29,15,18,41,38,25,13,22,0.9895
45,45,/songs/29512,Ludacris,Feelin' So Sexy,https://genius.com/Ludacris-feelin-so-sexy-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29512,Battle of the Sexes,2010-03-08,"{*phone rings twice*} Hello? Whassup? What's up baby? I need you right now What you doin? I'm all alone in my room, layin on my bed sheets Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy My body's so tight and I'm needin you to stretch me Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy (ha ha) Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy [Verse 1: Ludacris + (Shawnna)] Well I'm way over on the Southside cruisin in the 'llac But I'mma make it to yo' crib in 'bout fo' minutes flat Keep talkin how you're talkin baby, what you got on? (I got a blace lace bra, leather boots and a thong) Well I'll be there in a double Expect when I step through the door that it's 'bout to be some muh'fuckin trouble (Ooh, what you gon' do?) Sweat you out 'til you thirsty Pin your body to the ground and have you beggin for mercy Ooh, baby wait a minute, you in my head If I'm woke or if I'm dreamin I see you in my bed 'Til you makin me MMM, and you makin me YEAH Now hurry up and make it to me cause you makin me wet I'm drivin fast as I can baby hold it together Cause when I get you in my arms I'mma hold you forever Get you wet as Niagara Falls, a rebel with a cause I'll be breakin down the do' so tell me where you are I'm all alone in my room, layin on my bed sheets Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy My body's so tight and I'm needin you to stretch me Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy (ha ha) Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy [Verse 2: Ludacris + Shawnna] See, you got me eager as a beaver See this the type shit get you the keys to the Beamer or some cheese if you need it Cause you got that good-good; you love it how I beat it Like you stole it when you throw it cause we keep it hood-hood And I wish you would-would be my slave for the night We could turn the bedroom into my cave for the night I'll be yo' favorite delight And make me call you daddy while I'm takin the pipe You makin me bite after you push it too deep I need that type of lovin that'll put you to sleep I wish you could see Well I could see it if you want me to, we could get the camera We could roleplay, you the artist I'll be your manager You could be the nurse I'm the doc (doc fill me in) Play ""cops and robbers"" or ""cowboys and Indians"" In the end, let's say you won't know what hit ya Now I'm pullin in the driveway and comin to getcha! I'm all alone in my room, layin on my bed sheets Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy My body's so tight and I'm needin you to stretch me Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy (ha ha) Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy {*door opens and closes*} Hey baby What's up? Took you long enough Yeah, I'mma make it worth the wait though, lay down Yeah... {*moans*} Mm-hmm, yeah",9,9,4,9,11,15,16,4,4,10,0.9992
46,46,/songs/29576,Ludacris,Freaky Thangs,https://genius.com/Ludacris-freaky-thangs-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29576,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27," It's two a.m. in the morning and its uhh Light showers and you're probably hookin up with that girl That's been, two-wayin you all week Her baby daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around It's okay to check in that Motel 6 $59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass ho, yeah Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers--Magnum, I hope This is Faizon Love and uhh, I love hoes I just don't pay 'em Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up! Oh-whooooooo, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em I'm kinda hopin that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C So later on we'll be rollin' Drop tops, I'm hittin' yo' hot spots, I'm top notch My niggas never listen but I told 'em When I catch you at the game runnin game at the A.U.C Then later on we'd be bonin' Fat cats, I'm ready to tap that, so back that No wonder why you wakin' up swollen I'm feelin you Luda', smokin my buddha, coochie recruiter Comin at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash On the back and leave it drippin down the crack of her ass Call me Mr. Magilla-cutty, chasin' booty soft as silly putty Killa for money, still a thug get bump From slow pokin, to locomotion, hittin bunnies, for threesomes getcha buddy When I'm feelin scummy I love to cut Thick skin so, butter soft I'm rippin the buttons off yo' blouse Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' house Check the ratio of men to women and women to men when down south Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos, holla while they in yo' mouth So we love that c-c-c-c Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up! Oh-whooooooo, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Now I got the feelin' we can cut the hell out each other And I hope we be the same thang - freaks We can get the mattress goin 'eh-err, eh-err' Handlin' business while I bang bang - skeet Wash the dick off and kick off another session again I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen floor or the outdoors The pieces from the East is the shit And the flesh in the West is the best But Twista love them Chicago and South hoes Come up out yo' negligee, freak 'em on a regular day Cum six times, but it's seven today Ludacris in the back of your Cheverolet Ahh, ahh! What's my name? So magical I come and touch the game You motherfuckers really lust to gain Nothin' but hatin and a look of disgust Always a must, stay ""Adrenaline Rush"" Wonderin why they don't be bustin' the same I'm clutchin my thang Stuffin in it, strokin it down, beat the stuff up Uh-uh shorty, don't run from it She give me the booty I'm breakin' it off I can tell her style by the way that she walks Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels Pullin' rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag before I tap it I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that c-c-c-c Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up! Oh-whooooooo, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Bubble, bubble, bubbles is in the bathtub Makin' you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs It's killin me thinkin about the bottles that pop The models that swallow willin', up under my pillow stayin strapped up If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape So give me the rope you gettin' wrapped up Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I'm fresh and fruity Ya duty's to figure the booty's gettin slapped up I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head How I dip up in it we can make a video But I got the radio bumpin Jagged Edge by the bed When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy Come on and dip off through the hideout with Twist' But after we do what we gon' do get ya purse and get together Because now you gots to ride out, bitch Oh 'Cris, can you do it again, that's what they askin' me Hit skins, causin' catastrophes Get pinned, by me and my family Sip gin, fulfillin' your fantasies In your condition I'm wishin you'll take a lickin' And keep on tickin' from thicker thighs Finger lickin' never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes And you can tell she's a figure five, so we love that c-c-c-c Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up! Oh-whooooooo, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Cut up, gettin brains, in the Range We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs I like it when you let me try, anythang Cause girl I ain't got nothin but time Let a nigga get a little cut up girl Cut up, gettin brains, in the Range We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs I like it when you let me try, anythang Cause girl I ain't got nothin but time Let a nigga get a little cut up girl I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy Where the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty Can it be, Sheila E, Apollonia, Vanity, all mad at me? I'm the Prince dick of insanity I'm good lovin, body-rockin Knockin boots all night long, we not stoppin I don't care if the kids watchin I stir it like motherfuckin coffee and brown sugar Girls dem sugar World class lover, Kama sutra Porno music producer Tallywhacker is a rock hard stormtrooper With a purple helmet, made for crushin pink cookies Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies And fat women, because they need love too So go on big girl, whatchu gon' do?",28,24,20,12,27,48,49,15,16,17,0.9854
47,47,/songs/29543,Ludacris,Freedom of Preach,https://genius.com/Ludacris-freedom-of-preach-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29543,Release Therapy,2007-02-12," Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend) We gon' do another off in right now We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes And we gon' do one mo', right after that Yes, women you lookin' so very beautiful here today Some of you with the same thang on from the club last night The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away Oh Lord Jesus I wish you'd taketh away Sister Mary's wig Oh you disrespectin' the House of God with that thing It don't even look real; aww, it's testimony time Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears Go on and testify Lord, please forgive me for the mistakes I've made And thanks for keepin' my momma safe when she wrecked my Escalade See I could replace a Cadillac but I can't replace my momma I'm sorry for the hip-hop beefs, we sorry for the drama But you gotta understand us rappers ain't never had nothin And one's loss is another's gain so we gotta grab somethin Lord, got so many questions I need the answers to And sorry for the thangs I put my baby's mama through I feel that women are really the strongest human beings But why do you make 'em so emotional, and other minor things I guess it's your way of sayin' we gotta love 'em and gotta praise 'em Cause without 'em we'd be nothin', plus our kids they gotta raise 'em While we, out and about and seein' what life has to offer But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin' sense And I've been... Searchin' so long, I was lost in the clouds I'm tryna' stay strong, and make you proud It took me some time, but now I see That He resides, in me yeah, yeah Lord, forgive me for anytime a fan said I was bein' rude I'm only human, I'm not always in the best of moods But thanks for givin' the gift of rap to write my feelings down And sorry for cursin' sometimes but feelings make me shout 'em out Forgive the people that wanna blame everything on rap music If they didn't live it they can't relate or even adapt to it Forgive those who don't think I'm great and wanna see me go Forgive Oprah for editin' most my comments off her show Don't get me wrong, I know some people got a image to hold But those who criticize the youth might just be gettin' too old We still travellin' through life, findin' what's right or wrong I know some folks may not agree or even like this song But I'm just speakin' MY truth, cause I heard it sets you free And my conversation's with God, even though he speaks through me I'm smarter cause of my daughter, and I'm NOT too dense I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin' sense And I've been... I've been searchin' so long I admit that I've been lost in them clouds I'm just tryna' stay strong baby You know I'mma make you proud I know life is full of contradictions I'm tryna' become a better man Prayin' for redemption, each and every day (Hallelujah, as the choir sings) [Hook Two: sung by choir] Searchin' so long (so long) lost in the clouds (in the clouds) Tryin' to stay strong, and make you proud - make you proud! Took me some time (took me some time) now I see (oh now I see) He resides, in me (yeah) (Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest in the house tonight, came with some words of encouragement, Bishop Eddie Long) - repeat 2X, minus ad libs What you just heard is real life It's real life for you, it's real life for many It's about where you been, yet at the same time you Ay, you find yourself, in the midst of conflict and turmoil Yes I'm talkin' to you, in the midst of conflict and turmoil Cause you realize HEY - it's, time to change right now And in the middle of that I wanna say this The Bible says that when I was a child, I spoke as a child I understood as a child, I fought as a child Hey, but when I became a man I put away those, childish things Did you not know that your environment has shaped you? Where you were born, in the projects, in the ghettoes In the upper downtown, wherever it was The people around you, the things around you Cause you to do strange things because, you were seeking to learn But what you learned, was on the streets, and not in the book God called you a prophet When you open up your mouth, everything of God comes out And it commands attention, it commands change I'm talking about the power, that's inside of you And in the midst when you're, starting to understand That I caught the wrong message, and now it's time I'm hearing from God, what amazing experience, as you hear from God He said, ""Is there forth any man be in Christ, he is a new creation"" Old things are passed away, somebody needs to hear that and behold Everything becomes new, and when everything becomes new in you It's time to stop the killing I said it's time to stop the stealing It's time to stop disrespecting our women It's time for us to come home and raise our children It's time for us, to really mould our communities It's time for us, not to get hooked up in religion But to get hooked up in relationship, with God And the amazing thing about it Is wherever you find yourself right now, you can confess And you can tell God ""I'm sorry; I had the wrong cue, I was doing the wrong thing I was going after things that I thought were right, but it wasn't right And now that I'm getting it right, I'm asking you to forgive me And I may have done the things, that they said I did But I'm not, who they say I am; I am who you made me to be And I'm changing in that, and it takes a few moments But every time I fall down, I'll get right back up And every time I make a wrong turn, I'll get myself back in line Because I recognize, I have been called, for such a time as this!"" You can't resist the change And you're not condemned by your yesterday If you can grab hold of your now, and move in your destiny Move, change, and be, now! [Hook Three: sung by choir] Searchin' so long, lost in the clouds Tryin' to stay strong, and make you proud - make you proud! Took me some time (took me some time) now I see He resides (He resides) in me (in me yeah)",15,55,14,26,44,42,82,18,9,47,0.9991
48,48,/songs/29499,Ludacris,Game Got Switched,https://genius.com/Ludacris-game-got-switched-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29499,Incognegro,2000-05-16," I hate it when it's too many niggas, not enough hoes Too many rookies, not enough pros The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch Too many niggas, not enough hoes Too many rookies, not enough pros The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical fool We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels No holds barred but obey the block rules Cock tools put chlorine in record pools Are there anyone like ya (hell naw) I treat humans like students (fail y'all) So turn ya books to page 69 and start suckin' When Organized drop the tracks then start duckin' When Ludacris get in the bed, start fuckin; (You wanna be startin' some'n) Get out the booth And lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down do's 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 skinned nigga turn red but get green Inhale some of that 'dro but blow steam Love a combination, big ass and tight jeans 'Cause it's too many niggas, not enough hoes Too many rookies, not enough pros The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch Too many niggas, not enough hoes Too many rookies, not enough pros The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch (Boy, you done lost yo' mind) No, I've lost my virginity And I shot click like that fool 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 choked 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 And watch for imposters that's been in the game We invented the game and y'all just got hip (Man, what's that smell) Probably your upper lip 'Cause I love to walk around like my shit don't stank Even if it's cigars and that purple color dank Chillin' in the gump with no trace of Tom Hanks So put this in yo' jaw like weiners and beef franks 'Cause it's too many niggas, not enough hoes Too many rookies, not enough pros The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch Too many niggas, not enough hoes Too many rookies, not enough pros The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch I put too much sugar in my Kool-Aid And party like a kid with a high top fade Arrive to a show and I like to get paid Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats I'm on the right page but what's my format? I wave to the ocean 'cause I'm where shores at And women go nuts just like my bozack Did you know that? Man, I'm the gift of change Electric stoves so give me the keys to the Range Shagadelic, beautiful but strange Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flames Rearrange, same broad different night Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right The bomb threaten dude that's on yo same flight The highlight's that I live a high ass life 'Cause it's too many niggas, not enough hoes Too many rookies, not enough pros The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch Too many niggas, not enough hoes Too many rookies, not enough pros The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch 'Cause it's too many niggas, not enough hoes Too many rookies, not enough pros The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch Too many niggas, not enough hoes Too many rookies, not enough pros The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch",33,16,31,23,14,56,24,20,9,16,-0.9995
49,49,/songs/16911,Ludacris,Georgia,https://genius.com/Ludacris-georgia-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/16911,Disturbing tha Peace,2005-10-09,"""Georgia"" ""Georgia!"" ""Georgia"" ""Georgia!"" We on the grind in (""Georgia!"") All the time.... It ain't nothin' on my mind but (""Georgia"") We ain't playin' witcha Country names, country slang, fiends at the liquor sto' Black cruisin', craps shootin', 50 on the 10 to 4 Overcast, the forecast, shows clouds from plenty dro And we read for war in the state of (""Georgia"") YEAH! Dirty words, dirty birds, it's MEAN in the Dirty South If you ever disrespect it, then we'll CLEAN out ya dirty mouth Bulldogs clockin, these lookout boys is hawkin' You gotta be brave in the state of (""Georgia"") I got five Georgia homes, where I rest my Georgia bones Come anywhere on my land, and I'll aim at ya Georgia Dome If you get into an altercation, just hop on ya mobile phone And tell somebody you need HELP in the middle of (""Georgia"") We some +ATL Thrashers+, scope ya punk and then smash ya We'll come through ya hood worse than a tsunami disaster Don't know who they gonna get, or who them robbers gonna hit That's why I keep my +Georgia Tech+ in the state of (""Georgia"") We on the grind in (""Georgia!"") All the time.... It ain't nothin' on my mind but (""Georgia"") We ain't playin' witcha I'm from the home of neckbones, black eyed peas, turnip, and collard greens We the children of the corn, dirter than Bob Marley's PeePee GA, the Peach State, where we stay My small city is called Albany (""Georgia"") (Hahaha) Pecan Country, like catfish wit' grits Candy yams and chitllins', Grandma's home made baked biscuits The land of classical Caprices and Impalas, and super sports Indgredients in this Peach cobbler called (""Georgia"") I love the women in LA and the shoppin' stores in NEW YORK! The beaches in M.I.A.; But ain't nothin' like that GA, red clay Look on ya map, we right above Florida, Nex to 'Bama Under that Carolina to Tennessee, you'll see (""Georgia"") Where Gladys Knight took the ""Midnight Train"", The birthplace of Martin Luther King With ass so plump, lips so thick, With 'Llac trucks sittin' on 26s Know where you goin' or you'll get lost, Found in these plumb trees in the south Choppers'll tomahawk your top, down here in (""Georgia"") We on the grind in (""Georgia!"") All the time.... It ain't nothin' on my mind but (""Georgia"") We ain't playin' witcha Now I was born in the 'Bany on the bottom of the map; with a wet paint Chip chin on Pirellis, And chrome on the chevy's, When I'm choppin' in the trap Country as hell, they some warriors, tote somethin' spray somethin' The same shape as Florida; Lookin' for me boy You'll find me down in Dougherty County in a small city called Albany (""Georgia"") Where they used to call us some Bamas, and now they Jockin the grammar; Watch your mouth unless you offer some manner But ya hustlers wasn't on ever corner like the Waffle House in Atlanta R.I.P Camoflauge out in Savannah (""Georgia"") Now you might come from vacation, leave on probation, Home of the strip club Known for the thick girls, Where the tricks put tips in the tip cup For the thick chick in the thong wit the big butt, Wanna get love Won't be cheap, long money like Peachtree Man she take it off like Freaknik down here in (""Georgia"") When you see them confederate flags, you know what is Yo folks picked cotton here, that's why we call it the field I got a Chevrolet on twenty - sixes; I'm from GA, GA (""Georgia"") [Hook 2X: Field Mob & Ludacris] We on the grind in (""Georgia!"") All the time.... It ain't nothin' on my mind but (""Georgia"") We ain't playin' witcha ""Georgia"" ""Georgia!"" ""Georgia"" ""Georgia!"" ""Georgia!!!""",15,16,13,12,11,35,28,12,7,15,-0.3225
50,50,/songs/29535,Ludacris,Get Back,https://genius.com/Ludacris-get-back-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29535,The Red Light District,2004-11-09," Heads up! Heads up! Here's another one! And a - and another one OOHHHHHHHH!!! 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 motherfucker, you don't know me like that! (Get back motherfucker 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!!) 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!! 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 motherfucker, you don't know me like that! (Get back motherfucker 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!!) I came (I came) I saw (I saw) I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (in the jaw) I came (I came) I saw (I saw) I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (in the jaw) I came (I came) I saw (I saw) I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (in the jaw) I came (I came) I saw (I saw) I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (in the jaw) See I caught 'em wit a right hook, caught 'em wit a jab Caught 'em wit an uppercut, kicked 'em in his ass Sent him on his way cause I ain't for that talk! No trips to the county, I ain't for that walk! We split like two pins at the end of a lane We'll knock out your spotlight and put an end to your vain Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo chain Then put the booty of a Swisha at the end of a flame 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 motherfucker, you don't know me like that! (Get back motherfucker 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!!) HEY! You want what wit me?! I'm a tell you one time, don't FUCK wit me! GET DOWN! Cause I ain't got nothing to lose I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you! You want what wit me?! I'm a tell you one time, don't FUCK wit me! GET DOWN! Cause I ain't got nothing to lose And I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you! Man! Cause I don't wanna do that I want to have a good time and enjoy my Jack Sit back and watch the women get drunk as hell So I can wake up in the morning wit a story to tell I know it's been a lil while since I been out the house! But now I'm here, you wanna stand around running your mouth?! I can't hear nothing you saying or spitting, so wassup! Can't you see we in the club?! Man shut the fuck up!! 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 motherfucker, you don't know me like that! (Get back motherfucker 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!!) Ah! We in the Red Light District!! Ah! We in the Red Light District!! WHOO!! We in the Red Light District!! Ah! We in the Red Light District!! WHOO!! We in the Red Light District!! WHOO!! The Red Light District!! WHOO!! The Red Light District!! Ah, we in The Red Light District",16,8,10,9,4,18,39,7,6,28,-0.9994
51,51,/songs/730615,Ludacris,Get Lit,https://genius.com/Ludacris-get-lit-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/730615,Ludaversal,2015-03-31," When the liquor get up in me When the liquor get up in me When the liquor get up in me When the liquor get up in me I'm a motherfuckin' beast (When the liquor get up in me) Tell these niggas clear the streets (When the liquor get up in me) I'll be all up in my zone (When the liquor get up in me) I ain't never going home (When the liquor get up in me) Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) AHH SHIT Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) AHH SHIT Ima drink until i'm drunk (drunk), smoke until i'm high (high) Hustle till i ball (ball), get money till i die (die) These haters want my paper and the snakes is out to get me So when i leave this bitch i'm taking everything with me With my wrist glowing and my fist throwing And my Lamborghini Aventador sneak it on the block Been going and i been flowing i gotta say that Ludacris, a nigga never gonna stop Hanging with women that's loving them drugs Neighborhood call me the plug of the plug Poppin' a pill and then jump in the tub We buy out the bar, we buy out the club Got a black, AMX, I left home, no Visa Talk money, and my money, talk back, like Caesar Mix soda, with the syrup, we be leaning like the Tower of Pisa And if y'all don't fuck with us, then we don't fuck with y'all either I'm a motherfuckin' beast (When the liquor get up in me) Tell these niggas clear the streets (When the liquor get up in me) I'll be all up in my zone (When the liquor get up in me) I ain't never going home (When the liquor get up in me) Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) AHH SHIT Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) AHH SHIT I'm talking 1 shot, 2 shots, 3 shots, 4 How many shots to hit the motherfucking floor You sipping man, quit tripping man, stop acting like a ho Waitress said another round? I said you already know You see I started from nothing and made it up outta the hood Dollar and a dream and I made what I could Fifty to a hundred, then a hundred to a grand Then a grand to a milli, nigga really what's good Its wood in the whip the wood like a wood shop Neighbor's all think that I cook rocks No peace in the streets Really got me thinking ain't no such thing as a good cop My neck froze and my ice steel Flows, rappers just bite still Platinum plaques, three Grammy's I'd said I Made It like Mike Will With coupes all on that freeway Pockets on Gabby Sidibe Got cake and women blowing like everyday is my b-day We be getting mighty bold (When the liquor get up in her) She be sliding down that pole (When the liquor get up in her) She be shaking it for daddy (When the liquor get up in her) Getting freaky in the Caddy (When the liquor get up in her) Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) AHH SHIT Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) AHH SHIT She dragging a mink coat got PETA pissed its a pity A titans like Tennessee but she chiefing like Kansas City She love it when she get tipsy and strip to the core essentials With her legs sprawled out like the Air Jordan's symbols She be twenty thousand feet in my apartment in the sky Y'all hoes just drink and drive, my woman just drink and fly She a lady in the street ain't nothing fake about her booty She call me for special ops, I told her that's my Call of Duty She be getting mighty bold (When the liquor get up in her) She be sliding down that pole (When the liquor get up in her) She be shaking it for daddy (When the liquor get up in her) Getting freaky in the Caddy (When the liquor get up in her) Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) AHH SHIT Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) AHH SHIT",46,8,12,18,32,53,27,33,11,15,-0.846
52,52,/songs/29496,Ludacris,Get Off Me,https://genius.com/Ludacris-get-off-me-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29496,Incognegro,1999-05-16," What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what) I (I), I (I), I (I), I (I) Okay, come on, what What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what) Oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh) Get off me, but I'm on you all day Get off me, I don't think you wanna play Get off me, but I'm on you all day Get off me, I don't think you wanna play [Verse 1: Ludacris & Pastor Troy] You wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me 'Cause you way too dusty, and rusty, and musty You betta shop that make you pop up from lock up But you tell your folks to hold your jack up to back up (to back up) I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room It ain't nothin' Ayy, ayy, watch out, watch out, boom Call me the hit man, 'cause I make you wanna call time-out Then I make your mom cry out, when I take your whole spine out Then watch me take ya, and fake ya, and shake ya, and break ya And see you on home to your maker You should give up now for talkin' shit like that But then you nothing, you garbage you betta' watch ya' back Get off me, but I'm on you all day Get off me, I don't think you wanna play Get off me, but I'm on you all day Get off me, I don't think you wanna play [Verse 2: Pastro Troy & Ludacris] (Okay, okay, now) Now it's the Pastor, shook 'em, showin' my moves I'm in that 2000 excursion Ridin' on 22's, I hear da boom But booms just get me more crunk It's the DSGB forever Ridin' on pump I stunk, or did I say stunk, I meant stank (UN huh) I think I'll take it please, or in another coffee break You ain't, but you can pretend to be homey I'm stiff arming these busters just as soon they get on me Get off me, but I'm on you all day Get off me, I don't think you wanna play Get off me, but I'm on you all day Get off me, I don't think you wanna play Get off me, but I'm on you all day Get off me, I don't think you wanna play Get off me, but I'm on you all day Get off me, I don't think you wanna play",3,6,3,4,2,11,11,1,3,11,0.5263
53,53,/songs/29577,Ludacris,Get the Fuck Back,https://genius.com/Ludacris-get-the-fuck-back-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29577,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27," What the fuck's up? DTP in this muthafucka! And for all y'all that don't like it, do one thang, get the fuck back! Cause all my niggas iz ready Luda, 20, Fate, Shawnna Let's show these muthafuckas how we disturb the peace Get the fuck back, bitch! (shooting and screaming in the background) Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Fuck That! Get the fuck back! D-low make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight [Verse 1: I-20] Bronson, muthafucka, give me more than three feet DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way I'll push your wig back like finger weaves or bad toupee I lick a load of you niggas, leave kids in the hallways Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots) See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass I'm from the southside, College Park G Road, niggas gone Ride when the beef starts Don't hold back, let the heat spark One's through his vest, bust through his chest Sleepy hollows lay the niggas to rest, uh Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Shawnna make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town better love dat Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight What you know about projects, hoes, and murda Whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the Glock, nigga We pop bottles, bottles, right over you head, niggas Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg, niggas Our motto, motto, is kill 'em instead, niggas We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas [Verse 6: I-20] All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half But I use a full clip, cuz I'm a full fledged killa Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Fate make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight We them filthy niggas from the South, A-Town representas Strong armin' mafuckas, like a Russian sickle You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixed tapes Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mixtape You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood oze I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse Just keep on pissin' me off, like a weak kidney And you will find your family reading your obituary These people tryin' to scrub the red off Stains they don't get off They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin' head off I got a letter from the government, the other day They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay They on their way, three minutes to get the k Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and I'mma spray Fuck That! Get the fuck back! We make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Fuck That! Get the fuck back! We make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town better luh dat Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change",41,16,32,52,6,75,19,41,15,14,-0.9996
54,54,/songs/29541,Ludacris,Girls Gone Wild,https://genius.com/Ludacris-girls-gone-wild-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29541,Release Therapy,2006-09-26," 10, 9, 8, 7 6, 5, 4, 3 2, 1 (uhh) Never scared to be different The impossible's put into existence For in-stance, this is me What did you expect from the 5th LP Gone for a minute now I'm back again Back to back, back to break backs again Put 'em in the back seat of the 'Llac again And rip off the Magnum packagin What's happenin, I'm lookin for some girls gone willllld (gone willlld) I'm just tryin to make these girls all smilllle (all smilllle) And I'm gonna make 'em dance, so I Can see 'em shake they ass, then I'll Put 'em in a trance, 'til I Get 'em out them pants, then I'll Take 'em to a level that they mighta never been befo' We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo' you'll get hit below I got somebody I want you to get to know - ME! Fearless like Jack the Ripper Hip-Hop needs help so I'm back to flip her Flip and run 'em back cause I'm back to stick her And throw up on the track like it's full of li-QUOR! You're feelin kinda warm, like you was havin (sex) You're wetter than a storm, like you was takin (X) Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise So baby close your eyes, are you ready for what's (next?) You lookin at rap's most consistant Man, whatever they can't do, I can What they wanna be in the future, I am A hip-hop mogul's right where I stannnnd God damn I'm good! Stretchin out the limits of music, I should Do it like I know and how only I could Do it like a pro and how only I woullllld Still I'm lookin for some girls gone willllld (gone willlld) I'm just tryin to make these girls all smilllle (all smilllle) And I'm gonna pour Patron, 'til I Get 'em in the zone, then I'll Get 'em all alone, 'til I Make 'em wanna bone, then I'll Take 'em to a level that they mighta never been befo' We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo' you'll get hit below I got somebody I want you to get to know - ME! L-U to the D-A-C To the R-I-S and yeah that's me A gift to read minds, got E.S.P Hottest thing on the go since PSP's Wow, MC's I bake 'em Put me in a circle of homies and I'mma break 'em Mighta took your brain a minute to process Could take the whole game a minute to top this Just figured out that I'm ahead of my time With a flow so fast I'm ahead of my rhyme Your clock is off-beat, better set it to mine With a six-year run havin a hell of a time Cauuuuse I'm always lookin for some girls gone willllld (gone willlld) I'm just tryin to make these girls all smilllle (all smilllle) And I'm gonna get 'em high, 'til I Make 'em touch the sky, then I'll Make 'em wonder why, why Why am I so fly, cause I Take 'em to a level that they mighta never been befo' We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo' you'll get hit below I got somebody I want you to get to know - ME! A millionaire with extra paper If you haven't heard, go and ask a neighbor I'm like hot sauce with extra flavor So put it on your tongue for your mouth to SAVOR! ",13,14,3,4,9,14,26,4,7,13,0.9857
55,55,/songs/29575,Ludacris,Go 2 Sleep,https://genius.com/Ludacris-go-2-sleep-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29575,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27," [Ludacris, Infamous 2-0 and Three 6 Mafia (Ludacris solo)] Go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!) Go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!) If you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!) Maaan, I tell a ho to go to sleep (go to sleep) They turn around and frown, gotta make them six feet deep Cause we knock them unconscious with that nonsense Read in between that fine print, think about lyrical content Then about where your time spent Mess around get your guys hit; a-ten hut I send Three Six -- oh shee-ot, nigga what? If you're tired, you're tired; if you snooze, you lose But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or heal your wounds [Verse 2: Infamous 2-0] Nigga, I got shotties and semis -- I love 'dro and Henny 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 ho 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 motherfuckers gotta know the routine Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fucking doors I look for dividends - I ain't looking for you hoes You bitch can't comprehend; let me put one in your, bro Let me put one in you, bro, so you niggas can go to sleep So, lay down bitch; give me all that you dreamed for Gimve me fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boy It don't mean a thing, boy; for me that ain't gon' swing, boy Them god damn toys; do you know what I mean, boy? Now if you warring and running from the Three Six niggas This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga Or busting massive rounds from SK My last trip to A-T-L I fucked your cascade I'm stripping bitches and I'mma baller fucker with a limp They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red ho's pimp And quick to sink her on the nigga cause this what it's about We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fucking mouth We Memphis niggas North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mound Nigga we be smokin' life; never Ch-Ch-Charlie Brown Memphis niggas in this bitch; pockets full, ya know we bail Hooked up with my nigga 'Cris, then we head to A-T-L Playas wild, throwing 'bows, telling chickens, ""Fuck you ho!"" Nigga rollin' optimo, snorth that white shit up they nose Man, this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around Juicy J be high as fuck; catch me in the lost and found [Verse 6: Lil' Fate] Better use common sense, checkin me off a bitch I can still fuck End up get'n hisself and his clique wet up by tongue licks behind handcuffin a slut Bitch Im from G-row What, Southside niggas throw it up when its time to get buck Niggas in the back of the club posted up, waitin for a nigga thats new so they can tuck Ass in, ain't no askin, its no tolerance on bitch pro-tect-in' She wit me comments will only get you placed eternally restin' So abide by the code of the streets, If you got a bitch better keep her on a leash Cuz Lil' Fate’ll creep in ya home while ya gone have you comin back findin nut on ya sheets, Go to sleep ",21,8,24,20,11,45,22,17,9,9,-0.9992
56,56,/songs/29557,Ludacris,Gold Digger,https://genius.com/Ludacris-gold-digger-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29557,Shark Tale (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack),2004-09-21," Ow! Track-stars woo...hey... DTP Let's Go She's dangerous, super fast Better watch out she'll take ya cash She's a gold... digger (sho' is) She's a gold... digger (sho' is) Yeah, she's a money magnet, smell a dollar bill in ya clothes Gold digger style from her head to her toes You hear me sayin no don't mess with this dress She's out to get ya dough none more none less Shes lookin' for a prize, man you killin me Actin like you don't see the dollar signs in her eyes You wanna nail done, and I help, too Plus a diamond necklace, thats all on you You still can't see it, yeah you a sucka If you do it homeboy man I couldn't be it Hypnotized by her goodlooks? Yeah maybe, but a victim for a good crook? Nope not me! Consider yourself warned so you can stay Or you can stick to my rhyme and get the heck away! Either way, go figure, she's a gold digger Gettin' close as your bank roll grows bigger She's dangerous, super fast Better watch out she'll take ya cash She's a gold... digger (sho' is) She's a gold... digger (sho' is) You gotcha way with a beauty A treat with a brain When she look at you she only see ""ching-ching"" Be around your neck, reel around your arms A championship ring, she must be a bowla hard She turns on the leader, as soon as you need her Unless you bite the bait, you look mighty thico When money talks she ticks like F.B.I Ready to handcuff the right guy Look you in the eye, and tell a boldface lie Schemin on the way to money yo, well ya tried Guess its a game now, gotta watch who you trust like her because, its only out for your books, yes sir She's all about being paid At the end of everyday its a fine new grade What more can I say? But the wires up front Better watch out, she'll leave yah with insuffiant She's dangerous, super fast Better watch out she'll take ya cash She's a gold... digger (sho' is) She's a gold... digger (sho' is) She's seen fancy cars She's seen movie stars You better watch your back She'll be spending up your cheque Oh yeah. For the growin... just won't stop Will be rottin in your eyes She's a...Gold digga, gold digga, gold digga yeah She's dreaming Schemin on a way to get your dough She hit the lottery and now you hit the gold So where's her cash sack? Man, you just don't know Because you got got and thats for show Oh eyah she's a superstar chick But don't do it unless you got miles of risk Dhe's a pimpstress running more games than the olympics Aha uh uh huh - repeat 'til fade",14,23,4,19,16,16,36,4,8,24,0.9959
57,57,/songs/562658,Ludacris,Good Lovin',https://genius.com/Ludacris-good-lovin-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/562658,Ludaversal,2014-12-15," I keep dwellin' on the past, babe Know what I need, yeah 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 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"" 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 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 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 So I, dwelling on the past, all the moments on repeat, baby Playing empty songs when I'm blowing my high Feeding my heart to a lion called guilt on an empty bed On an empty bed Dwelling on the past, all the moments on repeat Playing empty songs when I'm blowing my high Feeding my heart to a lion called guilt on an empty bed While I lose my mind So you know what I need 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",7,11,5,13,14,22,29,13,11,23,-0.9463
58,58,/songs/1731189,Ludacris,Go To Sleep Ho,https://genius.com/Ludacris-go-to-sleep-ho-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1731189,None,2017-10-04,"Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet and go 2 sleep ho Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet and go 2 sleep ho Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet, and go 2 sleep ho Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep 'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that nonsense Read in between that fine print, think about lyrical content Then about where your time spent Mess around get your guys hit, a ten hut I send Three-Six ol' sheeyit, nigga what? If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or heal your wounds Nigga I got shotty's and semi's, I love 'dro and Henny 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 O, 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 Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet and go 2 sleep ho Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet and go 2 sleep ho Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet and go 2 sleep ho Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet and go 2 sleep ho Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors I look for dividends, I ain't lookin' for you hoes You bitch can't comprehend, let me put one in you bro Let me put one in you bro, so you niggas 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? Now if you warrin' and runnin' from them Three-Six niggas This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga Or bustin' massive 'round some S.K My last trip to ATL, I fucked yo' cascade I'm strippin' bitches and I'ma ball fucker with a limp They call me infer stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp And quick to sink her on the nigga 'cause this what it's 'bout We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth We Memphis niggas Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet and go 2 sleep ho Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet and go 2 sleep ho Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet and go 2 sleep ho Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet and go 2 sleep ho North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mouth Nigga we be smokin' life, never shut ya Charlie Brown Memphis niggas in this bitch, pockets full, ya know we bail Hooked up with my nigga 'Cris, then we head to ATL Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, ""Fuck you hoe!"" Nigga rollin' optimo, as long that white shit up they nose Mayne this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in the lost and found Better use common sense checkin' me out for bitch I can stand for And up, get ya self in this clique Without my tongue licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a slut Look, I'm from Gittero what? Southside niggas throw it up when it's time to get buck Niggas in the back of the club postin' up Waitin' for a nigga that's new to make it up Ass in, ain't no askin', it's no tolerance as long bitch check in She wit' me, comments will only get'chu basically eternally resting So abide by the call of the streets If ya got a bitch better keep her on a leash gonna creep in ya home while you gone Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet and go 2 sleep ho Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet and go 2 sleep ho Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet and go 2 sleep ho Go 2 sleep ho, go 2 sleep ho If you're tired, be quiet and go 2 sleep ho",18,8,17,16,11,49,36,30,10,9,-0.9995
59,59,/songs/1449535,Ludacris,Go To Sleep Hoe,https://genius.com/Ludacris-go-to-sleep-hoe-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1449535,None,2017-10-04,"Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Man, 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 nonsense Read in between that fine print, think about lyrical content Then about where your time spent Mess around get your guys hit, a ten hut I send three-six ol' sheeyit, nigga what? If ya tired, ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose But you won't wrap up ya bandages or hell you would 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 Tit, I'm off the rip I had this hoe who talked too much, I had to off the bitch 2-0, Mister Crayola, niggas know what I mean? 'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green And all you faggot-muthafuckas gotta know the routine Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors I look for dividends, I ain't lookin' for you hoes You bitch can't comprehend, let me put one in ya bro Let me put one in ya bro, so you niggas 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? Now if you warrin' and runnin' from them three-six niggas This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga Or bustin' massive 'round some S.K My last trip to A T L I fucked yo' cascade I'm strippin' bitches and I'ma ball fucker with a limp They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp And quick to sink her on the nigga 'cause this what it's 'bout We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth We Memphis niggas Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mound Nigga we be smokin' lite, never Cha Cha Charlie Brown Memphis niggas in this bitch, pockets full, ya know we bail Hooked up with my nigga 'Cris, then we head to A T L Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, ""Fuck you hoe"" Niggas rollin' optimo, snortin' that white shit up they nose Mayne this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in the lost and found Better use common sense checkin' me out for bitch I can stand for And up, get yaself in this clique Without my tongue licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a slut Look, I'm from Gittero what? Southside niggas throw it up when it's time to get buck Niggas in the back of the club postin' up Waitin' for a nigga that's new to make it up As in, ain't no askin'; it's no tolerance as long bitch check in She wit' me, comments will only get'chu basically eternally resting So abide by the code of the streets If ya got a bitch better keep her on a leash 'Cuz Lil' Fate gonna creep in ya home while you gone Have you comin' back findin' nut on yo' sheets Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep)",18,8,18,16,10,51,35,30,9,8,-0.9995
60,60,/songs/730164,Ludacris,Grass Is Always Greener,https://genius.com/Ludacris-grass-is-always-greener-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/730164,Ludaversal,2015-03-31, Yeah Did some movies and started missing this rap shit Back to rap and starting missing them movies Left these hoes to settle down with just one chick Get with one chick started missing them groupies Stop drinking for a year and I was all sober Next year I got drunk and did it all over Yesterday I quit smoking and swore I had enough Till I smelt it in the club and had to take a puff I got rich and learned life was a bitch Now everybody's after all of my ends (Get yo hand out my pocket!) When I was broke all love from my folks But nowadays I'm losing all of my friends let the story begin The grass is always greener on the other side Always searching for another high The grass is always greener on the other side Caterpillar to a butterfly The grass is always greener on the other side Always searching for another high The grass is always greener on the other side Caterpillar to a butterfly Bye bye butterfly Fly away Bye bye butterfly Fly away Yeah Start exercising and winning got me a six pack Was eating healthy and did away with the junk Then I got lazy and started to wanna kick back My six pack reverted back to a gut When I'm at the crib I'm mad I'm not at the club lit When I'm at the club I'm mad I'm not at the crib I used to be out partying every damn night Now sometimes I'd rather be with my kids I got checks gained a lot of respect now everywhere I go they holla my name (Luda!) But sometimes wish that I was disguised for peace of mind over fortune and fame Guess what I'm really saying is The grass is always greener on the other side Always searching for another high The grass is always greener on the other side Caterpillar to a butterfly The grass is always greener on the other side Always searching for another high The grass is always greener on the other side Caterpillar to a butterfly Bye bye butterfly Fly away Bye bye butterfly Fly away Yeah Last year got the Ferrari that I always wanted Drove it crazy got sick of it had to trade (Give me my Ac'!) All my fans convinced me to grow my hair back Grew it back then started missing my fade I got hits start trippin' I wasn't underground Got underground start trippin' I need hits (We outta here!) When you down and people give you the runaround But feels great to know who really gives a shit You cut the grass and the snakes will show And know your neighbor's fertilizer is fake (Don't let it fool ya!) We always searching for what we never had Always ignoring what's in front of our face We've been conditioned to think The grass is always greener on the other side Always searching for another high The grass is always greener on the other side Caterpillar to a butterfly The grass is always greener on the other side Always searching for another high The grass is always greener on the other side Caterpillar to a butterfly Bye bye butterfly Fly away Bye bye butterfly Fly away,11,21,11,10,7,25,11,12,3,11,0.9112
61,61,/songs/1067270,Ludacris,Greatest Hits (Skit),https://genius.com/Ludacris-greatest-hits-skit-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1067270,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27,"Better than College girls gone wild (woo hooo!) It?s more off the chain than late night with Miss Cleo ?Call me now for your free readin, who?se the father of the baby? Disturbing The Peace entertainment presents the Ludacris greatest Hits cd done by..... random white people ?Yeah yeah yeah c?mon what is it? give it to me now Give it to me now give it to me now give it to me now? ?And I want to, you make it so good I dont want to leave But I have to know what...what it your......fantasy? It?s random white people uncut and uncensored and Off beat as fuck ?...and the ballin ass brothers with the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don?t do the hoes when you get on the floor Drop them hoes shit.? You?ve never seen white people like this! You've never heard white people like this! ?You doing hoe activities with hoe tendencies Hoes are your friends hoes are your enemies. Speakin of hoes Why do you think you take a hoe to a hotel. Hotel everybody? It?s random white people doing Ludacris? greatest hits send all checks and Money orders To p.o box 9999 Atlanta GA 30303. It's Random White People on Deez Nuts Records, a division of Disturbing Tha Peace Entertainment",5,13,2,1,15,8,17,2,7,17,0.9416
62,62,/songs/3556,Ludacris,Grew Up A Screw Up,https://genius.com/Ludacris-grew-up-a-screw-up-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/3556,Release Therapy,2007-02-12,"[Hook: Notorious B.I.G. sample] ""I grew up a fucking screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fucking blew up"" [Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample repeated] Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that's a product of they environment Whether getting money legally or ILLEGALLY We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man! Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby Got introduced to the game, I ain't took a breath yet Let's go! Ever since I was an embryo, waiting to shape up and ship out Something in my brain said, ""Wake up and kick out!"" Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out Peace up, A-Town down and then I dipped out And oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out Somebody get him, the little nigga's out of control Put a little bit of rum in my bottle I'll dream about diamonds and gold Gold gold, to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent The essence of adolescence got my body feeling freshen Freshing freshing, and it was a blessing to rhyme and start rapping I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections Still the best but now I'm grown with more range than a Texan And I'm a heavyweight you niggas is lighter than my complexion Ayyyy Y'all already know what it is I'mma tell you nigga C.T., know what it is, 'bout 17-5 Homey fronted me a zip, shit I made it a bird That's seventeen and a half, all I need is the word Say the, ice is cool but them pots is hot You better cook slow but that money come fast I got what you need I hope you brought all the cash You know the kid pimping all over the world A hundred carats got me all over your girl YEAH, five bricks and my Gucci duffle bag A corporate thug, I run with a Playaz Circle I got a Field Mob that'll Disturb your Peace Blowing Sean Jay, all we do is smoke Finish counting my bread and I was getting some head What's up? I'mma be all the way real with this, look When I came into the game they ain't do nothing but doubt me Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nothing without me Picking up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that down I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys And five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpie's From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions From hanging on the block to throwing parties in the Hamptons From, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought a Plane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTA From dice on the curb to stacking up chips, but harder From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your Women dawg I went from ashy to classy Went from a, kiss on the cheek to doing the nasty Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playing your cards Boy! ",16,14,9,12,15,18,27,6,6,14,0.9835
63,63,/songs/463908,Ludacris,Grizzly,https://genius.com/Ludacris-grizzly-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/463908,None,2017-10-04," The world's spinnin' an I'm dizzy! (dizzy!) Don't be a bear be a grizzly! (grizzly!) The world's spinnin' an I'm dizzy! (dizzy!) Don't be a bear be a grizzly! (grizzly!) It's almost time.. Now if you gon slang then I hope you got dem pillars And if you gon bang then I hope that you a killa' And if you in the army, be the best you can be And if you down with my clique den you best be a G If you wanna run track then you better be the fastest Wanna be the champ? all opponents get they ass kicked If you wanna rap then you gotta kick flows Wanna be a real pimp then you gotta pimp hoes Stop fakin', stop frontin', hurry get up off yo ass As the clock keeps tickin' and another day pass We all in competition but who really want it most? So if you gonna drive fast put yo pedal to the flo The world's spinnin' an I'm dizzy! (dizzy!) Don't be a bear be a grizzly! (grizzly!) The world's spinnin' an I'm dizzy! (dizzy!) Don't be a bear be a grizzly! (grizzly!) If you wanna get rich you betta get up on yo grind And you better hurry up we ain't got that much time If you wanna be a baller be the MVP And if you wanna be on top you should envy me You wanna be the best teacher, know that you can get taught Wanna be the best thief, you betta never get caught If you fed up with the game, young playa, don't play But if you gon do something better do it all the way Stop fakin', stop frontin', hurry get up off yo ass As the clock keeps tickin' and another day pass We all in competition but who really want it most? So if you gonna drive fast put yo pedal to the flo The world's spinnin' an I'm dizzy! (dizzy!) Don't be a bear be a grizzly! (grizzly!) The world's spinnin' an I'm dizzy! (dizzy!) Don't be a bear be a grizzly! (grizzly!) Now make noise! Make noise! Make noise! Make noise! Put ya hands in the air and make noise! (make noise!) Make noise! Make noise! Make noise! Make noise! Put ya hands in the air and make noise! (make noise!) Cause we some soldiers (we some soldiers) We not sober (we not sober) N we gon party like its almost over (most over) Cause we some soldiers (we some soldiers) We not sober (we not sober) N we gon party like its almost over (most over) The world's spinnin' an I'm dizzy! (dizzy!) Don't be a bear be a grizzly! (grizzly!) The world's spinnin' an I'm dizzy! (dizzy!) Don't be a bear be a grizzly! (grizzly!) The world's spinnin' an I'm dizzy! (dizzy!) Don't be a bear be a grizzly! (grizzly!) The world's spinnin' an I'm dizzy! (dizzy!) Don't be a bear be a grizzly! (grizzly!)",18,15,3,33,3,60,22,6,5,17,0.9436
64,64,/songs/29578,Ludacris,Growing Pains,https://genius.com/Ludacris-growing-pains-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29578,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27," Okay, I remember the days High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades Troops, Lottos, and BKs, those was the days Hi-tec boots spray painted witcha names T-shirts airbrushed that read the same Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial Harris Photos, group shots, can you remember? Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5 When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed Just to reiterate dog those was the days Fo' the invasions of haters, man crews from all around Used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin Key Lo Rockin Damage, Cross Colour and Paco While playboys stepped in talent shows Prom night, tux and Kangol was so cool Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school) We were tryin so hard Hard to survive Cause even though we were young We had to stay strong No matter what we went through It was me and my crew And that's how it went When we were kids In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown Hamwood and Diplomats Played with Transformers, G.I. Joe's and Thundercats We was lovin' that Before they started jackin jacks For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through College Park after dark, Crown Victorias police unmarked cars Be aware, Wayne Williams was out there, but we ain't care Kids was gettin stabbed and ditched out there too busy playin Double dare ya touch shorty on the ass, that's a bet Want your Kool-Aid and sugar, smack your hands and say ""sweat"" It's mine now place it in my Louis Vuitton pouch Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch Slouch socks, box Chevy Caprice Hot Niss, cut da whole Disturbin' Tha Peace Wit no conscience, broke niggas call 'em non cents No comments, it's Lil' Fate payin homage to College Park We were tryin so hard Hard to survive Cause even though we were young We had to stay strong No matter what we went through It was me and my crew And that's how it went When we were kids I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back With two sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches And set fires in garbage pails and cabbage patches A child of the corn been wild since I was born Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn Shoes got muddy and my clique turned cruddy Wherever I go they went they my buddies I brush teeth, brush naps and calm streets Dreamin' of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for action Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys And be with the people makin all that got damn noise, man - repeat 2X",13,10,9,11,9,28,27,10,5,14,-0.989
65,65,/songs/29522,Ludacris,Hard Times,https://genius.com/Ludacris-hard-times-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29522,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-10-07," 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) 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 niggas 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 As this Valium slowly starts to kick in Them subconcious, subliminal thoughts, start tickin This whole world around me, diseased, and crumblin Babies doin dope cause daddy did it right in front of them Everybody wanna blame music for they bad kids Sittin up in the court talkin 'bout Eminem made me do what I did My own hard times rolled in like the fog Try to think of others, but I can't get past my own thoughts My momma, in 1967, pickin cotton While other blacks was gettin liberated, boycottin My old man was a player, ain't no hidin that He started tootin then he graduated to smokin crack I never saw him, never needed to see that muh'fucker He left me and my mother stuck down here in this fuckin gutter I tattoed it on my arm so I can't forget it It's in my mind and my heart so I'm forever with it A drum machine, the old fo'-track, and a pack of new tapes In the middle of, 1988, in a corner cafe We made beats, and hung with old heads, and stayed out late at night Do talent shows, fo'-way split the dough, that was our way of life My momma stayed, home full time so she could raise me Knowin without a, household father, things could get crazy Sometimes I listened, sometimes I thought I knew it all But nevertheless, momma was with me through it all I graduated out of nothin, not out of school, it was like 12, 13, 14 years I'm thinkin cool I might as well, be focusin on me tryin to get paid Usin these rhymes I've been writin since in the 7th grade Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage It was just like a piece of pussy It fucked me long as I stayed But still I prayed, Lord I'm tryin now please help me out the water It can't get no harder Help me to get back up and get my shit tomorrow - 2X",11,32,9,7,9,24,22,10,2,15,-0.4589
66,66,/songs/156101,Ludacris,Helluva Night,https://genius.com/Ludacris-helluva-night-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/156101,#IDGAF,2013-08-27," I feel fantastic! I wanna fuck something! (It's about to be a hell of a night) x3 Luda! Rollin' down the highway Nothin' for me to do but smoke up if it's a 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 Sip slow but I'm drivin' all in the fast lane Get the fuck up out my way, man, move bitch! And quit yappin' if you never wanna do shit I'm all about it, get your mind right Been makin' money since before I was in the limelight Grind right... Bitch what's uuup? Top down, but I feel like gettin' fucked uuuu-u-u-u-up I get high but the bass low A real nigga, what your woman wanna shake for When you shake it for a baller, better shake it right 'Cuz it's about to be a hell of a night It's about to be a hell of a night x4 I'm fucked up! (x4) I'm high as hell! (x4) It's about to be a hell of a night Club packed, and women gettin' they drink on Just looking for a reason to get they freak on Catch me up in the VIP and it's roped off (Why?) TO keep raggedy ass hoes off And I'm 'bout to have a smoke-off Rich nigga, but I'm trying to get broke off Turn it up as I make the beat break down Ass up... FACE DOWN! Yeah, that's still the best way to get it Down the middle, that's the best way to split it I'm talkin' money, Disturbing Tha Peace racked up One too many American black cards stacked uuuu-u-u-up Backed up and it's on Don't get beat down to the song I see these hatin' ass niggas wanna fight Well it's about to be a hell of a night I'm always looking for trouble to get into Tell your girlfriend's friends, bring friends too What you drinkin'? I got it, I pour it all up Southside, my partners they throw it all up I don't want a menage, so bitch, let go I'm tryin'a get three women, play Connect 4 Congratulations, you made it into the Top 5 Your mouth helped me push the Bentley into Mach 5 She got me speedin' in the red zone Or as Luda like to call it, it's the Head Zone Heads up! A bread winner, the bread's up So make a peace sign baby, put your legs up Is it really that good to ya? Do you like it when a nigga talk hood to ya? Do you like a lil' scratch, lil' bite? Well, it's about to be a hell of a night ",17,8,13,14,9,20,17,13,8,12,-0.9906
67,67,/songs/177247,Ludacris,He-Man,https://genius.com/Ludacris-he-man-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/177247,Pre-Release Therapy: The Truth Will Set You Free,2006-09-19,From the power bestowed upon me by the third coast Deep in the trenches of Atlanta where they learned most You never heard before flows this extra ordinary And if the burners blow foes is in the mortuary Here to prevent the destruction of this rap music Find a blank spot on my wall and put a plaque to it I'm in the class all by myself nobody's messing with me Feel free to ask about my wealth I got the weapons with me So come and get me I'm here Keep the semi-automatic near no need to fear I wipe out your windshield ‘til you see me clear I ruin careers so hide away your tears no shook ones here until you look inside the mirror Shift rap into second gear stood up and I volunteer now the industry's screaming but can you hear The ladies just cheer sometimes their lipstick will smear ‘cause in my line of work this He-man needs a She-Ra I've been appointed straight from the power of Grayskull Believe the master of the universe gets great skull I'm so ferocious chopping heads off with my battle axe Got many faces give them whiplash when I battle Zakk A diabolical technology like Skeletor But trained in the art of throwing you through the cellar door I'm checking off my enemies until I get them all With powerful beams that disperse from my Ludacris-tal balls Until the system falls their families will miss’em all kiss’em all goodbye and I try to warn all of ‘em I guess I really pissed ‘em off peel the cap and twist them off if you got homies then call all of ‘em These bombs are ticking them off fans are ripping them off your CDs ain’t purchased people just borrow ‘em And me I'm dismissing them all really insisting they all quit and hurry up before tomorrow comes! I've been unleashed from the belly of the beast man Let's have a feast I'll put the toast up to your teeth man With a flick of my wrist switches I'll activate Turbo packs which insure me that your back’ll break As Mekaneck neck extends straight up and bends You'd be wishing you wore Depends and called a couple friends I’ll conjure potions that surge power from my finger tips Don’t get the notion I can give some middle finger tips It’s just a gift from me to you and there's no telling what we would do I keep the crew close by and their ready to clap clap I keep the beef in the stew till they look like Winnie the Pooh If you have no clue then I recommend that you get back back See I'm only keeping it true that’s what real players will do And I'll let the hollow just spew you'd be under attack tack And then I'll bid you ado and probably send you a few flowers to your funeral no way to snapback A place where sorcery science and magic intertwine And where mysterious forces maintain the streets is mine With special automatic armor that contains gadgets No one can get to my level I think the game’s had it I can transform bionic appendages Challenge your thoughts with these metaphors and synonyms I shoot game through the sky at amazing speeds Helping the industry curve at the time of need,16,20,6,22,15,23,30,8,12,20,0.8104
68,68,/songs/29509,Ludacris,Hey Ho,https://genius.com/Ludacris-hey-ho-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29509,Battle of the Sexes,2010-03-08," If men sleep around we some playas but for women they be sayin Hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho They be sayin' hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho They be sayin' hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho If men sleep around, we some playas, but for women they be sayin' Hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho They be sayin' hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho They be sayin' hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho If men sleep around, we some playas, but for women they be sayin' Now I been ridin up in my Bentley coupe, stuntin with the top down Fo' 24-inch rims so heavy they hold the block down 24 karat necklace so heavy it hurt my neck Three things you can't take away from me - money, power and respect I got it and hold onto it, you knew that I never let it GO! You prostitute it, but money I never let it HO! Speakin of hoes, oh yes we meet 'em and we G 'em dude And we may see 'em but we wouldn't wanna be 'em dude I put my fist UP, I got the power girl I wash my nuts off, go take a shower girl It's been a hour girl, it's time to GO And if my neighbor see you while you walkin out my do' Hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho They be sayin' hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho They be sayin' hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho If men sleep around, we some playas, but for women they be sayin' Hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho They be sayin' hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho They be sayin' hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho If men sleep around, we some playas, but for women they be sayin' [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] Nowww, can't nobody do it like Kim, only woman that can do it like men VVS's be them gems - ho, now count that! My-my-my money comin in, bendin them corners on them rims Gold-plated checkbook, tell me how do ya bounce that? I, bounce into position like I invented the Kama Sutra But money make me cum, go and ask Luda! And women cheat better than men, we don't disturb 'em My motto is ""What they don't know won't hurt 'em"" We just do it like you do, see the roles done switched If I'm a ho, you's a ho, if I'm a bitch, you's a bitch Know that I'mma stay rich so fellas do what ya do Cause y'all don't fuck us, niggas we fuck you! + (Lil' Kim) HEY HO! (Now we sayin) HEY HO! (Now we sayin) HEY HO! (Now we sayin) HEY HO! (Now we sayin) HEY HO! (Now we sayin) HEY HO! If men sleep around we some playas but for women they be sayin HEY HO! (But now we sayin) HEY HO! (But now we sayin) HEY HO! (But now we sayin) HEY HO! (But now we sayin) HEY HO! (But now we sayin) HEY HO! If men sleep around we some playas but for women they be sayin [Verse 3: Lil' Fate] She likes the night lights, bright lights, big spendin Lil' Fate been big pimpin pimpin So don't be mad at my raps and try and look at me funny Cause you know that most you ladies tradin sex for money So if you comin out the pocket then you might get laid That's how the rent, car note and cell phone get paid I bet the snakes all show, once you cut that grass And I'm a pimp, so it's time that I exploit they ass You see it's hoes after the party, it's hoes after the show It's hoes up in the lobby, it's hoes out on the stroll (Hey ho!) Here's some No-Doze, no dough, no sleep Ho, on your feet, if you don't work you don't eat! Hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho They be sayin' hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho They be sayin' hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho If men sleep around, we some playas, but for women they be sayin' Hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho They be sayin' hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho They be sayin' hey ho, they be sayin' hey ho If men sleep around, we some playas, but for women they be sayin'",11,13,6,6,8,12,19,5,5,18,0.9581
69,69,/songs/641,Ludacris,Hip Hop Quotables,https://genius.com/Ludacris-hip-hop-quotables-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/641,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-10-07," Hi, my name's Ludacris, and I'm high as giraffe pussy And I'm close to the edge, so your parents can come push me I curse so much just to get on they nerves I got kids actin' a fool from the traps to the 'burbs My filthy mouth, it won't fight cavities or beat plaque So I shot the tooth fairy and put my old teeth back I take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater And make government officials breathe harder than Darth Vader It's the chicken and the beer that makes Luda keep rappin' But no pork on my fork, I don't even speak pig Latin I go fishin' on my lake, with yo bitch as the bait Plus I eat many MCs, but I don't gain no weight The numba one chief rocka, clean out yo' rap lockers I'm as stiff as a board, y'all more shook than maracas But my trix ain't for kids, if you dig'um you'll get smacked I'll clock ya I'll spring forward, you fall back Every album that I drop has got more than ten bangers That's cause I'm a shot caller, y'all fools is Crank Yankers Ain't a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain To get chicks from Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with rastas For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas I own so many jerseys, I'm a throwback mess I hit the cleaners and tell 'em I want a full court press So momma toast your glass while I'm countin' my cash Cause every single is a smash, I'm hot as a camel's ass The competition never just wanna admit that they lost And that they last about as long as my part in the wash From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit'chu One of Mini Me's shoes got more sole than you So by the time you figure out why your record ain't spinnin' I'm in the strip club smokin', with President Clinton So stand clear of the long sideburns and goatee They made the mold of the penis enlarger off me I'll be in another room when I hit from the back Not to mention my refrigerator's taller than Shaq So yippie kay yay, yippie yie yie yo If you can't swim, don't smoke my hydro I've been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on But a lot of y'all are mo' stuck up than tampons So wash all ya sins away and stop playin' If God's line is busy you might have to two way him Then catch me in your backyard, playin' croquet And when I'm drunk tell them kids, drugs are bad, mmm'kay? Or watch me swing my chain at the Roscoe's off Pico Got seven cars, get all my rims at Chrome Depot And people think I'm bad, they say ""Oh he's so Evil!"" Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind people But my album's out the store, yours be on the shelf I heard you masturbate a lot, so y'all keep to yourself Cause these women want a man that stay up and stay strong Like the NBA, you gotta play hard or go home All that shit that y'all talkin', y'all can pop it to them Cause Ludacris'll beat you down with a prosthetic limb I put my foot so deep in yo' ass that you can smell it And yo' breath will turn to Foot Locker water repellant I'm the man, I got money far as the eyes can see And I'm in a group, I split dough with me, me and me So much money in my jewelry that I'm damn near sorry So I'mma trade my earrings in, and get a Ferrari I buy cars with straight cash, have meetings with Donald Trump Y'all meet with Honda, no payments for 12 months Take a look at yo' life, and no wonder you so sad Y'all put up with more shit than a colostomy bag, fool",27,18,21,22,11,43,22,12,10,14,-0.9971
70,70,/songs/79188,Ludacris,History Lesson (Interlude),https://genius.com/Ludacris-history-lesson-interlude-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/79188,1.21 Gigawatts: Back To the First Time,2011-11-15," Oh shit, what the fuck is this? ""She got her rocks off, and I got the cops off And my fire red Lamborghini, hot sauce"" That was me in 2008 ""Yo it’s gots to be cause I’m seasoned Haters give me them salty looks, Lawry's"" Kanye in 2007 Um ""I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust-down To make me put my two arms up, touchdown!"" Cam'Ron in 2003 ""The aliens they just landed and you in the way Overthrow these niggas planet, Independence Day"" My nigga Method Man, 1998 [Notorious B.I.G.] ""Make it hard to figure me Liquor be kicking me in my asshole Undercover, Donnie Brasco"" B.I.G., 1997 ""Zulu Nation, brothers last creation Minds get flooded, ejaculation"" Q-Tip, 1991, you son of a bitch Let’s listen to little Ludacris real quick One, two, three check it (I’m twelve nigga) I lift every voice and let sing See I mean a rap not bust around Just bust a cap dap row bust some spade Cause I’m paid like a dealer I’m looking at the man on the wall in the mirror Snuff can get enough of that funky dope style Touch the dial while I smile a while for a mile Cause I kick kind of like karate, Miyagi, jujutsu Damn, pause stop flow That was like twenty years ago I must've stole that shit from myself",10,5,6,5,6,10,11,3,3,10,-0.9545
71,71,/songs/3568,Ludacris,Ho,https://genius.com/Ludacris-ho-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/3568,Incognegro,1998-07-15," Ho (Ho!), you's a ho (Ho!) You's a ho, I said that you's a ho (Ho!) You's a ho (Ho!), you's a ho (Ho!) You's a ho, I said that you's a ho (Ho!) You doin' ho activities with ho tendencies Hoes are your friends, hoes are your enemies With ho energy to do what you do Blew what you blew, screw what you screw Y'all professional like DJ Clue, pullin' on my coat tail And why do you think you take a ho to a hotel? Ho tell everybody, even the mayor Reach up in the sky for the ho-zone layer Come on playa once a ho always And hoes never close they open like hallways And here's a ho cake for you whole ho crew And everybody wants some 'cause hoes gotta eat too Ho (Ho!), you's a ho (Ho!) You's a ho, I said that you's a ho (Ho!) You's a ho (Ho!), you's a ho (Ho!) You's a ho, I said that you's a ho (Ho!) Can't turn a ho into a housewife, hoes don't act right There's hoes on a mission, and there's hoes on a crackpipe Hey ho how ya doin', where ya been? Prolly doin' ho stuff 'cause there you ho again It's a ho wide world, that we livin' in Feline, feminine, fantastical women Not all, just some, you ho who you are There's hoes in the room, there's hoes in the car There's hoes on stage, there's hoes by the bar Hoes by near, and hoes by far Ho! (But can I get a ride?!) No! (C'mon nigga, why?!) 'Cause you's a Ho (Ho!), you's a ho (Ho!) You's a ho, I said that you's a ho (Ho!) You's a ho (Ho!), you's a ho (Ho!) You's a ho, I said that you's a ho (Ho!) You gotta run in your pantyhose, even your daddy knows That you suckin' down chocolate like daddy-os You hoes are horrible, horrendous On taxes, y'all writin' off hoes as dependents I see the ho risin', it ain't surprisin' It's just a hoasis with ugly chicks faces But hoes don't feel so sad and blue 'Cause most of us niggas is hoes too Ho (Ho!), you's a ho (Ho!) You's a ho, I said that you's a ho (Ho!) You's a ho (Ho!), you's a ho (Ho!) You's a ho, I said that you's a ho (Ho!) [Outro: ""Ho"" & (Ludacris)] Muthafuckas I'm so tired of y'all niggas always talkin' 'bout ho this, ho that; you the muthafuckin' ho nigga. I wasn't no ho last night (Ho, bring yo ass!) Okay, hold on",3,2,3,2,2,7,9,2,0,7,-0.964
72,72,/songs/29520,Ludacris,Hoes in My Room,https://genius.com/Ludacris-hoes-in-my-room-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29520,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-10-07,"Hey! Thank all y'all for coming out tonight It was a beautiful night tonight at The Shizznit Where pimping ain't dead, these hoes just scared Thanks Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, all the players from the LBC It was a beautiful night tonight Oh, look at these fools, Ay! Security! Come get these niggas! + (Snoop) Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach Ready to relax, kick up my feet Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I wanna do Broke out and called up the homeboy Snoop (What happenin' nephew?) Oh, nothing just called, looking for some women how can fondle my balls (Well you hit the right dogg, I can help you with that Gimme 15 minutes, and I'll hit you rite back) Off to the hotel, I was ready indeed Slapped the button in the 'llac to control the speed Put one up in the air, the cops just stared Waved my hands out the roof like I just ain't care Got to the tele and I slid through the door On to the elevator, hit the penthouse floor And what would happen next only time could tell Cuz I got up to my room, and I was mad as hell (Aaah! Damn!) Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes) Who let these hoes in my room? Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?) Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes) Who let these hoes in my room? Now it was five bap hoes and they look like trash But one was midget, so we'll just say four and a half I was stuck speechless, couldn't believe my eyes What'd I do to deserve this unpleasant surprise? And I was thinking to myself, ""This is just my luck"" Then my nigga bust in like ""What the fuck!?"" (Oh shit it's Snoop!) + (Luda) Who in the hell let them booger bears out they cell (Not me) And what they doing in ya' room? Nigga make 'em bail (Yeah) Got some fine bitches, dime bitches on they way (Okay) And told security, ""Let 'em in, with no delay"" (Ha Ha!) So when they get here, they'll probably be like half naked Don't mean to trip out, but bitch y'all got to dip out (Dip Out!) Catch the elevator on more floor Presidential with the sliding key for the door (Oh No!) What the fuck going on? Shit, all around the world Luda, then it's the same song Them bitches was so ugly, I told 'em to go home Who let these hoes in my room? (Man who let these hoes in my room?) Who let these hoes in my room? (Oh no!) (Did you let 'em in?) Who let these hoes in my room? (Well who let 'em in then?) Who let these hoes in my room? (Get out!) + (Snoop) Now, these chicks wouldn't leave, they was ready to clown One was 5'6 and weighed three hundred pounds (No she didn't come through with a thong on She did for the hell of it, big fat whale of it) You can't separate me, I'mma separate you Bitch ya' pussy smell like Pepe Le Pew (You filthy, nasty, sick in the head Sitting in my dressing room with dick on ya' bread) She said ""I want you to climb in this underwear, silly"" But I was turned off by her tupperware titties (Fake bitches, break bitches, make bitches Kick rocks, when they fucked up in they face Tick-tock, you gots to get up out my space Hey Ludacris let's get the fuck up out this place, let's bounce) Then it got to my head, and something reminded me I know who let 'em in, it was Bill O'Reilly (Faggot) (Ya' white bread, chicken-shit nigga!) Who let these hoes in my room? (Who let these hoes in my room?) Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?) Who let these hoes in my room? (I need to know, who let these hoes in?) Who let these hoes in my room? Ay, ay y'all gotta go Y'all gotta get the fuck up outta here, ugly ass bitches I dont understand how these bitches always get in my dressing room You know what I'm sayin'? Soon as I get off stage It's 7 or 8 ugly ass bitches posted up in my dressing room And security act like they don't know who did it I know you feel what I'm sayin', all my nigga around the whole world We need to form a society or something Fat, gorilla, monkey mouth bitches Can't get in our motherfucking dressing room or backstage And if they do, we kindly put our foot up their asses And re-direct them bitches to security dressing room, you dig? Sick of these ugly ass bitches being my dressing room",33,11,37,25,8,50,13,28,8,6,-0.9995
73,73,/songs/596842,Ludacris,Hood Billionaire (Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-hood-billionaire-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/596842,LudaVerses ,2014-11-27," Yeah, boss shit Turn it up Hah! Lyrical exercise They be like ""Luda how come I don't see you out that much?"" Let me tell you somethin' nigga I ain't even gotta come inside the club, nigga Pull up in the Lamborghini Aventor door just to fuck wit' cha I see your chick she see my candy drippin' and me ridin' chrome Give a little bit of this game and next thing we ridin' home I press a button my car drop Press another button my car stop Women give me that soft bottom And I do away with that hard top Gettin' good brain, whippin' wood grain Swervin' all up and around your hood man No bullshit, you wanna trade the heat? Then I got the nine like Luol Deng Shooters goin', nigga dunk that Fifth of 'yac, I drunk that Livin' legend all on the mic And none of you niggas will ever become that My car shakin', my trunk peak Ain't even a need to compete While you ride in the back of your boy ride Your bitch all in my front seat, ahh! What's in the past is history, what's in the future is a mystery In other words don't love me for what I've done Love me for what the fuck I'm 'bout to do, nigga Yeah, ""Burnin' Bridges"" December sixteenth Exclusively on Google Play biatch ""Ludaversal"" March thirty first I ain't playin' with you niggas Woo!",4,3,4,3,4,6,11,2,2,6,-0.8037
74,74,/songs/29498,Ludacris,Hood Stuck,https://genius.com/Ludacris-hood-stuck-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29498,Incognegro,1999-05-16," Eastside, eastside nigga wha? (Eastside, eastside nigga what?) I'm talkin' 'bout da Westside, westside nigga wha? (Westside, westside nigga wha?) Northside, northside nigga wha? (Northside, northside nigga wha?) Southside, southside nigga wha? (Southside, southside nigga wha?) Good luck, time to get hood stuck Caldasac trap, Mr. Good Stuff, Ludacris give me 20 push-ups Last summer, got da hook up, you know what I did Who'd eva thought up they grew up on one of the BeBe Kids? Diaper rash still on my ass and fiendin' for cash Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pass Now what we got 'round here is a 20-20 twins And what's up in my hand, is a bottle of Gin I love women so I'm in it to win it, in it to green In it to get in it and get in it again You got two booties so you wipin' yo chin and I don't blame you I lay in da sand, y'all lay in da snow and make angels My ice piece dangle, make my chest look older Touch it and fall apart like yo high school folder I'm a Trojan man, BHS hall supplier Shady park resident and southside Rider Eastside, eastside nigga wha? (Eastside, eastside nigga what?) I'm talkin' 'bout da Westside, westside nigga wha? (Westside, westside nigga wha?) Northside, northside nigga wha? (Northside, northside nigga wha?) Southside, southside nigga wha? (Southside, southside nigga wha?) Get back, time to get hood jacked, gold chain, took dat World of Ghetto fabulous Dopeboys and Hoodrats Be careful what you look at 'cause you lookin' to long You might go blind in my briefs 'cause my dick is too long I'm gettin' nutt while I'm singin' this song And there is enough for everybody in da party while y'all hittin' da bong But y'all be hittin' my schlong, you play the flute quite nicely When teeth interrupt, you can watch as I get fiesty Oh no, you suck again, request back up Broads I seem to rack up when I pull da gold acta Get slapped up, drove up da wall, put it in reverse You can hope for the best, but expect the worst You at a place like some D's on a Hurst, it's quite funny Phat Rabbit, playboy bunny It seems as if that's what I need, filthy south and Ds That's why I roll in from da Southside breeze, give it to me now Eastside, eastside nigga wha? (Eastside, eastside nigga what?) I'm talkin' 'bout da Westside, westside nigga wha? (Westside, westside nigga wha?) Northside, northside nigga wha? (Northside, northside nigga wha?) Southside, southside nigga wha? (Southside, southside nigga wha?) You pick time to get hood sick, hit 'em wit a good lick Clean out yo house from da couch to da toothpick EastSide Ruthless, WestSide leave 'em clueless My Northside mackers got these broads actin' foolish And do this for a living while you stuck up in yo cubicle Nightlife runnin' dis streets, it sounds beautiful Women break a cuticle, ballas break bread Southside, I represent it 'til I'm dead, what wha? Eastside, eastside nigga wha? (Eastside, eastside nigga what?) I'm talkin' 'bout da Westside, westside nigga wha? (Westside, westside nigga wha?) Northside, northside nigga wha? (Northside, northside nigga wha?) Southside, southside nigga wha? (Southside, southside nigga wha?) Eastside, eastside nigga wha? (Eastside, eastside nigga what?) I'm talkin' 'bout da Westside, westside nigga wha? (Westside, westside nigga wha?) Northside, northside nigga wha? (Northside, northside nigga wha?) Southside, southside nigga wha? (Southside, southside nigga wha?)",13,15,11,8,11,24,22,7,11,11,0.9828
75,75,/songs/29539,Ludacris,Hopeless,https://genius.com/Ludacris-hopeless-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29539,The Red Light District,2004-12-07," Ooh.. You feel that? As I take you to them dirt roads deep down in your southern roots, where nobody said life was gon' be easy And we travel through this emotional rollercoaster called life, and we have our ups and downs Just keep in mind, when you hit rock bottom, there ain't nowhere to go but up, baby Just all about how you deal with it... ya feel me? Listen here... When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is ""FUCK THE WORLD!"" When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is ""FUCK THE WORLD!"" Man, ever since life's been a gamble, my life's been in shambles Double-edge sword, burnin' both sides of the candle But Cris, you can't handle the truth Don't wanna face reality, so Lord accept my apology Please, like when police say freeze And I ain't do shit but I'm down on my knees It's a crooked system, but gin straight take the pain away I charge the game and put my problems on layaway A black man but I feel so blue So I smoke green and purple till my dreams come true Then my eyes turn red, the sky turns grey Children slangin' white in the hood, we call it yay Drinkin' Ol' Gold down my yellow brick road Then rewrite my script until my story's untold See, I got a little money and my life sped up Now I'm fallen and I can't get up When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is ""FUCK THE WORLD!"" When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is ""FUCK THE WORLD!"" I had a dream about a dope fiend And it's strange 'cause he can barely write or read but seems to get folks just about anything Curious about him, I wanted to talk to him Said he was too busy fo' that, but I was more than welcome to walk with him So as we walked, he talked and I just listened He said there's a big difference between crackers and niggas He said white folks look out fo' the white folks, but uhh Black folks blame otha' black folks when it ain't enough black roakz When you ooh to make a long story short We need pay more attention and do things that's way more convincin' And he told me, you know, I wouldn't sell you somethin' that wasn't workin' And I, damn sure wouldn't waste my time, tellin' ya somethin' that'll hurt you But you'll fall for anything, if you don't stand for somethin', that's for certain But niggas don't be listen, and that shit be hurtin' Not all of us, but some of us, and if we don't hurry up They gon' to bury each and every one of us When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is ""FUCK THE WORLD!"" When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is ""FUCK THE WORLD!"" Sometimes I can't deal with my daily issues, just bein' sober Life's a bitch and I can't control her I wish I could and sometimes to cry on we need a shoulder The government stand us up to run us over And in the hood, they don't seem to understand, goddamn What's really got me wonderin' if it's part of a bigger plan Man I smell something fishy goin' on It's way beyond blowin' away the smoke from all of Swishers goin' on It ain't much I can do about it (No), but preach the word Tell my people to spend ya money wisely, don't be absurd Buy some things that appreciate, (Like what?) like a home Wake up, and open ya eyes to what the fucks is goin's on 'Cause they constantly gettin' rid of us (Yup), one by one Whether it's drugs or diseases or it's, gun by gun I ain't no saint either, I feel I'm even doin' wrong By usin' what's in this chorus just to get through this song When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is ""FUCK THE WORLD!"" When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is ""FUCK THE WORLD!"" You know, y'all going to mess around and keep on complainin' about slavery, when uhh, that was over 40-50 years ago, you know, black folks need to move on Stay strong and umm, ya'll keep playin' wit a cracker they gon' have yo ass, somewhere tied up wired up on them back roads of south Florida, Georgia And they made the laws so them shits can't do nothin' for you Can a church get a amen? God for the thugs, too Amen",27,18,25,31,25,52,53,32,13,29,-0.9994
76,76,/songs/1459067,Ludacris,Ho (Skit),https://genius.com/Ludacris-ho-skit-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1459067,Incognegro,1999-05-16," Answering machine: In the middle of the day now hey hey I seem to think of only hey hey hey yeah hey yeah um hey Woman: What's up Chris? It Kenya. I been tryin' to get that out of you all week why won't you call me back? Woman: Okay, okay, alright damn I'll swallow just call me back Woman: Okay, okay, alright the crew can hit it just call me back Ludacris: Dude there you have it",2,0,1,0,0,2,0,0,0,2,0.8645
77,77,/songs/530352,Ludacris,Hot Nigga (Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-hot-nigga-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/530352,LudaVerses ,2015-01-02,"Excuse my absence People been out here burnin' bridges It seems I gotta remind you motherfuckers who I am You know what they call me, Luda Have some more fun with these niggas, man Let's go Yeah, in Atlanta, been that hot nigga On my second term like Barack, nigga Lyrical abuse when I'm in the booth Treat them like the NFL, how I drop niggas I put 'em on the exempt list Take 'em off the track If they ain't earned it, that's pimp shit Multi-colored bracelets on my wrist, no friendships Yeah, I have relations with your bitch, no kinship Luda, back at it like a better me I'm just try'na earn my stripes like a referee Call a foul on the play, you's a ho-nigga Sellin' records, you can't even sell an O, nigga And I'm smokin' on that knockout New school niggas missin' credits like they dropped out And I'm just takin' pictures 'til these bitches all cropped out And only trace left is their bodies bein' chalked out Then it's time to bring the drops out Woman face down, you can say I'm gettin' topped out Def Jam, should I opt out? Two albums left, Flavor Flav, time to clock out Fight the power",8,6,6,7,4,11,7,5,1,5,0.1263
78,78,/songs/1342396,Ludacris,Howhere (Skit),https://genius.com/Ludacris-howhere-skit-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1342396,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27," Hey, get me 2-Ho-4! Yo, hello? Luda? What's up boy? What's up, nigga? This is 20 Where you at? Shit, over here at the Texa-ho filling up Yeah, yeah, I feel that Yo yo check it out, yo you still got that girl Stacy number from Valle-hoe? No, no, I think I lost that Oh no, c'mon, man, I'm trying to cut her, man! You can't check your Hoe-ledex or something? Man hold on let me see dog. Stacy, Stacy... oh Chicag-ho? Nah, nah, nigga Valle-ho! Stacy, Stacy... Oh, Ohi-ho, that's what you talking about? Nah, nigga, Valle-ho, Valle-ho! Man, your ass! Here we ho again! Nah, man, I'm sitting here looking and I don't have it. I don't see no Valle-ho Fuck fuck it, man; I'll cut Shondrae. Oh, hey man, congratulations, I forgot to tell you that shit. didn't your sister graduate today? Oh yeah dog you know what I'm saying? Valor-dick-whorian and all man Yeah, that's tight, man Shit, look, I'm about to break out though, dog, what's up? For real nigga where you finna ho? Yeah, man, I'm about to hit these roomster hoes right quick Aw, nigga, you can't come get me? Nigga, I'm in the middle of howhere! Shit!",5,0,5,0,0,7,4,1,1,4,-0.983
79,79,/songs/395,Ludacris,How Low,https://genius.com/Ludacris-how-low-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/395,Battle of the Sexes,2009-12-08," (4x) How low can you go? How low can you go? Haha, Luda! She can go lower than I ever really thought she could Face down, ass up The top of your booty jiggling out your jeans, baby pull your pants up I like it when I see you do it, better than I've ever seen I done befo' A lot of, women, drop it to the ground, but how low can you go? Lower than your mama's ever seen it in her lifetime Never would've imagined it, not even in her right mind Practice in front of that mirror, now you doing it on the dance flo' Mad 'cause I can't get with you, chick, just show me how to dance, oh I may not wanna get low, so I'm posted up, kinda like a player do But if you come to the crib, then I might show you girls a thang or two Yeah, I think you a superstar, with a ass like that you gotta blow Befo' you make it big, there's just one thang that I gotta know (4x) How low can you go? How low can you go? I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know I be like knick, knack, patty, wack Oh, where my kitty cat? Give a dog a bone How many licks does it take 'til I get to the center and let a realer nigga take you home? I can make this show stop, soon as he hear this fo' pop From A-T-L-A-N-T-A-N all the way down to yo' block Put the needle on the record And I make her get lower than a Lamborghini And if she really get low, then I'ma shoot a video and put it all on TV 'Cause I like that French vanilla (French vanilla) And the caramel (and the caramel) But when it comes to chocolate (when it comes to chocolate) I know that very well Asian persuasion, no discrimination, I love how they seem to please us I wanna taste them butter Rican pecan peanut butter cups like Reese's Pieces 'Cause I think you a superstar, with a ass like that you gotta blow Befo' you make it big, well, there's just one thang that I gotta know (4x) How low can you go? How low can you go? I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Drop it, hit it, dump it, split it Don't, stop – get it, get it Put it in reverse just to back it up Let me put some Luda in it Show me whatchu working with, I'll show you some of this bank, roll Yeah, you a superstar, there's just one thang I gotta know, so (4x) How low can you go? How low can you go? I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know",4,4,3,3,9,23,17,17,1,17,-0.9978
80,80,/songs/64861,Ludacris,I Ain't The One,https://genius.com/Ludacris-i-aint-the-one-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/64861,1.21 Gigawatts: Back To the First Time,2011-11-15,"I ain't the one (x6) When you see me in the streets You better duck quick Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit I'm in the streets With my street clothes All up in the club lookin for the freak hoes With them dope boys Who make the best bucks Moving packages, like UPS trucks Paraphernalia in my stash box I hit a button and the Bentley makes his ass drop Yo rims too small Gone shoo fly These 24's that's Ronald McDonald's shoe size Fresh pair of J's I brought the Mike's out And some ammo that'll knock a nigga lights out Choppas everywhere Call me the butcher I got an AK and I ain't talking Ashton Kutcher When you see me in the streets You better duck quick Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit When you see me in the streets You better duck quick Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit 2 Chainz! 3 Cell phones I don't never answer (never) 4 girlfriends, 3 of em dancers I'm doin shows Yours is gettin cancelled I'm the type that mix cough syrup with a Fanta A-T-L-A-N-T-A that my resident Jury on same color as the president (black) 2 Chainz I ain't ringing like a ringtone Mink hat, mink coat I'm feeling like King Kong I ain't the one Bitch this my theme song Throwing blunts back and forth like ping-pong I'm getting to the money's apostrophe I fucked her on a pile of clothes She a closet freak When you see me in the streets You better duck quick Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit When you see me in the streets You better duck quick Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit I got some head from this chick She like my baritone Her name was Tara She said welcome to the taradome Phantom driver head I'm the worst All blue body lose the top I'm papa smurf Ayee Hit the strip club Bring the bucks out Same way every day like a bus route Lone ranger, no tonto So my nine got my back Like Rajon Rondo The gat is out Pulling night duty Always exposed Like Ice T wife booty Pull a double shift I'm on my grind Watch 80 grand swag workin overtime When you see me in the streets You better duck quick Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit When you see me in the streets You better duck quick Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit Hell naw I ain't the one you wanna fuck wit",28,4,27,29,2,36,31,28,5,9,-0.9994
81,81,/songs/156276,Ludacris,#IDGAF Intro,https://genius.com/Ludacris-idgaf-intro-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/156276,#IDGAF,2013-09-16,"I got one motherfucking responsibility in this world That's me and that's it motherfucker For anybody and everything that I think has shit, do you understand?! That's a question best posed to yourself I'm giving you a chance I'm giving you a shot at redemption Do you understand that? I don't give a fuck about any stupid motherfuckers I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck",2,0,1,1,0,3,14,1,2,10,0.9672
82,82,/songs/29505,Ludacris,I Do It All Night,https://genius.com/Ludacris-i-do-it-all-night-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29505,Battle of the Sexes,2010-03-09," Hehehe, yeah (let's GO, ohh!) Damn right nigga (yeah yeah) what? (yeah) Okay (y-y-y-yeah) these girls be askin me, you know How, how long, how long I can go for I tell 'em like this nigga (what you tell 'em?) I do it all night, I do it all night I do it, I do it, do it all night I make 'em say OHH! {*scratch*} OHH, OHH, OHH! {*scratch*} Gim-gim-gim-gimme some mo', HEY! Ha! I do it all night, my whip is all white I done had a couple drinks and I got a little buzz so I'm feelin alright But the night's just gettin started, haters get disregarded Roll up them sweets, creep-creep let's hit these streets and get retarded I pop a bunch of bottles, my bitch be poppin too Keep talkin out yo' face, and she might be poppin you She might be pop lock and droppin down to the flo' wit it Meanwhile all my dogs chasin paper, that's right we go get it So get it right (get it right) kill the lights (kill the lights!) I'm feelin like I might just pop a pill tonight (pill tonight) Cause the feeling's right (the feeling's right), pass me a Miller Lite Then grab that girl with the Coke bottle shape, she's my type (woo!) I'll take her home (take her home) and do the do (do the do!) I know the Kama Sutra, think what I'll do to you Stick to you like super glue, maybe even like bubblegum (okay!) Don't go to sleep woman (why not) no matter how many times I cum I do it all night, I do it all night I do it, I do it, do it all night I make 'em say OHH! {*scratch*} OHH, OHH, OHH! {*scratch*} Gim-gim-gim-gimme some mo', HEY! (I do it all night, I do it all night) (I do it, I do it, do it all night) (I make 'em say) OHH! {*scratch*} OHH, OHH, OHH! {*scratch*} Gim-gim-gim-gimme some mo', HEY! Ayy, ayy I do it all night, and I ride them logs high Baby lil' crib good, I'mma ask his shawty what that mouth like Tell me if it's out of sight, tell me if he's slow and long Then he made his tongue above his nose, I said ""You know you wrong"" But I'm really like sho' you right, tell me where you wanna go tonight Anywhere, any place, I can see it in your face you are the prototype To the ceiling I'm so so high, so-so feelin like I'm so so right Please tell me why the 'dro so fire, I can't stop zonin and I don't know why Ay look - beep beep get up out my lane, y'all hoes can't do it like me If you're thinkin I'm 'bout the game, take a look at my U-N-I-T That's right I'm back on deck, but don't get it twisted the strap on deck The mac on deck, the pack on deck, and e'ry damn day keep a rack on deck And that's on Jeff, that's on we, that's on Hoover and that's on me That's that wood that match them seats, and that's in the Caddy and that's on 3's No matter what they said I been gettin my bread, get my paper, get my check But anybody wanna try to ask I've been gettin some heeeead I do it all night, I do it all night I do it, I do it, do it all night I make 'em say OHH! {*scratch*} OHH, OHH, OHH! {*scratch*} Gim-gim-gim-gimme some mo', HEY! (I do it all night, I do it all night) (I do it, I do it, do it all night) (I make 'em say) OHH! {*scratch*} OHH, OHH, OHH! {*scratch*} Gim-gim-gim-gimme some mo', HEY! [Verse 3: Ludacris & Shawnna] How many women can I fit up in my Cadillac? So high I can't SEE, feelin like I got cataracts Some in the middle of the night say I get drunk and don't know how to act I don't know how to act He don't know how to act And I don't know how to stop, and I don't know how to quit Blowin on a couple zone, now we need another fifth And I mean I'm out my mind, not I mean I'm out my body See we do this all night, is you comin with me shawty? I do it all night, I do it all night I do it, I do it, do it all night I make 'em say OHH! {*scratch*} OHH, OHH, OHH! {*scratch*} Gim-gim-gim-gimme some mo', HEY! (I do it all night, I do it all night) (I do it, I do it, do it all night) (I make 'em say) OHH! {*scratch*} OHH, OHH, OHH! {*scratch*} Gim-gim-gim-gimme some mo', HEY!",9,11,7,8,6,21,20,7,8,15,0.8911
83,83,/songs/1716,Ludacris,I Do It for Hip Hop,https://genius.com/Ludacris-i-do-it-for-hip-hop-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1716,Theater of the Mind,2008-11-24," I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop Now this is what they call poetry in motion My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion It's my daily devotion, the verses stay deeper than the ocean So hip-hop you owe me a promotion! Yeah I do a little boastin and braggin What's all the commotion and naggin about? Cause I'm still the champ in the South? Cause rappers get in the booth and I keep draggin em out? Well they're fired, and these pink slips, I'm handin em out Cause this is ""Theater of the Mind,"" consider it a sign Of what's to come next, my money's just fine Bank filled with dumb checks, terrorist threat flow Proceed to drop bombs like Mr. Funk Flex But I don't do it for the money, I do it from the heart I do it with the beat box, I did it from the start I do it for the dee jays, I do it for the charts The Van Gogh flow, Luda do it cause it's art I do it for the fans, I do it on command I do it for the front row, I do it for the stands I spit it for the hood, I do it for the block And since nine years old I did it for hip-hop, so I don't do it for them cars and the fancy drops I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop And I don't it for the chains and the flashin rocks I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop Uhh, uhh, uh They say I'm so low key, I'm socially awkward Only niggas who really know me, who I talk with They smile in the light, hate in the dark You call it beef, to me, it's just a fuckin walk in the park Cause you are who you are when nobody's lookin That's who you are, so when the cash and the cars is gone The day after tomorrow, don't be askin to borrow Ski mask it hard, like the way you rap in your bars I can ride on you and whoever, devise new endeavors I'm as live as a hive full of predators Twenty thousand different species of bees Some have poisonous stings, some just pollen their leaves It's like rap, some just buzz, some will attack Compromise their own life in fact Sixteen years since my first sixteen Pardon the rest of my niggas... but I'm the best who's ever did it! [Hook 2: Ludacris) & Nas](I don’t do for the cars and the fancy drops) Uh, I doit for hip-hop Yeah, I do it for hip-hop Uh (I do it for hip-hop) (And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks) Why we do it kid? I do it for hip-hop Yeah, I do it for hip-hop Uh, I do it for hip-hop Hip-hop, started out in the park We used to do it to avoid the Narcs I used to do it so the homeboy Clark Can get the fuck off my back while I knocked off these packs I used to rap to impress my friends To pass the time while I was gettin' it in Just so happens, I'm so illegal with the pen They ain't want me doin' anything illegal again I lost a lot of dogs to these streets I got Grammy Awards on these beats Thank God for Kool Herc Without your shit I probably would've got murked Shout out to Grandmaster Flash and to Caz And even Jaz bum-ass Hip-hop helped me wash my rocks These other rappers couldn't wash my socks That's why I took the number one slot The realest shit in rap comes from my voice box Lord knows when I was on my clock I prolly never woulda stopped, thank God for hip-hop + (Jay-Z) + {Both} I don’t do for the cars and the fancy drops (Uh, I do it for hip-hop) (I do it for hip-hop) I do it for hip-hop And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks (Come on, I do it for hip-hop) (I do it for hip-hop) {I do it for hip-hop} {*DJ scratches and Ludacris ad-libs until 4:56*} I don't do it for them cars and the fancy drops I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop And I don't it for the chains and the flashin rocks I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop",20,19,12,17,13,24,40,11,10,22,-0.5471
84,84,/songs/152942,Ludacris,I Don't Give a Fuck,https://genius.com/Ludacris-i-dont-give-a-fuck-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/152942,#IDGAF,2013-09-16," It's that nigga you've been waiting on Trynna get more information conversating debating and hating on I need some pussy that I can take out my frustration's on Or on a yacht so i can take bad bitches and take a vacation onnnnnnn I'm faded, I'm smashed I'm spending all this cash Got bout five racks in my pocket I don't really know how long it's gone last Pour that drink all up in that cup Throw all that stank in a blunt Grab that chick with that butt And guess what? I don't really give a fuck Life is a puzzle that I'm trying to get together Everyday trynna figure out what two women I can fit together Ding ding let me get inside the ring because I think I got the prefect match Don't be nervous come on outcha shell lets wait for the birds to hatch Shoe fly shoe bitch now it's time for the birds to fly Meanwhile this purple haze created a little purple sky If you smoke that dirt don't be jealous of my maryjane 8 albums in motherfucker ain't a damn thing changed I'm faded, I'm smashed I'm spending all this cash Got bout five racks in my pocket I don't really know how long it's gone last Pour that drink all up in that cup Throw all that stank in that blunt Grab that chick with that butt And guess what? I don't really give a fuck I done got rich and lost my damn mind Plaques to plaques got a nigga celebrating all the damn time LUDA! Quit fooling around and get some work done Naw, I'd rather go to magic and see a bitch work some I think, I think I deserve it I'm in that guinness boook Rappers throwing socks I throw them right back Still got these nigga's shoooook People see me in the movies and they think I went Hollywooood Only difference is I'm popping a molly with a bunch of molly's and popping a molly is gooood It does I mean it really does Was that Luda in a Lamborghini, I mean it really was Hurry up and get a picture on ya iPhone Then turn around, bend over and let me get one on my phone I got it, Im'a save the filter and send it off Haters throw dirt I'm just so clean and a nigga just rinse em off Since 99 I've been in go mode And every time I see your bitch in the club she being ho mode I press a button and the whole damn crib just going ho mode And the crib dim the candles get lit and I pour some fucking drinks Hey did Luda really fuck yo girl? What the fuck yo thank! I'm faded, I'm smashed I'm spending all this cash Got bout five racks in my pocket I don't really know how long it's gone last Pour that drink all up in that cup Throw all that stank in a blunt Grab that chick with that butt And guess what? I don't really give a fuck",23,15,12,11,7,35,18,10,4,14,-0.6819
85,85,/songs/154896,Ludacris,If I Ain't Fucked Up,https://genius.com/Ludacris-if-i-aint-fucked-up-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/154896,#IDGAF,2013-05-24," I been drinkin’ all night If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel right If I Ain’t fucked up I don’t feel right If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel Right I been smokin’ all night If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel Right If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel right If I ain’t fucked up I don’t Feel right Conjure straight up on the rocks I don’t chase shit Real nigga man, your crew be on that fake shit When it come to getting slizzered, man I hold the belt Swimming pool full of liquor, bitch I’m Michael Phelps Drowning all you non-drinkers, non-smokers Non-dippers, non-poppers Babysitter drinking thinking that you might have to go see a doctor Stop the bullshittin’, I let these punks know If you ain’t turnt, what the fuck you in the club for? These niggas must be bout that life, bitch you damn right Get out my section, off my couch and out my damn sight Ever since I left the crib, I hit the ground running Tell the waitress keep Them motherfucking bottles coming I been drinkin’ all night If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel Right If I Ain’t fucked up I don’t feel right If I ain’t fucked up I don’t Feel Right I been smokin’ all night If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel Right If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel right If I ain’t fucked up I Don’t Feel right The be like Luda looking rough, but his rhymes smooth I’m in the studio, I gotta get my mind skewed Give me that cup, give me that Blunt, give me that sticky green Give me that light, give me that sprite, and that promethazine Sippin’ slow, no ho, I’m not in no rush bitch Don’t tell my doctor, let’s just keep this on the hush bitch I’m on another level, these niggas on the floor They be like who’s Luda’s suplier, bitch you’ll never know Top notch, top tier, I’m a top nigga Slap her bottom while your girlfriend give me top nigga Told her listen, you should gargle more, and speak less We took some shots And turned that shit into a drink fest I been drinkin’ all night If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel right If I Ain’t fucked up I don’t feel right If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel Right I been smokin’ all night If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel Right If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel right If I ain’t fucked up I don’t Feel right I can’t think straight Take a smoke break Get the blood Goin’, goin’ Light it up and Smoke somethin’ Smoke somethin’ Smoke Somethin’ Smoke somethin’ I can’t think straight Take a drink Break Get the cup goin’, goin’ Fill it up Drink somethin’ Drink Somethin’ Drink somethin’ Drink somethin’ I been drinkin’ all night If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel right If I Ain’t fucked up I don’t feel right If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel Right I been smokin’ all night If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel Right If I ain’t fucked up I don’t feel right If I ain’t fucked up I don’t Feel right",17,7,11,8,2,23,39,9,5,39,-0.9993
86,86,/songs/29510,Ludacris,I Know You Got a Man,https://genius.com/Ludacris-i-know-you-got-a-man-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29510,Battle of the Sexes,2010-03-08," I know you got a man, man, man But tell me what your man, man, man Gotta do with me, me, me (uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) Gotta do with me, me, me (uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) (I know you got a girl, girl, girl) (But tell me what your girl, girl, girl) (Gotta do with me, me, me - uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) (Gotta do with me, me, me - uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) Hahaha, listen I know you got a man but your man ain't Luda (Luda) So please don't let him fool ya Cause the nigga don't really know how to do ya Who's your daddy rollin all up in the Caddy Sunroof top with the diamond in the back? (back) Comin to get some of the bomb in the sack Like a bomb in Iraq, I'mma come and attack Every inch, of yo' body after the af-terparty And then on to the hotel lobby ridin me like a Ducati Faster than a, Bugatti I'm like, whoa kemosabe Good golly shawty a freak, well she been practicin Pilates (woo!) I'm probably just trippin, tongue sk-skippin like the track, broke But if she think I'm frontin just wait 'til she see my backstroke (hah!) I'll be yo' side piece, but what's our future plans? Cause I be on ya like DAAAAMN! I know you got a man, man, man But tell me what your man, man, man Gotta do with me, me, me (uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) Gotta do with me, me, me (uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) (I know you got a girl, girl, girl) (But tell me what your girl, girl, girl) (Gotta do with me, me, me - uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) (Gotta do with me, me, me - uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) Hey, okay okay So that's yo' mans and dem, damn I ain't tellin you to cancel him Damn d-do yo' thang, look shawty I gotta respect yo' antonym Damn d-dere yo' boyfriend, I just wanna be yo' toy friend Yo' other other man, not yo' l-l-lover man, a undercover man How many rubberbands it would take for you lil' mama to be apart of my plan? What do you need in advance? I can see both of us showin in France I got the back of yo' thong in my hand, Louis Vuitton, no more Donna Karan Couple of stacks, s-so what is you sayin? Like Denzel Washington, ""My man"" I don't wanna hear no mo'-mo' 'bout him, what he gotta do with me? You a grown-ass woman, I'm a grown-ass man So we both know a lot about the birds and the bees Hold up shawty let's conversate, conjugate, constipate Get stuck on each other, you comin up out of yo' lingerie Hey, I know you got a man I know you got a man, man, man But tell me what your man, man, man Gotta do with me, me, me (uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) Gotta do with me, me, me (uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) (I know you got a girl, girl, girl) (But tell me what your girl, girl, girl) (Gotta do with me, me, me - uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) (Gotta do with me, me, me - uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) Not a, not a, not a damn thang He wouldn't know what to do if he tried and I ain't hatin You need some room to breathe and I could be yo' ventilation You need a lil' love and just a lil' stimulation A hug, a lil' kiss and then a lil' penetration Give it to you like you never had it befo' And you ain't never gonna think about his ass again Lips, hips, eyes, thighs, yeah I'm gonna have to give that ass a ten And they can get a five, even though one of 'em kinda fine But ain't none of 'em got nothin on you, you So let's go somewhere to dine and sip some expensive wine Later on tell me what we gon' do, do We gon' bump and we gon' grind, so good it should be a crime And next time tell yo' friends to come too, too (woo!) I know you got a man, man, man But tell me what your man, man, man Gotta do with me, me, me (uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) Gotta do with me, me, me (uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) (I know you got a girl, girl, girl) (But tell me what your girl, girl, girl) (Gotta do with me, me, me - uh-oh, uh-oh-oh) (Gotta do with me, me, me - uh-oh, uh-oh-oh)",11,12,5,7,11,14,15,4,6,11,0.9953
87,87,/songs/58006,Ludacris,I'm on Fire,https://genius.com/Ludacris-im-on-fire-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/58006,1.21 Gigawatts: Back To the First Time,2011-11-15," Look, I make my own decisions, learn from my own mistakes My enemies they want beef but don’t know what’s at stake I started out with nothing, just a dream and some hope I fiend for riches like them crackheads fiend for the dope I went from freeze tag to holding some weed bags To a clown of hoes juggling my bean bags I went from spin the bottle to kiss the model Take 3 more seconds we gon’ find out if she spits or swallows I heard it’s a recession, while you hardly survive The hardest decision of my day is which car I’mma drive Rolls Royce Phantom, maybe the gold Ac' Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold back This ain’t no 760, bitch this a Alpina Custom kits, chrome lips as deep as vagina And women lost for words, guess they don’t know English No matter what language they speak, they all know dinglish x2 Don’t you understand with this blunt in my hand (I’m on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke sum’n Don’t you understand with the world in my hand if I hate the shit (How am I to know) Now as the world turns, spinning on its axis My dick be brushing women’s lips like chapstick They say it’s cold outside So like a dentist, I’m just trying to keep they mouth wide Reminiscing on my days on the south side I made Nene leak and I ain’t talking ‘bout no housewives From eating canned tuna to shoe deals with Puma From women saying “Hey Chris” to “Goddamn Luda!” From playing slap box to making the ‘Lac drop To white neighbors all swear I’m slanging crack rock Eyes so low, they think I’m Asian when I’m blazing Cuz that purple’s on my chest like I’m playing for the Ravens Cadillac Deville still rolling ‘til the tires flat Not from Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back Sunroof top, wood grain wheel I signed for millions, y’all will never get the same deal x2 I got a candy coated fetish, ho don’t you forget Well bi-bi-bi-bi let me wet it It’s that K-R-I-T stay beside me, we can go get this dough That mean you mine if you show me you down, I promise I won’t let you go I got a old school and that bass beat, if it ain’t on chrome then it ain’t me Have my mouth piece colder than the A/C So call me father winter in the peak of summer, I spit December Breaking backs til they crack and limber, If that’s yo bitch she can’t remember I give her wood, she holler timber In the paint, I play the center – of attention Take the vision of a player with (?) intentions to be richer, well I hate you missed it Back again, one more time for them fuck niggas and them thoroughbred that won’t fuck with him And hang on cuz I stuck with them I ain’t got time to waste ho, didn’t have shit now I make more than I can barely count Keep a thoroughbred shaking what the good Lord gave her, yo chick ass barely bouncing We still live from the underground, ain’t nothing change to me I put it down for the south and embody everything that these lame niggas claim to be Young Krizzle! x2",12,13,14,13,10,24,32,7,12,22,-0.9268
88,88,/songs/671583,Ludacris,I'm The Truth,https://genius.com/Ludacris-im-the-truth-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/671583,Pre-Release Therapy: The Truth Will Set You Free,2006-09-19," Don't get it fucked up... Over 15 million sold, damn it I don't plan on stopping no time soon I'm at the end of my deal, goddamn it Look here mayne I'm the truth what I speak shall set you free First boy to put a booth inside his SUV So now I'm rapping and riding at the same time Hitting hydraulics in your neighborhood My car is throwing gang signs Flip the switch and unleashed the top I got the key to my city and unleashed the block We put some keys in the hemi and it unleashed the cop Then we unleashed the AKs, and they put down they Glocks So many whips stopped think it was a roadblock Trunk filled with more stuffin' than a stove top Go-go gadget, click-click, I got them robots And dick for the bitches served hard, they'll get cold-cocked Ludacris nigga, don't get it twisted ho Your money short, my shit is standing on its tippy-toe And you's a silly ho, thinking I won't split ya I'm like Picasso on the mic, get the fuckin' picture",7,8,4,3,3,9,9,1,2,9,-0.8592
89,89,/songs/484201,Ludacris,Incognegro Intro,https://genius.com/Ludacris-incognegro-intro-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/484201,Incognegro,1999-05-16, Man 1: That man is a product of a poor environment. There is absolutely nothing wrong with him I can prove it Man 2: Of course there is something wrong with him he's a negro. Probably been stealing since he could crawl,0,0,2,1,0,5,1,1,0,0,-0.2813
90,90,/songs/646728,Ludacris,In My Life,https://genius.com/Ludacris-in-my-life-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/646728,Ludaversal,2015-03-31," Yeah, I used to care so much what people thought about me Now I really could give a fuck Not when I own over $15 million in real estate And bought all the Fast & Furious trucks, haha See, everyday I put in work and my salary grows So excuse me I'm not caught up on reality shows See the Bridges Family values on the south side I live in Atlanta but do not have an Atlanta housewife I'm not married, I've never been engaged But your dumb-ass believes whatever's on the front page See some of these bloggers don't even believe their own lies Turn the computer screen into a mirror, look at'cha own lives Cause technology exceeds all humanity But there's a thin line between genius and insanity Now private pics on my private, no longer private, man Hope I can gets some privacy up on my private plane Ohhh, living in the spotlight Oh if it's too hot, too hot tonight I think I'm gonna take flight But I'm a be alright, I'm a be alright Let me live 'til I die I'm doing interviews Getting asked the same questions from 10 years ago Wondering to myself what the fuck I'm there for Now that my daughter's a CEO at the age of 10 And I got restaurants inside Atlanta's airport That repetition will drive any human being nutty I'd rather be in my own crib, on my own couch Thinking I gotta do what the fuck I wanna do money Yeah, and then I went to Quincy Jones' house Realize I didn't have shit, got some work to do Soon as you get some money, it's gon' be someone with more than you Sci-Fi movies, the fans said this album is overdue And if you don't put some music out These niggas gon' be over you Talking about where that old Luda, for the rapper's sake But Ursher told me if I don't evolve I'll evaporate I've gotten better, motherfucker if you listen If you're smart, and went to college better use your intuition Yeah, my own expectations I exceeded them And when people say Luda's underrated, I'd agree with 'em Jay said I'm so visual, they overlook the lyrics But every verse you get a sample if your mind can clear it Then steer it in the direction of your memory And I'll be satisfied when I'm celebrated for centuries Wrote a song for my girl she couldn't stand straight My man said, ""don't release it, you'll ruin your female fan base"" I said, ""man, my female fan base gon' be here for forever"" Cause even though I'm with one, to them we're still together And who am I to tell 'em different if my voice can freak 'em Long as I can continue coming through all of that speakers I'm a man of choice words but I speak the truth And I ain't scared of shit except God in a life or jail suit Especially when all of my bills are paid for And God answered everything that I prayed for ",9,15,5,6,12,11,29,8,4,21,0.8622
91,91,/songs/880310,Ludacris,Interactive (skit),https://genius.com/Ludacris-interactive-skit-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/880310,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-10-07," Man 1: Aye man, don't I know you from somewhere before? Man 2: Yeah, uhh Man 1: You went to Washington, didn't' you? Man 2: Uhh, yeah I did go to Washington Man 1: Your name's Will Beamen? Man 2: Yup, that's my name Man 1: Yeah, Will Beamen, yeah man, what's goin' on folk? Man 2: Yeah, what's up man, you James right? Man 1 : Yeah, James man, James...You remember me right? You used to beat me up and throw me down the stairs and shit Man 2 : Well you know that was funny James: You was on the wrestlin' and football team and yall ran train on my sister Will Beamen: Well you know, uh, she had some good stuff yo James: Aye man, aye aye man, watch yourself Will Beamen: But it's all good James: So what you been doin' folk? Will Beamen: Just chillin', you know I got an internet business now James: Oh for real? What you doin', what you doin', oh you doin' them womenfolk, whatt it be, freaky hoz online? Will Beamen: Yeah you know how it is, www. uhhh... James: Aww shawty, shit, shawty I had a computer shop, I'd hit that shit up Will Beamen: Yeah James: Damn folk, so what else you been doin', you be flossin' that big Cartier watch man? Will Beamen: You know how I spend big money James: Shit man, I feel you, you probably got that new SC too, don't you man? Will Beamen: Sc, well you know, it's parked in the back James: I see that thang, it's sittin' on dem 20's, ain't it? Will Beamen: You seen it? Yeah... James: Damn shawty, that shit nice man, I like that Will Beamen: You like that? James: I like it folk Will Beamen: Yeah...So what you doin' wit yourself these days? James: Shit man, I got myself a little internet business myself Willy Beamen: Oh yeah? What's that? James: Ridin', muthafucka Will Beamen: Ooh shit he's got a gun!! (Crowd screaming in background)",13,6,10,4,4,12,12,0,3,7,-0.9527
92,92,/songs/6667,Ludacris,In The Depths Of Solitude,https://genius.com/Ludacris-in-the-depths-of-solitude-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/6667,"The Rose, Vol. 2: Music Inspired by Tupac's Poetry",2005-09-20,"* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists Yes, sir This is Ludacris In a recite to you an original poem written by my man 2Pac Shakur Entitled; in the depths of solitude And it goes with a something like this Eh, ehhm Yeah I exsist in the depths of solitude Ponderin my true goal Tryin to find piece of mine And still preserve my soul Constantly learnin to be accepted And from all recieve respect Never compromising but sometimes risky And that is my only regret How can there be peace A young heart with an old soul How can I be in the depths of solitude When there are to inside of me This duo within me causes the perfect oppotunity To learn and live twice as fast As those who accepts simplicity Yes If you're reading between the lines you can understand exactly what my man 2Pac shakur was talking about mayne You see in or outside the music industry Everyone has heard the expression as lonely on top Well you know Pac was on top It's only naturally that he exsisted In the depths of solitude Of course he was a young heart with an old soul And individual with, what was a way ahead of his time And sometimes when you are ahead of youre time You do wonder what your true goal in life is When you get so ovius critisising and put down for teaching What you've learned to others And doing what you feel is the rigth thing to do So with that Pac like all soldiers fought, to be accepted Specially by those who rejected him the most And even if you didn't like him You had to respect him See nobodys perfect And off course everyone makes mistakes But experience is the best teaching, if you ask me So its important to learn from each mistake And try hard, not to make the same one twice His only regret was making the mistake of being too overdemanding at times But it was the wild outrages Pac Mixed with the sensitive love in Pac That made him almost the perfect person Also made him learn and live twice as fast And I'm sure, he would rather walk through life With these multived dimensional personalities Than to except being one side than simplistic Any day.. So being in the depths of solitude, if you ask me Is were the true heroes of our times stay 2Pac Shakur, in our hearts and our minds forever Rest In Peace, live in harmony... This is Luda, signing out Peace",3,18,2,2,17,10,35,8,4,23,0.9962
93,93,/songs/29513,Ludacris,Intro,https://genius.com/Ludacris-intro-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29513,Battle of the Sexes,2010-03-09,"Puff it pass it Puff it pass it Puff it puff puff puff it Smokin' cheeba, twisted blisted, lifted puff it pass it (Get it) Smokin' cheeba, twisted blisted, lifted puff it pass it (It's the Battle Of The Sexes) Smokin' cheeba, twisted blisted, lifted puff it pass it (Get it) Smokin' cheeba, twisted blisted, lifted puff it pass it Now I heard the ladies They aight but they ain't hittin' on nothin' Do my fellas run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah!) Now I heard the fellas They aight but they ain't hittin' on nothin' Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah!) Luda! On your mark, get set, put the music in the deck And turn it up and let the system go You done heard a lot of people in the past But you never heard a nigga like this befo' Ain't nobody better let the records show If they outta order let a tec just blow Over the border, I be in Mexico Throwing it up like an anorexic ho Anybody thinkin' like they just don't know Tell 'em that Luda gotta electric flow Come and see me live and I wreck a show Sucka niggas better find the exit row Extra cheese and the extra dough And I'mma keep goin til the record's broke So if you don't mean what you say when you spit it on a track What the FUCK YOU RAPPING FOR? Women wanna get me and I can't say no So I get 'em fast and I sex 'em slow But every now and then it get hectic They holdin' on tight to a nigga and I gotta let go Gotta go sign on the X with O's Wrist gotta shine and my neck just glow It's a man's world And all you women I just want the rest to know Now I heard the ladies They aight but they ain't hittin' on nothin' Do my fellas run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah!) Now I heard the fellas They aight but they ain't hittin' on nothin' Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah!)",8,4,6,6,5,8,12,7,2,8,-0.997
94,94,/songs/60468,Ludacris,Intro (1.21 Gigawatts: Back to the First Time),https://genius.com/Ludacris-intro-121-gigawatts-back-to-the-first-time-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/60468,1.21 Gigawatts: Back To the First Time,2011-11-15,"Luda! They say that real recognize real - And I'm as real as they come, don't ever doubt me You ain't never seen, read, or heard no fake shit about me I'm a G! So all you hoes can eat a dick up and die While I puff the magic dragon, heat the weed up and fly Tuck your tail between your legs, ya'll ain't made for this shit Worth a hundred million dollars, ya'll ain't paid for this shit I'm talking Empire Building, we got Prada flows And y'all so pussy you should fit in Lady Gaga's clothes Nobody really wanna go there with me Nobody really wanna say my name Nobody wanna put the pedal to the metal And meet me up in the ghetto we can throw them thangs When I come up to the spot, in the drop top With the Glock cocked, that'll make a nigga pop lock Ludacris, I'mma hot shot, straight up out the block With a knot that'll get a nigga block knocked (OW!) Somebody tell 'em that I ain't playin with 'em! Put a pussy nigga 6 feet deep in the ground and you'll be layin with 'em I just been watchin over, from my mighty throne Ya'll Roberto Duran, so just leave it alone No Mas! No Mas!",6,1,4,6,1,10,11,5,3,9,-0.9835
95,95,/songs/58020,Ludacris,Intro (Red Light District),https://genius.com/Ludacris-intro-red-light-district-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/58020,The Red Light District,2004-12-07," Check me out, look It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain Four albums in the can and I'm still in the game (what up?) And last album, they don't like me to tell this Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!) That's what they tellin me, switch up your melody Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies So they can lock us up one at a time But true writers stay free in every one of our lines And if you not feelin I'm the cream of the crop I'll knock rappers off your list 'til I get to the top! Still you lookin at a man that's financially stable Only nigga gettin checks cut from four different labels That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as fuck So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody It's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty Me and Chaka still starvin and lookin for meals And heads up! Ludacris is almost out of his deal I'm over ten million sold, every album is crack And for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my back Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom Though I make big money, still handle small problems The ramblin at the mouth, I don't play that shit I'm the best and I ain't really gotta say that shit",8,7,5,5,5,15,11,7,4,8,-0.4456
96,96,/songs/208193,Ludacris,Intro (Theater of the Mind),https://genius.com/Ludacris-intro-theater-of-the-mind-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/208193,Theater of the Mind,2008-11-24,"Shhh, they're about to start the movie Hear ye, hear ye Disturbing Tha Peace presents, ""Theater of the Mind"" Get your popcorn, get your popcorn You scoot over to the left a little bit Single file line now It's an extravagant event starring Ludacris Please silence all cell phones We're about to go on a ride! Let the show beginnnnnn! Lights, camera, annnnnd ACTION! Take 6, Ludacris, it's nice to meet ya Blow the smoke in the air 'til I blow out your brain Turn it up until I blow out your speakers Gotta keep them Tweeters tweakin Gotta keep them woofers pumpin Then I blow out one of these verses Spit 'em in ya, got a million more comin However you want it, I can give it but you gotta admit it Other rappers talk it, try to walk it, Luda live it Sign it and seal it, multi-mil' it, said it and did it Then give me sixteen bars on another nigga's song And you know that I'ma fuckin' kill it Cause I'm the fuckin' realest, when it comes to this rappin' shit Semi-automatic tongue when I spit another verse Cock back, I'm packin' bitch And I'm back and attackin' with album six Tell them other niggas we see danger Probably cause I got enough albums to fill yo' CD changer Gotta buy my whole collection, gotta beat my whole selection Hit your neighborhood record store And you can get it in the smokin' section Now that's a coke connection, these fiends are addicted to it No guts no glory, so that's my story and I'm stickin' to it That's my story and I'm stickin' to it Here's my story and I'm stickin' to it Here's my story and I'm stickin' to it Here some stories and I'm stickin' to it Annnnnd CUT! On a good gate we're movin' on",4,7,6,4,4,6,8,3,2,9,-0.978
97,97,/songs/29528,Ludacris,It Wasn't Us,https://genius.com/Ludacris-it-wasnt-us-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29528,Incognegro,2000-05-16," They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that, shit like that Maybe 'cause I get like that, kick like that, rip like that They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that, climb like that 'Cause the world is mine like that (yours like that) mine like that They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that, shit like that Maybe 'cause I get like that, kick like that, rip like that They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that, climb like that 'Cause the world is mine like that (yours like that) mine like that Uh, you can get your whole crew, even niggas that owe you, and ain't paid you shit You can drink some cold brews and throw on them old shoes and jump in the whip You can come and find us, and be right behind us and insert the clip You hear something go ""clack"" ""clack"" ""clack"", somebody went down, but it wasn't us You can sell about two mil, get hooked with a good deal and start stackin' dough You can ride your mobile, get 20 inch big wheels and collect some hoes You can even start eatin' good and smokin' good but you pressin' your luck And you say wha', somebody went bankrupt shit but it wasn't us They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that, shit like that Maybe 'cause I get like that, kick like that, rip like that They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that, climb like that 'Cause the world is mine like that (yours like that) mine like that They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that, shit like that Maybe 'cause I get like that, kick like that, rip like that They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that, climb like that 'Cause the world is mine like that (yours like that) mine like that You can go to the drawing board and just start from scratch all over again clean Or you can tell a bunch of officers that I'm the one to catch but my niggas are the police You can try to blame me and even try to frame me but I'll make the bail Now somebody's goin' to jail, shit, but it wasn't us You do track after track, and your walls get plaque after plaque CD's on rack after rack, no mo' sellin' sack after sack You could've had that good life, good kids and a good wife, it was yours to earn But the record stores gettin' returns, shit, but it wasn't us They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that, shit like that Maybe 'cause I get like that, kick like that, rip like that They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that, climb like that 'Cause the world is mine like that (yours like that) mine like that They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that, shit like that Maybe 'cause I get like that, kick like that, rip like that They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that, climb like that 'Cause the world is mine like that (yours like that) mine like that You could be goin' on worldwide tours and see your face on every magazine Or you can flip through channel after channel and see that ass on the TV screen You can pay for expensive videos and have whole lot of big bootie hoes But when the shit start comin' to a close, shit, but it wasn't us You can use your back-up plan, and even call up your back-up man and start thinkin' quick You can call up the back-up hoes, even call up the back-up pros and tell 'em to suck a dick Then you tell just to get deez, then you tell 'em just to pay the fees and to pay their dues Now they catchin' those STD's, shit, but it wasn't us They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that, shit like that Maybe 'cause I get like that, kick like that, rip like that They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that, climb like that 'Cause the world is mine like that (yours like that) mine like that They wanna know why I hit like that, spit like that, shit like that Maybe 'cause I get like that, kick like that, rip like that They wanna know why I rhyme like that, shine like that, climb like that 'Cause the world is mine like that (yours like that) mine like that",34,22,24,3,13,41,25,4,9,14,0.9996
98,98,/songs/75078,Ludacris,Jingalin',https://genius.com/Ludacris-jingalin-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/75078,None,2012-05-23," They jingalin baby, go ahead baby x4 Jingalin, jingalin, jingalin, jingalin She jingalin Jingalin, jingalin, jingalin, jingalin Woah, she jingalin Jingalin, jingalin, jingalin, jingalin She jingalin Jingalin, jingalin, jingalin, jingalin Woah, she jingalin Go ahead baby, Go ahead baby, do that shit right there x3 Jingal it baby, Jingal it baby She jingalin, she too legit She seemed to know just what to do with it She proud of it, other women gotta really acknowledge it Just when she hit that stripper pole, her booty swallow it So go girl, go get it Go girl, go kill it See if your girl with my girl, your girl goin' get to business We going to take a sip of that potion, put some things in motion We going to slice her and dice her, then bust a bitch wide open Cuz it's fre-freak-freaks-anonymous united here You niggas ain't invited here I got me a girl from the ghetto Now jingal that shit like it's jello I'm claiming it, yeah she's aiming it Right at me, so I could put my name on it She banging it, trap star, she's slanging it She got to work and put all these women to shame with it And damn the girl so bout it Yeah the crown she's got it She be jingalin so much, she got me digging all in my wallet I'm like oohh the girl deserve it Man her body so perfect When she step out in the club, every single one of you bitches get murdered So you best come with your A game Cuz I'm longer than freight train So girl you know better than to be teasing me with that thang I'll bang out that headboard so much we'll make the bed ache Now jingal til you get a headache Yeah, go on and jingle with the mister Jingal with your mama, jingal with your sister Like, yeah Go on and jingal for some means Jingal with your cousin Jingal with your friends Like -- Jingal, jingal, jingal, jingal, jingal, jingal Make it clap, make it clap, make it clap, make it (x2) That girl hella bad, I wanna pop hella tag The way that booty propels, it needs a hellipad Or a landing strip, ain't no need to panic trick Drop that apple bottom right down on my banana clip I cock it, aim it and shoot it So insane how you move it Love it how you drop it like it's hot Then take a little time off and just cool it Cuz it need some time to breathe Go on and give it a squeeze Cuz them lips, hips, thighs and even them double Ds be -- ",14,10,9,11,14,23,20,10,3,9,-0.7616
99,99,/songs/29556,Ludacris,John Madden 2000 Theme,https://genius.com/Ludacris-john-madden-2000-theme-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29556,None,2017-10-04,"* opening song for the video game on Sony PlayStation (Ludacris) Maaaaaaaaan, get out my way and watch out as I come through Bustin' in your line, crackin' helmets in two I bring the pain, so what'cha gone do? Stand there and just get shook out your shoes So clean out your locker, I'm out to get'cha Cuz I just popped ya, you can't take the pressure You might as well quit, cuz you just can't last Madden two thou put your face in the grass And your spine in the Dirt, so put on a Skirt If you step on the field and don't wanna get Hurt Just bruised and beaten, all black and blue And it's been like that since Madden '92 (Ludacris) You better come harder than hard, rougher than rough Put up your guard, get ready to crush It's thangs on this field that you just can't change EA Sports, it's in the game, what'cha want? (The rock in the palm of my hands!!!) What'cha got? (I got John Madden!!!!) What'cha want? (The rock in the palm of my hands!!!) What'cha got? (I got John Madden!!!!) What'cha want? (The rock in the palm of my hands!!!) What'cha got? (I got John Madden!!!!) What'cha want? (The rock in the palm of my hands!!!) What'cha got? (I got John Madden!!!!) Feel the power",8,2,5,12,1,17,9,4,0,3,0.8906
100,100,/songs/177234,Ludacris,Jump Off The G4,https://genius.com/Ludacris-jump-off-the-g4-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/177234,Pre-Release Therapy: The Truth Will Set You Free,2006-09-19,"Jump off the G4 we can meet out side What you gon’ do? Jump off the G4 we can meet out side What you gon’ do? Jump off the G4 we can meet out side What you gon’ do? Jump off the G4 we can meet out side I say look up in the sky it’s a bird it’s a plane It’s Luda and a hawk at 700 getting brain Automatic pilot automatic dough Jump off the G4 we can meet out side I said look up in the sky it’s a bird it’s a plane It’s Luda and a hawk at 700 getting brain Automatic pilot automatic dough Bitches on assignment automatic hoes Press the start button let the games begin Real recognize real let the lames pretend What you see is what you get when Luda’s rapping If I say then I've done or it’s about to happen But I've said that before now I’m back to snapping I’m an eight figure nigga and that’s just off rapping So Imma tell you something different and I just might slap’em Pour belvy on the nigga then I just might jack’em Get it? A little deeper than the average mind My watch lasts a little longer than the average time ‘Cause I never been average I’m further above If you've got chicks on your dick mines are further in love You got a crew that be snapping? Yeah me too Nigga you like rapping? Yeah me too You got a wad full of cash? Yeah me too Got a blunt full of hash? Yeah me too You keep a squad in the hood nigga? Yeah me too You got a dash full of wood nigga? Yeah me too You got a pocket full of stones nigga? Yeah me too You keep on repping for your zone nigga? Yeah me too Dealer bitch yeah I’m back ignorant rap shit And I got hype man but they ain’t here to do adlibs So go ahead and judge a nigga ‘cause I say I so white Life’s a craps game I stay screaming out hold dice Tell G bet the house on me you heard what I said Tell these niggas down on border man I can cover the spread Yea they coming for my head but I ain’t made it that big I got a hair trigger nigga that can split your wig Right! Ya’ll the et cetera whatever I can brag about All that local bullshit ya’ll love to hear us rap about Niggas got a drought so ya’ll can’t serve it at home Tell ya shooters we can cover it we got us a zone And yea I’m good with this fucking shorty that’s no lie I make a straight girl cry, turn a dyke bitch bi Twenty-eight no backpacking but I’ll flip this pack My desert eagle is a puncher ‘cause it push shit back",15,9,11,11,10,21,21,6,2,17,-0.9422
101,101,/songs/29583,Ludacris,Keep it On the Hush,https://genius.com/Ludacris-keep-it-on-the-hush-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29583,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27," Sister Martha, so glad to see you So glad your parol came through Oh yea so glad everybody came out this morning We reading from the book of hush, today Verse sixty-nine, come on somebody, come on somebody Good to see all of you came out this morning Even though some of you just leavin' 112 Smellin like booty, and Hennessy, come on Courvoisier double shots, ha-hah, it don't matter! Keep it on the hush, don't say nothing Ain't gone be no talking, while I'm doing my thang Keep it on the hush, don't say nothing Ain't gone be no talking, while I'm doing my thang Im loving the way your legs go so far back, you're one of those flexible girls I figure your daddy always said you was one of the best in this world But nevertheless in this world, I'm just professional girl I teach 'em a lesson, have 'em stressin and confessin to girls How good it was, and how good it could be, if they just tried it Taking my double dosage skip the daily dick diet T-ried it, they so excited, and can't hide it Im trying to do my thang, but you gotta be quiet Now even when I just come in your house and cover your mouth because your momma is home You grippin' the sheets and making a effort not to holler and moan You got to keep it on the hush, cause we in no rush You tellin' me its the little things that mean so much And its an illusion thinkin' that you can match what I can do best So if ya man call, tell him to put some hair on his chest But he don't even have to know, we keepin it on the low You walking it like a dog, and stay working it like a pro, so.. I'mma taste ya neck, and begin to nibble around your earlobes Down to your belly button, then I'm un-snappin' your bra thinkin' your titties are tryna tell me somethin Hard nipples, colder then ice-sicles Workin' it with my tounge, you can just tell me if it tickles Freaky deaky kinda sneaky, Ludacris and the gang Disturbin' the peace, we runnin' the streets and steady slangin' them thangs But you gotta keep the noise down, in order to keep the boy down Its joy all around, and you know how it sounds, if you just.. As the crime scene evolves, the doors are open, the doors are open Look at you sister Johnson in the front row With thongs on, your legs open tryna tempt me Keep it on the hush, i'll be over at about seven o'clock Keep it on the hush, shhh",4,12,1,4,12,8,28,3,10,16,0.9885
102,102,/songs/29530,Ludacris,Large Amounts,https://genius.com/Ludacris-large-amounts-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29530,The Red Light District,2004-12-07," In this life, one thing counts In the bank, large amounts 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 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 doors, and bustin out floors 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.. 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 number I know you so you wouldn't do it, but y'all my family I guess it's only right for y'all to ask me If if you had it, knahmsayin, maybe I'd ask YOU It's crazy man, but look here Now don't get me wrong, cause bein rich is such a beautiful thing But mo' money, mo' problems, people drive me insane Not givin no handouts no mo', some take advantage and flee My goal's to set my friends up to make some paper like me Put 'em in position to make they wishes come - true So they can have multiple accounts that gain interest overnight Given a million dollars what you gon', do? Map your life out for your kid's kids, or would you spent it overnight? Now see me I'll do both, I got unlimited funds My daughter's life was set before her stankin butt turned one And it don't help that I got fo' or five retirement funds So if I choose before I'm thirty I can lay in the sun My dividends can show and prove the REAL meanin of fun That's why I live by the sword but you can die by my gun The IRS'll never sweat me or even put up a fight Cause I'm sure I've paid more in taxes than you've made in yo' LIFE, because Don't play with that IRS man, I'll swear, ain't nothin more embarassin Than havin them come take all yo' shit out yo' crib man Don't think it can't happen to you man, I'm tellin you man Just like games on the street collect tax The government markin income towards collectin tax It happened to some of our heroes, Redd Foxx, Willie Nelson Peabo Bryson, knocked out one of yo' cribs, you don't even know it man (Whattup J.D.?) Women don't like a nigga who got the IRS all on they ass I'mma tell you like this And women these days don't want a man without a nice paycheck So we splurge, even though our lives ain't in the right place yet Buyin jewelry and some cars just to impress these whores Meanwhile your child's poor like, ""Daddy what you left me for?"" Yeah but it all comes back, that's why I named my daughter Karma Who's teachin me the lesson of life and makin me smarter I sweep her off her feet cause I'm her knight in shinin armor And I'll have your FUCKIN HEAD if anybody tries to harm her (kill yo' ass) Gotta teach her about the game that most us niggas'll spit And about these scandalous-ass women that get money through gifts They'll suck a cold hard wood for some cold hard cash Or ride a brother good then put a foot up on the gas Of that brand new ride.. Pick up her friends while you slip and she slide.. Drop top Benz, gold diggers inside.. crazy what the world'll do for money Thinkin that everything will be alright, cause - repeat to fade Yeh! They don't call it the root of all evil for nothin people Listen to my words, believe what I'm tryin to tell you man ""Money can't change ME!"" That's what e'rybody say man But you know what, money really can't change me I don't think it did, shit if it did somebody come tell me right now Everybody talkin 'bout, ""If I get rich I don't need all those cars I only need one or two cars,"" BULLSHIT! Hahaha I can't lie, I'm guilty of splurgin too man 'Til I learned the difference between assets and liabilities Really important man, I swear Sometimes I wish I didn't have all this money man ... nah I'm just playin, I'll work through my problems",25,23,8,27,31,42,63,22,18,50,0.9804
103,103,/songs/397,Ludacris,Last of a Dying Breed,https://genius.com/Ludacris-last-of-a-dying-breed-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/397,Theater of the Mind,2008-11-24," (Aowwww!) Luda! I done killed so many niggas in the booth I sell rappers on eBay (hey!) Cause every one of my verses been instant like replays (hey!) Speakers get blown like candles on yo' B-day (hey!) Cause Luda's catalog got mo' records than the DJ (woo!) The bank yells ""MAYDAY"" cause every day's a payday I put it on tape and then I'll sell it like Ray J But not out the sto' (nope) straight to the buyer Cause I slung 'em out my trunk like the D.C. sniper And six albums later you'll deposit every word 'Til your memory bank gives me the credit I deserve Top 5, damn right! But really it just hit me That three of yo' top 5's too scared to FUCK with me (woo!) So how can I advance if you don't give me no opponents? (yeah) How can you see the future if you livin for the moment? (yeah) Hip-Hop couldn't die, I never offer my condolence But I'll offer y'all a day of atonement - cause {w/ scratches by DJ Jaycee} I'm a lyricist to the death, so I got what you need Ludacris, I'm the last of a dyin breed And we almost extinct, so I'm sayin it loud Say it with me: MC means move the crowd (3x) {scratches: ""M-MC means move, means move... m-move... move the crowd""} I got it baby! And I'm an MC, I move the crowd like Moses Like the Red Sea I wear red like roses Go against me and you'll be dead like roses Spittin at your head, full of bread like toasters Never had a holster, I keep it on my lap And hip-hop ain't dead, it just had a heart attack But you see I keep it pumpin', yeah I got that heart back So just call me Lil Carter, or Lil Cardiac Precious like an artifact, valuable like a quarterback Hannibal like they call me Jack, throwback like a Starter hat Now how did he thought of that? I mean how did he think of that? I mean how did I think of that? Now like a rental, bring it back I mean how did I think of that? I surprise myself sometimes Someone should throw me a surprise party for every rhyme Every time I do it, I do it dirty like swine For the dirty and five, hip-hop, I'm alive! [Hook Two: Lil Wayne, Ludacris] {w/ scratches by DJ Jaycee} I'm a lyricist to the death and I got what you need Weezy F, the last of a dyin breed And we almost extinct, so I'm sayin it loud Say it with me MC means move the crowd (3x) {*scratches: ""M-MC means move, means move... m-move... move the crowd""*} (Aowwwww!) They say O'Reilly don't like him (nope), Oprah won't invite him (nope) The president denounced him (yeah) no one will announce him (no!) Controversial lyrics like I'm cryin for help I'm very talented, but I should be ashamed of myself (woo!) But this is my art (art) this is my music (hey!) I'm speakin from the heart, hit record and I'll lose it! Bite my tongue for no one, I'll put you on blast (blast) So all the news channels, y'all could kiss my ass! And if I dish it I could take it, fix it if you break it Could hit rock bottom and I'm STILL gon' make it (why?) Cause I'm a born hustler, natural survivor Seed of a gangsta, I put that on my father YouTube or Google me, turn it up and play it (hey!) Cause many people think it, I just had the balls to say it (what?) And risk losin everything, I stand for the weak Plus I live for my freedom of speech - cause ",14,16,9,13,12,25,29,12,15,15,0.9923
104,104,/songs/29567,Ludacris,Let's Stay Together,https://genius.com/Ludacris-lets-stay-together-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29567,Theater of the Mind,2008-11-24,"* iTunes bonus track Everybody's breaking-breaking up Let's stay together-gether-gether Let's stay together-gether-gether-gether Everybody's breaking-breaking up Let's stay together-gether-gether Let's stay together-gether-gether-gether Yeah, tell y'all a lil' story right quick, right Luda! First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up Somebody done called it quits Shit I thought Bobby and Whitney'd stay together forever If they made it that long; I guess the drugs weren't that strong And now it's Russell and Kimora, even Jordan and Juanita And to top it off, Brad left Jen for Angelina? What the hell is goin on in this world, this just can't be! If Will and Jada can do it then why can't we? Hillary's still with Bill Clinton, how do they do it? He got his dick sucked and the whole damn WORLD knew it Now Paul McCartney's losin half of his life All because he got divorced from his wife Somebody said it's cheaper to keep her, but not in K-Fed's case Cause Britney even had to pay for K-Fed's case Nick and Jessica, Trina and Wayne And if you broke up wit'cha girl I know ya feelin the pain, because + (Ludacris) Everybody's breaking-breaking up Let's stay together-gether-gether (United we stand, divided we fall) Let's stay together-gether-gether-gether (United we stand, divided we fall, c'mon!) Everybody's breaking-breaking up Let's stay together-gether-gether (United we stand, divided we fall) Let's stay together-gether-gether-gether (United we stand, divided we fall) First it was Shaq and Kobe, then Iverson and Philly T.O. and McNabb, even Game and 50 I guess sometimes you gotta let the past be the past But I'd give a hundred thou' to see Jay with Dame Dash B.G. with Lil Wayne, Juvenile and Turk Mannie Fresh with Baby, how can we make it work? Krunchie with Three-6, Diamond with Crime Mob Lauren Hill with the Fugees, Remy with Terror Squad Lil' Kim back with Cease, and Snoop with mo' Dre Dre with mo' Big Boi, CD's with mo' play What's Tribes with no Quest? Salt with no Pepa Even the Eagles broke up and got the fuck back together! Sellin millions of copies, and gettin that cash And Raz B said Chris Stokes was gettin that ass I don't even understand it, what the hell went wrong? Maybe folks'll wise up and take heed to this song, because I can't take it, no! At first Wu-Tang broke up, now O.D.B. is gone Then I'm hearin Cam'Ron don't talk to Jim Jones? Who'da saw that shit comin? Certainly not me Or the Dogg Pound break up, or Goodie Mo-B Then Shawnna almost jumped ship from D.T.P If Chingy left and came back then damnit, why can't she? We gotta think it's all for one, and one for all HIP-HOP! United we stand, divided we fall So why is - repeat to fade w/ ad libs",10,9,8,11,5,26,18,14,5,13,-0.9952
105,105,/songs/3104259,Ludacris,Llama Mama,https://genius.com/Ludacris-llama-mama-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/3104259,None,2017-10-04,"(Hey) Llama, llama (uh) Red pajama Reads a story with who? With his mama! (hey!) Mama kisses (what) Baby hair Mama llama goes all the way downstairs (ayy!) Llama llama (what?) Red pajama Feels alone with who? Without his mama (ayy!) Baby llama It wants a drink Mama's at the kitchen (what?) The kitchen sink I'm talkin' Llama llama (what) Red pajama (what) Calls down to (uhh) Mama llama (ayy) Mama says she'll be up soon Be up soon (soon!) Baby llama hums a tune Hums a tune (tune!) Llama llama Red pajama Waitin' waitin' What's he waitin' fo'? Waitin' fo' his mama! Mama isn't comin' yet Comin' yet (yet) Baby llama starts to fret Starts to fret! (fret) Llama llama Red pajama Whimpers softly fo' his mama Mama, what'ya doin'? Cause I hear her on the phone Llama starts to moan What'ya wanna do I play that mama goin' home! Llama llama red pajama Listens kinda quiet Fo' his mama What that llama doin'? He's boo-hooin'! And hooin' And I'm scewin' Im takin' it to adult version What'ya doin'?! Ruined ruined ruined!",3,4,3,8,5,7,6,6,1,0,-0.8529
106,106,/songs/62179,Ludacris,Ludacrismas,https://genius.com/Ludacris-ludacrismas-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/62179,None,2017-10-04," Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus Right down Santa Claus lane All his reindeer, all his reindeer Pulling on the reins Bells are ringing Children singing Bells are ringing Children sing - b-bells are, bells are ringing Children singing Santa Claus comes to town Yeah, I tell em all I want for chistmas is two gold front teeth And ten carat diamonds on a fat gold wreath That I could wear around my neck Get money and respect Tell Santa Claus to bring a ten million dollar check So I could spread a little cheer Fly a couple leers Eat a little chicken, drink a couple beers Kick back and just chill like a player would do Remix all the Christmas carols then I play 'em for you Luda! Turn it up until I wake up all the neighbours They say that I’m a nuissance but I say they all some haters Just because I’m poor they always calling me a faker And cause my Christmas tree's decorated in toilet paper But little do they know They 'bout to see a show Cause when they come up out the house I’m gonna blast 'em with some snow Frosty’s never seen nothing quite like this And St. Nick’s never seen nothing quite like Cris So um… Yeah, chestnuts roasting on the fire in the hills But down below we firing up the barbeque grills Ice skating in the driveway I'mma do it my way Eggnogs got daddy swerving on the highway Stains on the tires, ice up on the window 10 degress Fahrenheit freezing as the wind blow Help me take my boots off And my snow suit off Get up in the house and my nose is redder than Rudolph's I think I need some help With the buckle on my belt And if Santa doesn’t show I want his cookies and his milk Tell him i need a jacket, new Jordans and a XBox New suits for church and a couple pairs of dress socks Stuff my stocking with Jolly Ranchers and candy canes Invite my aunties and uncles, let's do the family thing Meanwhile I'm hoping Santa got my wishlist So I could wake up to a very merry Cris'mas Oh yeah, I hear the sleigh bells ringing and the jingle bells rock Santa never seen the jingle bells on my block I hear he’s making that list, checking the thing twice I guess it’s probably cause I been naughty not nice But I'mma straighten up my act Get up on track Make a couple bucks and buy Mama a Cadillac And then maybe Santa Claus will come around my way So all the kids on my block can look up and say ""hey!"" ",7,11,6,6,14,14,19,2,7,11,0.9346
107,107,/songs/730073,Ludacris,Ludaversal (Intro),https://genius.com/Ludacris-ludaversal-intro-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/730073,Ludaversal,2015-03-31," Mic check, 1 2 I'm just going to get right to it Luda! Ain't nobody fuckin' with me when it come to getting lyrical Murdering the rapper and killing beats nigga I'm cinematic making everybody panic I be bustin' like a fully automatic feel the heat nigga! We can battle in the Phantom in Atlanta the rover in Minnesota or the Arizona streets nigga They sayin' all these offensive lines I snapback it's the quarterback sneak nigga! One time for the sneak dissers Ol' puss ass fuckboys say my name! Anybody coming at me know I never back down killing a rapper is my claim to fame! You lame And my flow is what expose in these hoes even on a nigga worst day They say Luda don't want it no mo' No nigga I'm as hungry as the first day What you want how you want it you can get I'm the definition of a real g from the south side The crime scene be the studio get the yellow tape and the chalk and I'm leaving everybody outline I'm all about mine Getting paid getting laid getting clothes getting hoes getting green back Used be like everybody is a lil kid now Big Boy, outcast like three stacks Laying all it in the Cadillac with a red bone giving me dome my music on with the seats back Ludacris this is album number 8 and my pockets gonna be straight Even if a nigga leak that Timmy all up on the David Banner track with Janet Jack in the back like ""Damn Luda freak that!"" Break it down like you dropping to the ground but we like the 808 in Atlanta so bring the beat back Sample had to eat that Couldn't control alt or delete that But put any other rapper on the track and I guarantee they'll never know how to treat that I'm a boss I'm a king I'm a legend Imma drill it in your head till you doze off And I just so happen to be the type of rapper that make your women want to take her clothes off So let's get to the action Let's get to the show I'm been getting to the Forbes list six year straight let's get to the do' Shout out to the Luda Nation All my fans just got live And they waitin' for everybody to put me in the rapper category of ya top five Let me get it back Ever since I Came in the game it ain't never been the same Can't nobody do it like me Is it ever gonna be another Luda you know that'll never happen that's highly unlikely Knowing that I'm better than everybody you put me up against I'm in the hall of fame So fuck call to call we can go bar for bar I'll put your name up on the wall of shame And everyday is the same thing Looking for another way for me to make paper I think it's time for every single rapper to go to church Whoever is my opponent you better pray first They like ""Luda why you rapping so fast?"" I'm like ""Bitch why you listen too slow?"" I'm the truth in the booth and they can't keep up hardly cause I always hit em with a new flow And the two door with the coup low with the Hublot off the window with the two low blades from the top like judo listening to bruno on the way to school though getting kudos from a few hoes and they from the choose though Cuz I'm numero uno and the crew know it's a couple loop holes when it come to fluke hoes cuz some of they pussy bite like Cujo But back to the you know who I can't stop till you tell me I'm the greatest If you need a reminder then put the whole song on repeat and continue to play this Better turn your stereo louder Listen up and let me preach And let's get arrested for disturbing the peace ",15,17,9,13,8,21,25,7,8,19,0.9837
108,108,/songs/711594,Ludacris,Lunch Money Ludaverses Freestyle,https://genius.com/Ludacris-lunch-money-ludaverses-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/711594,None,2015-02-19," Smoke somethin', yeah I desire another blunt Get 'em lit and keep 'em fired like Donald Trump Back of the 'Lac, ?slash? the trunk gotta dump- Speakers on Hercules pockets on Professor Klump Fuck y'all, I'm riding until the muffler drags Slap a bitch silly put a milli in my duffle bag Hustle back, growlin' like a wolf that's on Wall Street Mink on my floorboards, ostrich on my car seats And the steering wheel I paid a couple G's for it Dashboard lookin' like a chopped down a tree for it Lumberjack with tracks got yo girl on her back Keep dimes with me like a nigga sellin sacks- I'm trapped In between a rock and a hard place Smokin' a Cohiba in the tub like I'm Scarface Me that's who, bitch I'm a renegade- Old school Chevy breakin' speeds on the interstate New school rappers spit a verse getting choked up Backwards ass niggas takin' shots then they post up Me I'm shooting threes from the N-C-double-A line Burn like these niggas vampires in the daytime Last Boy Scout last real nigga reppin' What's three strikes to a third-time felon ?Nathan? all you rappers subliminal when you say thangs Playing on these tracks and get hit by a freight train",11,4,7,6,2,13,4,3,4,5,-0.9536
109,109,/songs/730820,Ludacris,Lyrical Healing,https://genius.com/Ludacris-lyrical-healing-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/730820,Ludaversal,2015-03-31," Ey man, if you got a problem with somebody Whatever happened to approaching them? Looking at em eye to eye Too much tweefin' going on in this world Thumb thuggin' is at an all-time high They startin' to take this shit a lil too far Jack Rappers all in they feelings Well here goes a little lyrical healing And hip hop is, uh Too many rappers gettin' sensitive Ya'll should start a pussy ass nigga initiative Cuz even when I'm not mic'd up I'll fuck your life up Come to your show when ya crowdsurfin' and hold a knife up I tell your momma you ain't shit I hope you skydive and all land in an alligator pit Your album ain't shit, you couldn't sell it at an auction Your five minutes is up, like Antoine Dodson Meanwhile that Mary Jane got me wiser And Mr. Jack Daniels is my spiritual advisor Now everybody said I'm strapped and I'm too scary And keep a hand under the pillow like the tooth fairy Your favorite rapper say I'm sick and they ain't no antidote They kidnapping my flows they ain't even leave a ransom note Your shit is faker than the knockoff man I'll make you niggas quit rappin' start a hot dog stand",7,9,6,3,5,10,9,4,3,6,-0.9734
110,110,/songs/155467,Ludacris,Mad Fo,https://genius.com/Ludacris-mad-fo-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/155467,#IDGAF,2013-05-24," 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 be a hater” Tell me why you mad fo' (Remo the Hitmaker) Hey, listen here, Luda, we gotta keep it real, boy We gon' do it like this, baby Listen here, you know what I'm saying? Luda 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 Yeah, time to start putting grown-ass men on time out Tell me what they mad fo' Huh? Tell me what they mad fo' Go to the corner and cry somewhere, man Tell me what they mad fo' Old insecure ass, nigga, yo heart pump Kool-Aid, man Tell me what they mad fo' What you mad at me for? Luda Is it 'cause I got houses on every coast? Or that I'm on that Forbes list makin' rich rappers look broke? While they're blowin' that smoke, I'm blowin' a couple million, makin' a killin' stuntin' on impostors Only rapper in the game with a Grammy and an Oscar (and the winner is...) 7-figure movie deals, 8 figure bank runs And I'm still feedin' the same hood that I came from (yeah!) Any car that you got, I've already drove Any chick that you hit, my nigga, I've already hoed (I did, ow!) Say it with your chest like these diamonds in my charm Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm (oh!) Air traffic control say, “Ludacris is insane” That niggas daughter's birthday's the tail number on his plane (tell 'em, real talk) Fuck with me but nobody's fuckin' with me Takin' a shot 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 (why?) So will somebody, can somebody please Tell me what they mad fo', ah, come around the hood See us sitting there looking good, skrrt Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause you be on the radio, yeah Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo', ha Tell me what they mad fo' Is you niggas hatin' 'cause you mad Or is you mad 'cause you hatin'? Tell me what they mad fo' Choose one, hater Tell me what they mad fo' Now if these niggas hatin' on me, I'ma kill 'em dead If I wasn't rappin' I'd be probably be in the feds In the cell, gettin' mail, with a million dollar bail But instead of countin' blues, I'ma take this YSL And this Gucci, and this Louis, Prada 'cause I'm hotter I used to ball in Philly, with that nina Iguodala I beefs up in my Beamer, check aboard my collar (skrrt) And when I check my bank account, I'm checkin' for them commas I'm like all these niggas haters, all these bitches fuckin' At 24 I went and bought a Ghost like it was nothin' At 25 I bought that Aston Martin, now we stuntin' And you nigga still talkin' all this money, shit, you bluffin' You bluffin', you bluffin', I really think you bluffin' 100,000 dollars, magnum bottles just crush 'em Now tell me why you hatin'? You hatin' 'cause you mad? Or is you mad because you hatin'? Boy, you sad 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' Huh, tell me what they mad fo' Tell me what they mad fo' Tell me what they mad fo' Haha, look, yeah, okay I see why you mad, I'm countin' all this money And I'm poppin' all these tags, hoppin' to it, fuckin' bunnies Real nigga, one hundred, you tryna do it, I done it I spit sick on this rap shit, make 'em sick to they stomach I'm clean, man, you hate, mad 'cause I make it keep it real with a real nigga I got racks on racks and a black Maybach, call it black on black 'cause I kill niggas In the club, all girls, no niggas, don't talk to me 'cause I ain't really tryna hear niggas In the coupe, it's the truth and the roof go poof, vamoose, I can make it disappear, nigga See this the type of shit that I be sayin' Just because I'm ballin', that don't mean a nigga playin' Yup, haters can blow me like a fan Flyer than a bitch, I don't think I'ma ever land But in the meantime, baby, what's your plan? You can call me daddy but I can't be your man Fiendin' like the addicts, when I pull it out, they panic Bi-bi-bitch, I do damage, you gon' need an ambulance 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' Huh, tell me what they mad fo' Showtime Tell me what they mad fo' Put one hand in the air if you know somebody That's mad at you right now for no reason Tell me what they mad fo' Can you hear me now? Ayy Ayy, ridin' around in my Jeep, bumpin' that 2Pac (ayy, ayy) I'm walkin' around in my hood, cocked back two Glocks (bam) 98 in my status, I came back, I'm the baddest Christian's on my feet, I told you, I'm the baddest (damn, ayy) All the way in Paris, don't talk, you'll get embarrassed (yeah) My watch is fuckin' up, yeah, you get embarrassed (ayy) 500 hunnid on them racks, pulled out them stacks (get 'em, Gs) Niggas talkin' crazy, drop top Maybachs (ow!) My life is just ludicrous, sucker, you just new to this 430's pullin' up, godddamn we do this shit Chickens and the waffles, chillin' in the villa Bumpin' Ludaversal, gettin' that scrilla Tell me what they mad fo', huh, come around the hood, ayy See us sitting there looking good Ladies and gentleman Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Ha, tell me what they mad fo' Yuugh Tell me what they mad fo' Woo Tell me what they mad fo' Hey Luda, you know why these haters mad right? Tell me what they mad fo' The truth shall set you free If you sellin' all the records and you fuckin' all the bitches And you sit a top of the charts and you livin' out your wishes With your chains all smothered and your watches all glittered And your Ghost and your Phantoms all comin' home to visit Or maybe 'cause your bitches was never really your bitches With your baby mama fuckin' every rapper in the business Niggas sayin' you was better when the drugs was in your system Now your crack swag gone ever since you came from prison Got you tweetin' all stupid, is you skatin', is you dissin'? Found out your Ghost leased and your Phantom just rented Won’t need it in your name like Pac when he went missin' Makaveli lives on so I'm ridin' on you bitches Hail Mary be the witness, Lord Willin', I was dealin' Stupid motherfuckin' five star, tatted on his ceilin' Bulls eye, be the motherfuckin' target for this killin' Ain't y'all the motherfuckers with the millions? 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' Huh, tell me what they mad fo' Tell me what they mad fo' Tell me what they mad fo'",79,22,76,82,20,100,55,74,12,38,-0.9998
111,111,/songs/29526,Ludacris,Midnight Train,https://genius.com/Ludacris-midnight-train-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29526,Incognegro,1999-05-16," Ooh, hey yeah Do you know how to leave, ride...ride 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 motherfuckin' 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' Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia, ride Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia, ride 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 Over Georgia Then underground, my Tuesdays would be packed when I got older If I told you one, I told ya ass a thousand times I got em' all in check when it comes to bustin' rhymes Don't sweat the technique 'cause I just move the crowd My mob's deep of alcoholics, people label us loud because we ride Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia, ride Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia, ride See I felt my bones jump as I crossed the road I heard the squad was wiped up so I flipped my mode On my way to D-E-C, baby can't you see That Decatur is totally to B-I-G for thee Lost Boyz ridin' around in Jeeps, Lex Luth's, and Beamers Yo cars get scooped just like Regina carpet cleaners It's Stone Mountain Cats puttin' it down They played Kurupt so I just gave all my dogs a pound Now my conflict was crucial off some hay I smoked I should be gettin' it 'cause life is too got damn short And now my mind's playin' tricks and my boys actin' ghetto Back to the C-P, I put the pedal to the metal God bless the child that's just got his own Since I was a juvenile makin' cash money at home I'm from a boy to a man, I've reached the end of my road It's Ludacris signin' off till the next episode, let's ride Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia, ride Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia, ride 'Cause it's the A-T-L Where all the pimps and the playas just dwell We get the cash and the ass then bail We leave a trace but never leave a trail Say it again Where all the pimps and the playas just dwell We get the cash and the ass then bail We leave a trace but never leave a trail ",15,19,8,13,18,32,24,13,13,16,0.4547
112,112,/songs/1137755,Ludacris,Midnight Train (feat. Chimere),https://genius.com/Ludacris-midnight-train-feat-chimere-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1137755,None,2017-10-04,"(feat. Chimere) Ooh, hey yeah Do you know how to leave, ride...ride 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 motherfuckin' 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' Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia, riiide Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia, riiide 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 Over Georgia Then underground, my Tuesdays would be packed when I got older If I told you one, I told ya ass a thousand times I got em' all in check when it comes to bustin' rhymes Don't sweat the technique cause I just move the crowd My mob's deep of alcoholics, people label us loud because we ride See I felt my bones jump as I crossed the road I heard the squad was wiped up so I flipped my mode On my way to D-E-C, baby can't you see That Decatur is totally to B-I-G for thee Lost Boyz ridin' around in Jeeps, Lex Luth's, and Beamers Yo cars get scooped just like Regina carpet cleaners It's Stone Mountain Cats puttin' it down They played Kurupt so I just gave all my dogs a pound Now my conflict was crucial off some hay I smoked I should be gettin' it cause life is too got damn short And now my mind's playin' tricks and my boys actin' ghetto Back to the C-P, I put the pedal to the metal God bless the child that's just got his own Since I was a juvenile makin' cash money at home I'm from a boy to a man, I've reached the end of my road It's Ludacris signin' off till the next episode, let's ride Cause it's the A-T-L Where all the pimps and the playas just dwell We get the cash and the ass then bail We leave a trace but never leave a trail Say it again Where all the pimps and the playas just dwell We get the cash and the ass then bail We leave a trace but never leave a trail [Chimere ad-libs to fade]",15,20,8,13,19,33,25,13,14,16,0.4547
113,113,/songs/580076,Ludacris,Money Counter (Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-money-counter-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/580076,LudaVerses ,2015-01-02," You know what I don't have to answer to you You ain't my bitch Know 'whaa I sayin? So shit man, fuck it! I got the whole world scared like ebola nigga I told my bitch share with her friend like Coca-Cola nigga I can't recall the last time I was sober nigga One life to live I think I'm gonna be dranking till it's over nigga Fuck my liver and my lungs im a stoner If they go bad, Ima find me a donor Ran out of rolling papers up at the crib Fucked around and smoked on my high school diploma Im smart (I'm smart) You could say I got the highest grade man Yo bitch for my bitch naw thats not really a trade man My life is a little bit different than yours Bitches are a little bit thicker than yours Whips are a little bit quicker than yours And my crib is a little bit sicker than yours God bless the child that's got his own nigga I phone my lawyers like E.T. be phoning home nigga Like where that check, get that check Everyday nigga better chase that check Fans head bobbing to the verse that I spit But I won't be satisfied till they break that neck That's Luda (That's Luda) I swear that nigga be going ham samich And these rappers couldn't leave their mark in ce-ment With they hands planted Yall here for today Gone by tonight Sell a couple records and it's all by he height Niggas do it for a little fame and some change I do it for hip hop, turntables, and a mic Im still right in my chapter in that rapper hall of fame nigga Hip hop's my stomping ground, go back to where you came nigga Hahahaa",9,6,9,10,7,12,11,7,3,9,0.6418
114,114,/songs/5826,Ludacris,Money Maker,https://genius.com/Ludacris-money-maker-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/5826,Release Therapy,2006-07-17," Shake your money maker Like somebody's bout to pay ya I see you on my radar Don't you act like you're afraid of shit You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Shake your money maker Like somebody's bout to pay ya Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Shake, shake, shake your money maker Like you were shaking it for some paper It took your momma 9 months to make ya Might as well shake what your momma gave ya You, you lookin' good in them jeans I bet you'd look even better with me in between I keep my mind on my money - money on my mind But you's a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind I got J.O. up on my right side pourin' some cups My whole hood is to my left and they ain't givin a fuck So feel free to get loose and get carried away So by tomorrow you forgot what you were saying today But don't forget about this feeling that I am making you get And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat The mile-high points you earn when we taking my jet and How everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet cause you can Shake your money maker Like somebody's bout to pay ya I see you on my radar Don't you act like you're afraid of shit You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Shake your money maker Like somebody's bout to pay ya Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Switch, switch, switch it from right to left And switch it till you running right out of breath And take a break until you ready again And you can invite over as many friends as You want to but I really want you Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you something to bump to hey Luda - I'm at the top of my game You want my hands from your bottom to the top of your frame And I - just wanna take a little ride on your curves And get erotic giving your body just what it deserves and Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius Yepp call me the renaissance man get up and I stay harder then a cinderblock man Hey I'm just a bedroom gangster And I've been meaning to tell that I really must thank ya when you Shake your money maker Like somebody's bout to pay ya I see you on my radar Don't you act like you're afraid of shit You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Shake your money maker Like somebody's bout to pay ya Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Rock rock, rock it an make it work, girl Please don't stop it until it hurts, girl You - you been looking a little tipsy So if you could just shake it a little this way See I'm a member of the BBC The original breadwinner of DTP You the center of attention that is distracting the squad Cause everybody in the campus like - OH MY GOD she can Shake your money maker Like somebody's bout to pay ya I see you on my radar Don't you act like you're afraid of shit You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Shake your money maker Like somebody's bout to pay ya Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey",36,42,11,16,34,32,56,9,24,51,0.9719
115,115,/songs/60881,Ludacris,Mouthing Off,https://genius.com/Ludacris-mouthing-off-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/60881,Incognegro,1999-05-16," I make niggas eat dirt and fart dust Then give you a eighty dollar gift certificate to Pussies ""Я"" Us I eat the whole pie and leave nothing but the crust So you can feel what it's like with instinct, but no guts A sack with no nuts or a mack with no sluts Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched They call me Seymour Butz, 'cause I get more ass than most They say I'm Next and got that Butta Love, and get Too Close Follow the leader 'cause I'm meaner than abdullah oblongata My Tribe's on more Quests than Midnight Marauders It's all piña coladas, no cops and robbers Taking 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, then you's a motherfucking liar! Entitled to your opinion, into the next millennium So many Major Coinz that I thought I had Amil-ion [Verse 2: 4-IZE] Yo, I am going to blow up the Earth With my Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator Buddha be praised, you meditator Drop Squad interrogator, 85 percent regulator The Educator and the Almighty Creator, dedicator The separator of fiction, I spark friction Smoking ""Hay"" without the Crucial Confliction 4-Ize prescription, microphone, Jackie Stallone Psychic prediction, Egyptian description Of my physical, my flesh is weak and it's pitiful Spiritual is hooked up to the invisible Umbilical cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Devine Kah Remove paper of tar from every cigar I slap authority like Gabor, Zsa Zsa Half Allah, Half Antichrist Superstar Rocking the microphone with a hand like Dr. Claw While I'm hitting trees harder than Sonny Bono Double Dragon, mixed up with an Abobo I kill villains in slow-mo for talking crazy in my dojo Got nothing to lose, like I'm a boxcar hobo When I get Ludacris with Bridges on the promo Niggas wanna clown, I'm Homey and Bozo 'Cause in the Grand Prize Game, my Life Calling like Jo Jo The name sticks like pogo I keep it realer than alien autopsy photo You similar to a Spice Girl going solo You lost like BeBe, or a dog named Toto My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo We Cop Robo, Virgo Bust ass like a motherfucking homo, como estas? Tony Del Negro, built to destroy these kids' blocks of Legos L'eggo my Eggo 'cause I say so Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted Manifested, elevated, I uplifted The elevator, the escalator, ""That's not a knife? That's a knife!"" Crocodile Dundee, the alligator rustler 'Cause I hustle ya, under the China Big Trouble, little sewer, but still I find ya 'Cause I'm stinky, manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky Yo, my third eye is blinky",10,8,13,15,8,23,22,9,9,10,-0.9867
116,116,/songs/29547,Ludacris,Mouths to Feed,https://genius.com/Ludacris-mouths-to-feed-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29547,Release Therapy,2007-02-12," Stop moving so slow (I got mouths to feed) Hurry up and let's go (I got mouths to feed) Rain hail sleet snow (I got mouths to feed) So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper Stop moving so slow (I got mouths to feed) Hurry up and let's go (I got mouths to feed) Rain hail sleet snow (I got mouths to feed) So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary Cause paychecks are coming up shorter than February Can't get a real job, I never finished school Can't get no new clothes, I wore the same tennis shoes But now the game's changed, I'm all about the hustle And even Hogan Knows Best, I'm all about the muscle I'm all about my team, I'm all about my green I'm 'bout supply and demand, I'm 'bout to serve the fiends And I'm a workin dream, I keep the circuit clean See I'm the fucking future, I'm a working machine Don't trust a soul I'm the only one watching my C.R.E.A.M So I stay in heavy rotation like a washing machine Stop moving so slow (I got mouths to feed) Hurry up and let's go (I got mouths to feed) Rain hail sleet snow (I got mouths to feed) So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper Stop moving so slow (I got mouths to feed) Hurry up and let's go (I got mouths to feed) Rain hail sleet snow (I got mouths to feed) So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper Motherfucker I'm a monster in this game, I turn 20 into 50 50 to a hundred and a hundred to a Bentley A Bentley to a building and a building to a 'scraper Can't keep up with the news but I get that Daily Paper And you's a daily hater cause my foot game is major After a while, crocodile, see you later alligator My baby need new shoes, her momma need Giuseppe's Mercedes need new shoes surrounded with Pirellis A finger to the world, paid my dues and I'm ready To pack up all the tools and just cruise in the Chevy Million dollar deals making moves on my celly Cause I owe it to my girl to put food in her belly Stop moving so slow (I got mouths to feed) Hurry up and let's go (I got mouths to feed) Rain hail sleet snow (I got mouths to feed) So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper Stop moving so slow (I got mouths to feed) Hurry up and let's go (I got mouths to feed) Rain hail sleet snow (I got mouths to feed) So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper Wake up and smell the coffee, it's time to make the doughnuts A kid who had a kid, my kid made me a grown-up You ever threaten mines I won't resist to put the chrome up My guns'll be like gang signs (always getting thrown up) Atlanta put your zone up, we true to these streets I got 12 hungry artists, whole CREW gotta eat So hell NO I don't sleep, I'm like an Energizer battery Got 19 employees, I gotta pay they salary My momma quit her job and I retired my pops Got killers on the payroll, I hired some cops I accept responsibility, they all pay rent So if it don't make dollars then it don't make sense Stop moving so slow (I got mouths to feed) Hurry up and let's go (I got mouths to feed) Rain hail sleet snow (I got mouths to feed) So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper Stop moving so slow (I got mouths to feed) Hurry up and let's go (I got mouths to feed) Rain hail sleet snow (I got mouths to feed) So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper",18,19,3,8,9,40,31,1,26,29,-0.9585
117,117,/songs/714,Ludacris,Move Bitch,https://genius.com/Ludacris-move-bitch-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/714,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27," 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 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 Oh no! The fight's out I'm 'bout to punch your lights out Get the fuck back, guard your grill There's something wrong, we can't stay still I've been dranking and busting too And I been thanking of busting you Upside your motherfuckin' forehead And if your friends jump in, they'll be mo' dead Causing confusion, Disturbin' Tha Peace It's not an illusion, we runnin' the streets So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers Is there a bumper on your ass? No nigga! I'm doing 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 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 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 Here I come, here 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 curtains down I fuck the crowd up — that's what I do Young and successful — a sex symbol The bitches want me to fuck 'em — true, true Hold up, wait up, shorty Oh what's up, getting my dick sucked, what are you doing? Besides minding my fuckin' business Trying to get my paper, child support suing Give me that truck and take that rental back Who bought these fucking TV's and jewelry bitch, tell me that No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck But I'ma tell you like this bitch You better not walk in front of my tour bus 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 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 [Verse 3: I-20] 2-0, I'm on the right track Beef, got the right mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back We buying bars out, showing scars out We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out Grab the pills 'cause we popping tonight Beat the shit outta of security for stopping the fight I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris I'm selling shit up in the club like I work in that bitch Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggas We on the dance floor, throwing bows, beating up niggas I'm from the Dec', try to disrespect D.T.P. And watch the bottles start flying from the V.I.P. Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party So move bitch, get out the way ho All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0 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 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",56,15,43,50,12,60,18,43,3,14,-0.9996
118,118,/songs/3211150,Ludacris,Move Circulation,https://genius.com/Ludacris-move-circulation-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/3211150,None,2017-10-04,"See no Demo sonnan ja dame Mou sonnan ja hora Kokoro wo shinka suru yo Motto motto 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 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 Oh no! The fight's out I'm bout to punch your lights out Get the fuck back, guard your grill There's something wrong, we can't stay still I've been dranking and busting too And I been thanking of busting you Upside your motherfuckin' forehead And if your friends jump in, they'll be mo' dead Causing confusion, Disturbin' Tha Peace It's not an illusion, we running the streets So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers Is there a bumper on your ass? No nigga! I'm doing 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 abouts to get ran the fuck over 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 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 Here I come, here 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 curtains down I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do Young and successful - a sex symbol The bitches want me to fuck 'em",24,8,19,22,7,25,11,19,3,8,-0.9985
119,119,/songs/59524,Ludacris,Muthafucka Can U Buy That,https://genius.com/Ludacris-muthafucka-can-u-buy-that-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/59524,1.21 Gigawatts: Back To the First Time,2011-11-15," That's thirty five thousand dollars cash money No, that's thirty five thousand plus one right? The one I gave you? No, you gave me six though right? I had one and it was thirty five thousand plus one plus six makes seven Thirty five thousand dollars and seven right? Mothafucka can you buy that? (Mothafucka can you buy that? Buy that? Buy that?) I could buy that (Mothafucka can you buy that? Buy that? Buy that?) I could buy that (Mothafucka can you buy that? Buy that? Buy that?) I could buy that Awww, here this nigga Luda go again talking 'bout how much money he got and shit! Luda! oh no, don't try that Twenty million dollar crib motherfucker I could buy that You can see me in a fly 'lac Maserati's, Lamborghini's or a mutherfuckin' Maybach Lay back making pay stacks Conjure on the rocks, don't chase that Buss all in your bitch face, and like Puff, tell her take that, take that! Champagne by the boatload Keep a bottle of a Veuve Clicquot in a choke hold I'm rough I choke hoes, cockin' a magnum like 44′s Get it? I'm loco! I know people mob like no does All night with the door closed Women jumpin' on my stick like pogo's Higher, my rubbers all rotate like tires I fuck the bitch before I fuck you Damn right I'm tired! I'm filthy rich, bitch, go spend some mula I went to the dealership and the Ferrari dude was like errr Luda? Muthafucka can you buy that? (buy that, buy that) I could buy that! Muthafucka can you buy that? (buy that, buy that) I could buy that! Muthafucka can you buy that? (buy that, buy that) Big Bank take Little bank nigga, I could buy that Muthafucka can you buy that? (buy that, buy that) Your money is my money I can buy that! I can buy that shit No nigga can even deny that shit Pull up at the light with a hottie in a Bugatti And whatever you driving you better hide that shit Oh, fuck your life, kill yourself nigga Go buy a casket, and bill yourself nigga! You can find me freaking a Puerto Rican Or down in Panama with the stamina of an athlete Overlooking the women in Guatemala, Tahiti They in bikini's I'm running them like a track meet Bloaw! Ready, set go, I'm so outrageous Yo' money is tied up, bitch my money is the dominatrix Yo' money's funny, my money's mean Yo' money's scummy, my money's clean Yo' money is... stupid My money is ""get over here, finish him. hadouken"" ",27,17,10,9,15,20,20,8,14,19,-0.9955
120,120,/songs/29564,Ludacris,MVP,https://genius.com/Ludacris-mvp-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29564,Theater of the Mind,2008-11-24," I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit! [Hook: Ludacris w/ DJ Premier scratches] ""Here I am"" ""I'm the man"" ""Word!"" 'DTP's about that bomb shit!"" ""LUDA!"" When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blast Your flow's garbage, I throw it in the trash I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit Rewind the verse, make the track do a back flip Your speakers poppin on a handstand They sneak dissin niggas, throwin little jabs like Bam Bam But I'm a bad man, they amateurs like at Apollo I wipe em off the stage like Sandman God damn man, what the hell you smokin on? It's Ludacris, I got more cheese than provolone And the chrome is home, so I'm never home alone And only keep friends with two X chromosomes So I command all these rappers, put the mic down Throw a grenade in your mouth, nigga bite down! Because I'm back with Premo on the track Takin it to the essence, showin niggas how to rap [Hook: Ludacris w/ DJ Premier scratches] ""Here I am"" ""I'm the man"" ""Word!"" 'DTP's about that bomb shit!"" ""LUDA!"" Still hungry as the day I began, I heat the booth up so much The engineer caught a muthafuckin tan I'm the truth when it comes to it (true!) I hold hip-hop for hostage, since 2000, I put a gun to it And I run through it, like a Jamaican Bolt And everyday's a vacation on Jamaican smoke Cloud your whole block, talk shit and hear the fo' pop One, two and it don't stop And my delivery's invadin your vicinity Hennessey is my remedy, taking shots like Kennedy And I been a G for a long time To these streets, I'm connected like I'm online On time for whatever And every time an album drop, I drop BIG like Voletta I'm ahead of the competition, they wishin that I just fade off My career for your life, let's trade off [Hook: Ludacris w/ DJ Premier scratches] ""Here I am"" ""I'm the man"" ""Word!"" 'DTP's about that bomb shit!"" ""LUDA!"" Eight years in the game, ain't a damn thang changed So I brought it back to one of the tracks Of where the damn thang came And he goin down in history, cause he don't sleep And he the first southern rapper on a Premo beat I ate the kick and the snare, the samples always taste fine And I shoot a hot 16 from the baseline I'm on point like CP3 And I'll be goin down in rap as the MVP [Hook: Ludacris w/ DJ Premier scratches] ""Here I am"" ""I'm the man"" ""Word!"" 'DTP's about that bomb shit!"" ""LUDA!""",25,14,14,15,5,34,23,8,9,12,-0.9892
121,121,/songs/396,Ludacris,My Chick Bad,https://genius.com/Ludacris-my-chick-bad-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/396,Battle of the Sexes,2010-02-23," My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (DTP!) My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours Listen, I'm sayin' my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagger don't stop, her body won't quit So fool pipe down, you ain't talkin 'bout shit M-m-my chick bad, tell me if you seen her She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena All white top, all white belt And all white jeans, body lookin like milk No-no time for games, she's full grown My chick bad, tell yo' chick to go home My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (Let's go!) My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours Now-now-now-now-now-now, now your girl might be sick but my girl's sicker She rides that dick and she handles her liquor Will knock a bitch out, annnnd fight Comin' out swingin' like Tiger Woods' wife Yeahhh, she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up they chest like pasties Couple girlfriends and they ALL a little crazy Comin down the street like a parade, Macy's (Whoo!) I fill 'er up, balloons Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons D'oh, but I ain't talkin 'bout Homer Chick's so bad the whole crew wanna bone her, yeah My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad (and I'm lovin' it!), my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours Young, now-now-now-now Now all these bitches wanna try and be my besty But I take a left and leave them hangin' like a teste Trash talk to 'em then I put 'em in a Hefty Runnin' down the court I'm dunkin' on 'em, Lisa Leslie It-it-it-it-it's goin' down, basement Friday the 13th, guess who's playing Jason Tuck yourself in, you better hold onto your teddy It's Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playin' Freddy My chick bad, chef cookin' for me They say my shoe game crazy, the mental asylum lookin for me (Ha ha ha ha), you a rookie to me I'm in that wham-bam purple Lam, damn bitch you been a fan My chick bad (don't get scared now, haha!), my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (Disturbing Tha Peace!) My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours Luda, DTP And when we all alone, I might just tip her She slides down the pole, like a certified stripper When we all alone I might tip, tip her She slides down the pole, like a certified stripper When-when we all alone, I might just tip her She slides down the pole, like a certified stripper When we all alone, I might just tip her She slides down the pole, like a certified stripper, I kinda like that",53,9,47,51,7,62,12,39,5,11,-0.9971
122,122,/songs/29565,Ludacris,Nasty Girl,https://genius.com/Ludacris-nasty-girl-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29565,Theater of the Mind,2008-11-24," A lady in the street but a freak in the bed Lady in the street but a freak in the bed... Lady in the street but a freak in the bed Lady in the street but a freak in the bed See she makes her own money, pays her own bills Always stays fly, keeps it so real But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup) Behind closed do's she a nasty girl She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass Walks so proper, talks with such class But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup) Behind closed do's she a nasty girl Yeah, I met this girl named Keisha, she was so sweet (yup) Nails stay manicured, pretty little feet (woo!) Shoes so sexy, body so hot Hair lookin like she just came from the shop Legs so smooth, clothes so tight Style so sexy, makeup just right Never too much, never too little Black lace bra, Vickie Secrets in the middle Eyes so innocent, smile so bright Works in the mornin but she'll party all night All for her man, all cause she bout it All cause she crazy in love and don't doubt it Product of her birthplace, know about the streets Clean in the workplace, dirty in the sheets Keeps her own toaster, makes her own bread Lady in the STREET but a freak in the bed, cause Okay, okay, haha I got a college girl who go to church e'ry Sunday Had her sneak out of choir rehearsal to put it on me But she's so innocent, when she ridin, mami One thing about her, she get her own money Gave it to her yesterday while she was doin laundry Favorite chore of mine, it's my lil' bunny Bow-legged and classy, such a real woman Sex all night, go to work e'ry mornin Text me from work and told me she was horny Text her back and told her, ""Me too mami"" When you get off work, daddy gon' punish You my nasty girl forever I promise I got a doctor girlfriend that tells me, ""Come home soon!"" She plays like my house is her emergency room Tells me to undress and to lay on the sofa Checks all my vitals like a doc's supposed ta All white coat, all white heels And nothin underneath so it's an all night deal I'm her number one patient and delighted to be And when she needs her medicine I give her vitamin D But wait! I got a lawyer girl that's so wild And every single night she wanna take me to trial Said she needs some evidence, and to show her the PROOF So I put her on the stand and I give her the truth! Cause I'm hung like a jury (jury) Judge Luda preside over your body and I'm never in a hurry You may proceed, let the games begin And if I call a mistrial we gotta do it again ",15,14,7,13,17,21,28,11,9,29,0.9915
123,123,/songs/1964837,Ludacris,Nasty Girl (co-starring Plies),https://genius.com/Ludacris-nasty-girl-co-starring-plies-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1964837,None,2017-10-04," A lady in the street but a freak in the bed Lady in the street but a freak in the bed... Lady in the street but a freak in the bed Lady in the street but a freak in the bed See she makes her own money, pays her own bills Always stays fly, keeps it so real But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup) Behind closed do's she a nasty girl She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass Walks so proper, talks with such class But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup) Behind closed do's she a nasty girl Yeah, I met this girl named Keisha, she was so sweet (yup) Nails stay manicured, pretty little feet (woo!) Shoes so sexy, body so hot Hair lookin like she just came from the shop Legs so smooth, clothes so tight Style so sexy, makeup just right Never too much, never too little Black lace bra, Vickie Secrets in the middle Eyes so innocent, smile so bright Works in the mornin but she'll party all night All for her man, all cause she bout it All cause she crazy in love and don't doubt it Product of her birthplace, know about the streets Clean in the workplace, dirty in the sheets Keeps her own toaster, makes her own bread Lady in the STREET but a freak in the bed, cause See she makes her own money, pays her own bills Always stays fly, keeps it so real But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup) Behind closed do's she a nasty girl She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass Walks so proper, talks with such class But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup) Behind closed do's she a nasty girl Okay, okay, haha I got a college girl who go to church e'ry Sunday Had her sneak out of choir rehearsal to put it on me But she's so innocent, when she ridin, mami One thing about her, she get her own money Gave it to her yesterday while she was doin laundry Favorite chore of mine, it's my lil' bunny Bowl-legged and classy, such a real woman Sex all night, go to work e'ry mornin Text me from work and told me she was horny Text her back and told her, ""Me too mami"" When you get off work, daddy gon' punish You my nasty girl forever I promise See she makes her own money, pays her own bills Always stays fly, keeps it so real But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup) Behind closed do's she a nasty girl She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass Walks so proper, talks with such class But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup) Behind closed do's she a nasty girl I got a doctor girlfriend that tells me, ""Come home soon!"" She plays like my house is her emergency room Tells me to undress and to lay on the sofa Checks all my vitals like a doc's supposed ta All white coat, all white heels And nothin underneath so it's an all night deal I'm her number one patient and delighted to be And when she needs her medicine I give her vitamin D But wait! I got a lawyer girl that's so wild And every single night she wanna take me to trial Said she needs some evidence, and to show her the PROOF So I put her on the stand and I give her the truth! Cause I'm hung like a jury (jury) Judge Luda preside over your body and I'm never in a hurry You may proceed, let the games begin And if I call a mistrial we gotta do it again See she makes her own money, pays her own bills Always stays fly, keeps it so real But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup) Behind closed do's she a nasty girl She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass Walks so proper, talks with such class But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup) Behind closed do's she a nasty girl",33,20,19,28,23,36,43,26,12,38,-0.9919
124,124,/songs/734212,Ludacris,Not Long,https://genius.com/Ludacris-not-long-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/734212,Ludaversal,2015-03-31," If you look to the stars, you'll find that your not far from them And if you follow your heart, you'll find that you'll be one of them And not long And not long And not long And not long And not long Long days half sober nights Unsigned performing at every open mic God is all I needed to believe in me Haters I tuned them out they were on another frequency My momma never winded my decision And all the bright lights never blinded out my vision Music was my passion and my first crush I'm just tryna ride the waves baby surfs up When I'm down music gets me worked up Plus in all my shows it gets women to pull they skirts up What can I say I'm turnt up I'm on fire these other rappers is burnt up If you look to the stars, you'll find that your not far from them And if you follow your heart, you'll find that you'll be one of them And not long And not long And not long And not long And not long Yeah what an imagination I'm a dreamer losing my concentration Head in the clouds to trace my observations Just connect the dots to all of the constellations Looking for signs that's astrological And I don't dream big my dreams are astronomical So when critics write articles of my chronicles I wonder if my hunger is felt in they abdominals Hiding from life daily distractions Where thoughts become things from the power of attraction And I'm attracted to money and beautiful women Ha and toasting to new beginnings, yeah If you look to the stars, you'll find that your not far from them And if you follow your heart, you'll find that you'll be one of them And not long And not long And not long And not long And not long Look its not long til the fights over The turbulence is non stop till the flights over So when passengers panic just stay silent And realize its never too late to become the pilot I fly higher take control of my destiny The first step I needed me to invest in me Its still an every day struggle for wealth I'd rather struggle to working for me than working for someone else And I'm steady tryna ease the stress So I open up all the doors with the key to success If it hasn't been done then I'mma do it first Cuz I'm the master of the Ludaverse If you look to the stars, you'll find that your not far from them And if you follow your heart, you'll find that you'll be one of them And not long And not long And not long And not long And not long",6,34,1,8,13,12,23,6,2,13,0.3464
125,125,/songs/29534,Ludacris,Number One Spot,https://genius.com/Ludacris-number-one-spot-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29534,The Red Light District,2005-02-15," Yeah baby, hehe, yeah! 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 I'm never going 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, ""Hi, Mr. O'Reilly!"" Hope all is well, kiss the plaintiff 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-skinned did reppin harder since Ice-T You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me! 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 it goin' it won't stop! (What you doin' man?) I'm comin' for that number one spot! Yes indeed, Ludacris I'm hotter than Nevada Ready to break the steerin' column on yo' Impala If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha Father, father, and hey I love gold But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake I crush mics until my hand breaks Then shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straight The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+ Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars 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 it goin it won't stop! (What you doin' man?) I'm comin for that number one spot! Causin' lyrical disasters, it's the master Make music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat Bastards These women trying to get me out my Pelle Pelle They strip off my clothes and tell me, ""Get in my belly!"" Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin like Flo-Jo Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo Ladies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girls Ludacris sent down to take over the whole world! 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 it goin' it won't stop! (What you doin' man?) I'm comin' for that number one spot!",8,15,8,5,14,28,33,10,15,23,0.992
126,126,/songs/667189,Ludacris,Numbers On The Boards (Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-numbers-on-the-boards-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/667189,LudaVerses ,2015-01-02," Who woulda thought that uh Ten years later I’d be goin’ just as hard as I was goin’ back then Put $5,000 on the Blackjack table Smack my girl on the butt, good luck I’m all in The money’s callin’, pick up like 9-1-1 emergencies To stay buyin’ weed that’s stronger than Hercules Flex a muscle nobody’s touching my hustle I’m ballin’ like I discovered Spalding Swoosh, put two in the hoop There’s only room for two in the coupe A king with diamonds in this game like there’s two in the suit Deal, I shuffle cards like I shuffle bars No human growth hormone, I only muscle cars For real, my Ferrari is Abu-Dhabi blue Luda’s moved more crowds that a tsunami blew Got rappers shakin’ like quakes in California To learn how to kill a stage, just Google my show at Bonnaroo",2,5,0,3,5,5,10,3,5,5,0.9231
127,127,/songs/667193,Ludacris,Nutmeg (Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-nutmeg-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/667193,LudaVerses ,2015-01-02," Stay calm, this ain’t ‘bout to take long Fake rappers meme muggin’ put your face on I got some verses hot enough to broil a steak on It’s goin down, put your emergency brake on Your time’s up it’s like your callin’ from a payphone It’s like I stepped in the booth and just put my cape on In the Cadillac with fake plates on We blowin’ bomb like the blunts filled with napalm We got four bad chicks we bout to take off Just tryna get they bottoms up, word up to Trey Songz Somebody call the doctor and wait for him I’m gettin’ neck and she about to need a brace on I’m standing up so she can keep a straight face on She got a ass you finna conjure case on Boogie Nights, I’m the one the movie was based on Entourage dyked up, I got my Vinnie Chase on Let ‘em play with each other, have a taste-off Then I’m the last one in like the 8 ball All up in they dugouts, no baseball Splatter on they chests like I hit ‘em with a paintball Now in the clouds like Nate Dogg Smokin’ with my family guys, no Quahog Catch the troy weed, shit’ll take your face off Rappers act hard, I guess they verses just play soft Bitch ass nigga",9,4,3,5,0,15,4,6,5,2,-0.8779
128,128,/songs/730938,Ludacris,Ocean Skies,https://genius.com/Ludacris-ocean-skies-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/730938,Ludaversal,2015-03-31," (Applause) And the winner, for the best rap album goes to Ludacris it’s your year baby (Applause) This goes out to my father, who is in critical condition right now I appreciate your prayers Mr. Wayne Bridges I love you Rest in peace Wayne Bridges You're still living through me Listen Look, I lost my father to the bottle I'd hug him everyday like I might not see him tomorrow Got a enough sorrow for a lifetime Cause when he was living I'm thinking how do I get him to listen When he was seldom in his right mind My early years I was too young to understand But I remember the smell of beer and seeing all the empty cans Waking up, crying in the night, hearing arguments Hands off my momma, somehow I knew he was the cause of it Got a little older and he got a little worse Drinking must be his remedy, he got a little cursed Well, tell me what's the cure for a man who miss his pops The beat goes on, but the drinking's gotta stop If I had have know I wouldn't see you tomorrow I would've had you hold to your heart, and put your love in a bottle, hey But now you got me drunk out that pain, gone after sorrow Wishing every day you were here with me But now that you're gone, I lost my heart to the bottle, to the bottle Ooh oh oh Yeah, I lost my father to the bottle Functioning alcoholics what they call it far as I know Became a teenager and started to understand But even through drinks he still taught me to be a man So before the hospital, where the paramedics rushed him Any and everybody who met him, instantly loved him Ironic how conjure Would have made him even sicker Cause who gon' tell him he can't drink none of his son's liquor And tell me without my father how am I supposed to manage? He had the biggest heart, but also had that liver damage Tell me what's the cure for a man who miss his pops The beat goes on, but the drinking' gotta stop If I had have know I wouldn't see you tomorrow I would've had you hold to your heart, and put your love in a bottle, hey But now you got me drunk out that pain, gone after sorrow Wishing every day you were here with me But now that you're gone, I lost my heart to the bottle, to the bottle Ooh oh oh Not a day goes by that I don't miss ya, and don't wish you were here with me No matter what you did, I forgive you I lost my father to the bottle Tell your parents you love 'em You might not see them tomorrow I swallow my pride, try to put my problems aside But I feel so hollow inside Gotta keep my eyes on the prize Cause I'm steady wishing you were here To see the goals that I plan to reach You left the day after I put you into my Grammy speech It's almost like you waited just to see me win Well, pops I can't wait until the day we meet again If I had have know I wouldn't see you tomorrow I would've had you hold to your heart, and put your love in a bottle, hey But now you got me drunk out that pain, gone after sorrow Wishing every day you were here with me But now that you're gone, I lost my heart to the bottle, to the bottle Ooh oh oh I can't get over you you you, hey Love in a bottle, hey heyyy Oh, I miss you I wanna see you tomorrow I wanna see you again I wanna see you tomorrow I miss you, you you you you I love you, you you you",5,14,2,12,18,30,23,22,9,16,-0.4647
129,129,/songs/2977,Ludacris,One More Drink,https://genius.com/Ludacris-one-more-drink-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/2977,Theater of the Mind,2008-10-28," It was Friday night and I was feelin aight (yup) Downtown Atlanta, big city, bright lights Mixin Henny with the Sprite while I'm drinkin and drivin No police lights (lights) no police sirens I'm headed to the club, lookin for a freak (freak) To spread a little love and spread a couple cheeks (cheeks) Pull up to the spot 26's like BAM! Eyes on me like, ""Bitch do you SEE 'EM?"" Strolled through the front do' headed to the VIP (VIP) Bought a couple bottles and I took a couple sips (sips) Scopin out the room, and what do I SEE? A nice round butt, and a pair of double D's! So I crept up like, ""Shorty what's happenin You killin that dress and I love it with a passion"" Then she turned around and her face was aight She had a gap tooth and a mean overbite, but I was like hmmmm Yeah yeah; if I take one more drink, I'm gon' end up fuckin you Is that what you wanna do, shorty? If I take one more drink, I'm gon' end up fuckin you You too, ooh ooh ooooh Woke up the next mornin and all I can remember Was takin shots and tippin the bartender Surrendered to the woman end up bringin me home Cause she started lookin better every shot of Patron, yup! I jumped up with a devilish grin Cause tonight, damn right I might do it again So I called up the homies (whattup) let's ride We can hit the sports bar over on the Southside (aight) Get a couple of Coronas, couple of limes (yup) Went up to the bar and saw a couple of dimes So I, slowly walked up and said hi My name's Ludacris and I'm a hell of a guy One said ""I know who you are, I'm your number one fan And right now it's too bad I got a man"" And I said I understand (I understand) But where the hell is he at cause in a minute if he don't show up then mannnnn Uh-huh huh, ay Pain holla at 'em right quick man + (Ludacris) Yeah, you gon' get in trouble with yo' man girl (Don't get in trouble girl) Talkin 'bout how you're my biggest fan girl (I know it, I know it!) Now I don't wanna do (please) what you're gon' make me do (Don't make me do it, don't make me do it!) But I, if I have more drink One mo' drink I'mma get ya home then I'll split ya Grab the camera phone and take a bunch of drunk pictures Cause Hennessy mixed with a whole bunch of buddah Equals you mixed with a whole bunch of Luda And you know how far one drink could go Start slurrin my speech slowin up the flow Hikin up ya skirt, climbin up ya shirt It's Mr. Late Night Luda and I like to flirt So guess what baby girl! Just one mo', that's all it's gon' take Who else, T-Pain? Ha ha ha, you hear what I'm sayin? People too picky these days, damnit Too tall, too short, too fat, too skinny Have a couple of drinks and quit discriminatin This has been a Luda Service Announcement Deuces, ha ha ha ha",10,5,7,13,6,22,18,10,5,13,0.9319
130,130,/songs/1782438,Ludacris,One Time,https://genius.com/Ludacris-one-time-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1782438,None,2015-02-28," Ah, let the thirty-day countdown begin, man In the studio every motherfuckin' day I told y'all, man, the hunger is real Been doin' this shit too long, man Seems I got to take these niggas to school Eight albums, let's go Luda, class is in session For the little nigga from Atlanta with the light complexion Steppin' on the track and (-) the verse Puttin' rappers in a hearse, this my profession I keep 'em guessin', don't nobody want to test them If you don't want 'em up in your baby momma Somebody better find a way to arrest him You handcuff him, I dance, sucker Keep that pussy to a pole, then I let my man fuck her I'm gone, I'm trippin', I'm high of that medicine Know that strong, that sticky, that critical condition It's Lil' Fate, it's Luda and Drizzer down all together, man Yeah, we smoke some buddha Was cool, but now we feel better, man I got hella game and hella dollars Traded in that Range and just got three Impalas Rollin' like a G and bendin' corners on Ds Steady countin' Ms with bank accounts overseas Splittin' open Bs and droppin' the top on Vs Other rappers countin' Zs, but they bitches pop them Ps Ah, pop it, pop it, pop it Oh, man, I'm havin' too much fuckin' fun, man Ludaversal March 31 I'm a drill it into your head until you doze the fuck off, man Let's go, movie comin' the same week Yeah, and just wait for it",3,7,3,2,3,11,10,2,5,9,-0.0121
131,131,/songs/667303,Ludacris,Only (Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-only-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/667303,LudaVerses ,2015-01-02," I stick to the script like bubble gum, bitch, call me big league chew Got a big body Benz and some big booty bitches That’s what us niggas in the big leagues do When I pull up at the lights tell your girl she better not look over Or the bitch’ll start droolin’ We could handle it like a couple of gentlemen Or get into some gangsta shit if she start choosin’ Ludacris you can call me Goldie Mackin’ all in my blood, pimpin’ hereditary First place, first class, first serve, first everything All of you other niggas is secondary Nothin’ to it but to do it I get a woman and break it down into pieces She be bowing her head and be down on her knees so much You would think she be talkin’ to Jesus Amen, Hallelujah, good God! Preach! When it come to a verse or a song I’m an animal, matter fact I’m a muthafuckin’ beast And I won’t stop til I get everybody in the industry to bow down And these niggas want beef So I’m tellin’ every rapper that Ludacris bout to chow down I’m a OG in the southern part of America Music bumpin’ up and down all in your stereo You rappers is nothing but shit up in kitty litter Pussy, I’m bout to bury ya Airin’ ya out, carry ya out, carry about your business Get smoked out and roll one OG to another OG, “what’s up OG?” It takes one to know one Ain’t put an album out in a minute Been watching these rappers up in the D-League Plus I’m still spendin’ money off my 1st, 2nd, 3rd 4th, 5th, 6th and 7th CDs Oh, I lost count nigga, just a young playa from the south nigga Every album went gold or platinum So get some certified plaque and wash your mouth nigga, hold up You weak rappers havin’ no luck, you showin’ in and showin’ out And at your shows no one shows up Meanwhile I’m doin’ donuts in a Lambourghini I’m the master, bow down like [?] But call me Leroy, cause I got that glow and you know that Aw, bitin’ ass nigga get a hard ass verse Somebody gon be like sound like Ludacris wrote that",9,8,5,5,8,11,17,6,6,11,-0.8517
132,132,/songs/351361,Ludacris,Party Girls,https://genius.com/Ludacris-party-girls-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/351361,None,2014-01-30," I came to party like tonight will never end Let's party again Let's party again Yea, I came to party like tonight will never end Let's party again Let's party again Let's party again I need party girls in my party world Titties plastic, ass fantastic They just brush my hair and touch me everywhere I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked I don't, I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked, naked Say shit and they be gettin' naked I don't, I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked It's your world and I'ma touch wherever you want me to touch it Pop that, pop that and you'll be bustin' them nuts when you want to bust it Don't rush it mama I'ma take my time and do it slow From the car to the counter to the bed to the couch to the tub to the flo' Oh! No! Could it be that a G really got you sprung? I lost my count baby how many times did I make it cum? Run, run, run from a nigga til you can't no more like Forrest Gump Then it's more she gets, if it's more she wants She's spoiled rotten like bad milk Get her hot cause I make that ass melt She whipped cause she love gettin' whipped in the whip And I'ma black belt I beat the pussy to pieces, never lettin' the cat off the leashes And I'm goin' so deep they tellin' me all of they deepest and darkest secrets I need party girls in my party world Titties plastic, ass fantastic They just brush my hair and touch me everywhere I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked I don't, I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked, naked Say shit and they be gettin' naked I don't, I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked Throw some ones on that Get you wet as a waterpark I'ma have some fun with that Make you come back to back you gon' bust like a gun with that Like pow pow, brrr, pow pow, brrr My bitch be gettin' down nigga how 'bout yours? So turnt up when we in the club we don't even need a molly Doin' so much over in this corner thought we was fuckin' in the party My lung's filled with Marley My hands on your body And I'm goin' so deep I'm just lettin' you know that this me I got your face all in the pillow You can't speak I need party girls in my party world Titties plastic, ass fantastic They just brush my hair and touch me everywhere I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked I don't, I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked, naked Say shit and they be gettin' naked I don't, I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked I came to party like tonight will never end Let's party again Let's party again Yea, I came to party like tonight will never end Let's party again Let's party again Let's party again I need party girls in my party world Titties plastic, ass fantastic They just brush my hair and touch me everywhere I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked I don't, I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked, naked Say shit and they be gettin' naked I don't, I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked",31,4,22,4,3,30,31,5,2,28,0.9988
133,133,/songs/1077615,Ludacris,Party No Mo',https://genius.com/Ludacris-party-no-mo-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1077615,Battle of the Sexes,2010-03-08," P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) I done had about four, five, six shots, yeah, I'm gettin' wasted Red pills, blue pills, yeah, I'm in the Matrix Two swisha, three swisha, four swisha, five So turn my music up and tell these hoes to get live Got a pocket full of hundreds and some bottles on ice, ice Conjure and lime got a nigga feelin' nice, nice Dessert on my hips so if you gamble, roll the dice When I let it off once it make a nigga think twice You got more dough then, homie, you gon' have to show me You never say it rains like Tony, Tony, Tony My Chevy's outside and it's sittin' on Kobe's And I keep the hood with me like Obi Wan Kenobe Wood grain trim, seat softer than your butt, butt Make your car rattle from the speakers in my trunk, trunk Swisha's burnin' slow and it got a nigga stuck, stuck But don't be a fool cause the tool's on tuck, tuck P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Tell that slow bitch to bring another round, we gon' party till the sun's up Ladies rub your titties and my gangsta's put your guns up Money, money, money, if you got it, throw your one's up And if they ain't got it, tell 'em shut up, you dumb fuck My money stays in hand, you could say I got a grip, grip Out to scoop my chips, you could say I got a dip, dip Cause I talk money while these haters talk shit, shit And if they keep on talkin', I'mma empty out a clip, clip But I don't want no problems, I'm just tryin' to get my game on Take a couple shots and use the alcohol to blame on Holla at some chicks and find a bitch to put my name on Then I'mma be the, I'ma be the one she put that thang on I got the perfect song to make you want me wanna shake, shake And take her to the crib, I don't take her on no date, date We all up in the club till the glass and table break, break And all they wanna know is how much more that I can take, take P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Now keep the cameras flashin', we about to shoot a movie A thick chick let me sip my glass on her booty She stuck upon my hip and she swear she ain't no groupie While I'm stuck up in the VIP but everything is all Gucci So I gathered all the women and we 'bout to take a shot, shot Goin' out my mind, who's there, nigga, knock, knock Don't you hear that 808 beatin' down your block, block Keep the party going cause the party don't stop, stop P-p-party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Let's take a shot (Take a shot) Take a shot (Take a shot) Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo (Party, I'mma party till I just can't party no mo)",39,8,9,32,8,42,19,30,33,16,0.9996
134,134,/songs/29531,Ludacris,Pass Out,https://genius.com/Ludacris-pass-out-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29531,The Red Light District,2004-12-07," 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! 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 Rebbie 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 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 entourage is game faces, mean muggin, mean muggin Now the media is convinced that we thuggin, we thuggin Momma told me grow up to be somethin, be somethin I went diamond with this album so we buckin, we buckin I'm so far ahead it's only RIGHT for you to hate on me mayne When I'm pushin 90 by myself up in the H.O.V. lane They tryin to figure how many mo' women that I can take on my plane Bein one of the few rappers responsible for changin the game Now desperate artists tryin to sue but they just makin some claims Can't get in the spotlight for NOTHIN and it just makes 'em insane That's why some of the niggas resort right back to bakin that 'caine And sellin it off to junky monkeys who keep bakin they brain As they grow older they'll be feelin a lot of achin and pain So right at the head they might as well just be aimin that thang And you ain't helpin the process out by always cakin these dames But it is hard givin up the place where they be shakin they thangs ",10,6,5,7,9,13,15,5,5,15,-0.7854
135,135,/songs/29533,Ludacris,Pimpin' All Over the World,https://genius.com/Ludacris-pimpin-all-over-the-world-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29533,The Red Light District,2005-06-14," (Oh yeah) The fancy cars The women and the caviar You know who we are Cause we're pimpin' all over the world The fancy cars The women and the caviar You know who we are Cause we're pimpin' all over the world Sing it, hoes (The world, the world, The world) All over the world, baby It's only right that I share my experiences with y'all Cause I've been places you'll never imagine But I'mma start it at home When I see a girl I like I walk straight up to them and I'm like (ugh) Hey girl how you doin'? You are the woman that I'm really pursuin' And 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 wouldn't 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) Mm, I'm really diggin' ya lips But be careful where you walkin' when you swingin' them hips Cause I'm kinda concerned that you'll be causin' a crash With your 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 you wear it And how the colors cordinate with your clothes From your manicured nails to your pedicured toes Yeah, you hear the song so dance Don't always think I'm tryna get in your pants Cause see me my pimpin's in 3D I'm takin' you places you only see on TV Tryna show ya how you livin' is trife How many guys you know can bring the travel channel to life One day we on the Autobahn, swervin drivin Next day we in the sun on the Virgin Islands If you with me ain't no time to sleep Especially at Wet Willies on Miami Beach But I drive you off and pay you no attention If make it to Atlantas Brina Brothers convention Then jump in the car and just ride for hours Makin' sure I don't miss the homecoming at Howard Hawaii to D.C. it's plenty women to see So if yo ass don't show up it's more women for me (heyy) I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade Then at night I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades Outnumbered by the dozens at the jazz fest In Mardi Gras all the women tryna show me they chest (heyy) I'm in Jamaica spendin massive bucks While the ladies all beggin' me to mashatuck I had, sad beginnings when I rapped with no fans Now it's all happy endings on my lap in Japan (heyy) I used to think that it was way too cold 'Til I went to Canada and saw some beautiful hoes Now I hit the Caribana every year in Toronto Then fly to Illinois to get a taste of Chicago (ugh) Oh yet and still You wouldn't believe your eyes if you went to Brazil (But where the best at?) Ain't no need of even askin' brah The best women all reside in Africa, and that's real Sing it, hoes (The world, the world, the world) Pimpin' pimpin' pimpin' Ladies and gentlemen as we ride out Could we have all the real pimps Please put both of your pinky fingers high in the air? Now ladies look around with me Let's see if we can weed some of these niggas out Cause it's no way that all these niggas could be pimpin' Now if you happen to see a nigga With two sweat patches up under his arms Look like he been swimmin' in shoulder height water Please tell that nigga ""put your hands down"" If you smell like you been at work all day and your car Please ""put your hands down"" Now look up at the pinky fingers that are still in the air If you see him ashy around the knuckles Like the nigga wash half of his hands And lotion three quarters of his body Please say ""put your hands down"" If your spinnin' rims spin counter clockwise, you are not pimpin' If you are dancin' on the dancefloor And you look to your left and your right And you do not see a woman in sight Guess what? You guessed it - you are not pimpin If your Vodka and Cranberry is really really dark like blood That's because you didn't order Vodka buddy That's why it's three dollars a glass ""Put your hands down"" Now look down, look down I need everybody to pull up your pants leg one time Okay, you see the nigga with the white socks NOT PIMPIN! Sorry unless you part of the ""Beat It"" entorauge If your shoes have a buckle on...",2,16,1,6,17,10,33,5,6,26,0.9974
136,136,/songs/438714,Ludacris,Pinky Shinin,https://genius.com/Ludacris-pinky-shinin-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/438714,The Preview,2008-01-01," My pinky shinin' with diamonds My index on the Ruger My pinky shinin' with diamonds My index on the Ruger My pinky shinin' with diamonds My index on the Ruger Now with these ho's and their see-saw's Just call me Freddy Krueger My pinky shinin' with diamonds My index on the Ruger My pinky shinin' with diamonds My index on the Ruger My pinky shinin' with diamonds My index on the Ruger Now with these ho's and their see-saw's Just call me Freddy Krueger (Luda!) My pinky shinin' with diamonds My index on the Rug' I'm a dog for this paper, don't wanna get bit Lil' buddy don't touch my food Don't touch my skri'lla Got killa's that'll whoop your head boy Who the hell gon' bring home the bacon To the fam' if you end up dead, boy Luda, I'm so true to smokin' that stanky buddha So high, that when I get behind that Cadillac wheel I can't maneuver, I'll chew the Hell out of an MC that call my name out The partners that will pop the trunk and *click click* Show you what that thing 'bout Shoot shoot up in the air Wave it all around like you just don't care They ask if I'm a rapper and I say NO I'm a self-made millionaire (yeah) Get it right little buddy go on do your homework Got flows that'll make you bob your head Until your dome hurts Go on squirt, bitch dis this business here for grown folks If you ain't got no money then take yo', take your Broke ass home folk I'm talkin' 8 figures (what,) ain't talkin' simple cash (what?) My life is complex (ok,) go on with your simple ass [Verse 2: Small World (Let's go!) Let's give it to the mind of a man Who the mind over manner, won't beef like rude Chris You gotta know that you gotta go through Me and my clique if you want to get to Ludacris I'm a real street dude with a chip on a shoulder The size of a boulder, my heart got colder Since I got signed and I got My pinky ring frozen up like I'm polar (yeah) Young but I act like I'm older Cause my money got growed up, my gun got a motor That I crank like that Roosevelt For that bread I pop that toaster (uh) Tity Boi, Dolla Boy, Willy Northpole Brolic, Shareefa, Shawnna, Bobby, BlockXChange and Serious Jones, and jackpot hotter than a sauna (sauna) Shark have released a monster, we done told you (hey) We just gettin' started Catch me in a party in ATL and I bet your baby don't got more bottles (no) I'm from Raleigh North Carolina (yeah) Get in line 'fore I get you lined up Push your weave back, to where your neck at At the top of your spinal (yeah) When my album drop, they'll worry in Compton To see how much I have been copied (yeah) Lil' mamma don't want me to stop it (no) Cause I keep goin' like an energizer I'm worth more than your billion dollars (yeah) And, my swag's phenomenal See me in Prada, Louis Vuitton It's why I get compliments from your momma Cause my ",11,10,6,12,18,19,31,7,8,19,0.4109
137,137,/songs/29559,Ludacris,Politics as Usual (Obama Is Here),https://genius.com/Ludacris-politics-as-usual-obama-is-here-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29559,The Preview,2008-01-01," Hold on man, Mr. Barack Odrama Can I address the current state of affairs real quick? I got some shit I need to get off my chest I'm back on it like I just signed my record deal Yeah the best is here The Bentley coupe paint is drippin' wet, it got sex appeal Never shoulda hated, you never shoulda doubted him With a slot in the president's iPod, Obama shouted him Said I handled my biz and I'm one of his favorite rappers Well give Luda a special pardon if I'm ever in the slammer Better yet put me in office, make me your vice president Hillary hated on you so that {censored} bitch is irrelevant Now Jesse talkin' slick and apologizin' for what?! If you said it then you meant it, how you want it, head or gut And all you other politicians tryin' to hate on my man Watch us win majority vote in every state on my man You can't stop what's 'bout to happen, we 'bout to make history The first black president is destined and it's meant to be The threats ain't fazin' us, the nooses or the jokes Get off your ass black people it's time to get out and vote Paint the White House black and I'm sure that's got 'em terrified McCain don't belong in any chair unless he's paralyzed Yeah I said it cause Bush is mentally handicapped Ball up all of his speeches and just throw 'em like candy wraps Cause what you talkin' I hear nothin' even relevant And you the worst of all 43 presidents Get out and vote, or the end'll be near And the world is ready for change cause Obama is here Yeah! Cause Obama is here The world is ready for change cause Obama is here Yeahhhh, cause Obama is here Say world is ready for change cause Obama is here Hey!",10,14,4,8,9,17,18,10,5,15,0.9739
138,138,/songs/29568,Ludacris,Press the Start Button,https://genius.com/Ludacris-press-the-start-button-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29568,Theater of the Mind,2008-11-24," This song is rated M for mature! Yeah, press the start button (woo!) Tell these hoes to press the start button (what!) Punch in your code and press the start button And let the muh'fuckin games begin, biatch! For any ONE of these flows just press the start button Yea, tell my foes to press the start button For a Ludacris show, just press the start button And let the muh'fuckin games begin, biatch! Hey, look here Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Eyes low cause Igloo done rolled the perfect swisha Hit you with the weaponry, tell your soldiers to back down I'm Raw like W.E., you'll get SmackDown! How you want it? I'll clobber my opponents like Blanka Boy, you Street Fightin with a monster A-Town mobster, blowin smoke like rastas Pullin out guns like in Contra, mo' toys than Tonka I'm a fuckin problem, rob 'em It's Grand Theft Auto, his burner's right beside him Hollow points headed to your dome Hollow points headed to your home Your head of lettuce shredded from the chrome It's ludicrous, parents think I'm a weirdo I'm a God of War, you a Guitar Hero So let's box like Tyson, you'll get Punched Out Welcome to Luda's world, now bring the blunts out! Hahhhhh! w/ ad libs I'm Liver than NBA, Luda's Super like Mario That Playstation 4 shit, you older than Atari ho! Flows that'll make MC's Go! like Diego Call me the Master Chief, my life is like Halo Fightin off haters, I'm the best, ask Khaled I'm at the Call of Duty, plus my Metal Gear is Solid My Resident is Evil, full of Southside riders I hope you're packed, man, I got six Virtua Fighters That'll blitz ya like Madden '09 Or hit you with the Mac and .49s Then later sit back and blow pine Like it's somethin to do, it ain't pretty The Final Fantasy, they think they live in SimCity But I'm a MechWarrior, try me and I'll damage ya Holdin a Soul Calibur, or shoot you like Galaga And my Creed Assassins ya, so clear the room Before the shotgun helps you meet your Ultimate Doom, boyyyyy w/ ad libs Whether 25 thousand or 25 mil' Survival of the fittest, either kill or be killed Get ya game on playa, get ya game on (what?!) Get ya game on playa, get ya game on Doesn't matter if it's 25 bricks or it's 25 bucks Survival of the fittest, either stick or get stuck Get ya game on playa, get ya game on (what?!) Get ya game on playa, get ya game on HEYYYY! w/ ad libs",15,15,7,18,7,26,17,14,5,8,-0.6892
139,139,/songs/645228,Ludacris,Problems,https://genius.com/Ludacris-problems-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/645228,Ludaversal,2015-03-31," They say Luda would you rather have the money or the fame I say they try to tell em that it all just depends Cause everytime I make a lil more money I seem to be losing more of my friends So I'd give it all up to repeat life over And they'd say dude is a fool I can't trust another motherfucker living in this world And this really got me losing my cool What would you'd do if you were in my situation And the minute everyone you ever loved to say you looked up You drink your pain to the bottom of a bottle And the Conjure would have you fucked up So I'm looking for love in all the wrong places Pop pills, drink liquor by the cases Get high, make a woman get low In the strip club looking for familiar faces People know me on a first name basis But all they ever really want is my cash Let me borrow just a couple hundred dollars And you know that I'm a pay you back, my ass This world so superficial This world done lost my trust They say Ludacris you've changing But I really don't give a fuck What the hell am I suppose to think? What the hell am I suppose to do? I'm hearing that the devil's in disguise And I'm hearing that the nigga look just like you They know I walk throw the valley of the shadow of death I don't go astray And I get down on my knees and pray and I say [Hook: Cee-Lo Green and Ludacris] (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away I wish my problems would go away, away, away Doc said I need to change my diet, cause I'm really not eating right Mama said I need some peace and quiet, cause I'm really not sleeping right What's the use of having all the money And the power in the world, if I can't abuse it? Seems like the only thing that's keeping me together, is my music If it wasn't for that, I think I would lose it If it wasn't for that, I would go crazy When nobody went good on they word In the industry they make you feel like, ""Fuck you, pay me!"" Cause I gotta feed family, some of the same ones that abandoned me That still looking for a hand out Til you found out there ain't shit ya handed me Hah, still mad at me? But I'm trying to be the man I plan to be But can't do it if you calling me for dumb shit Thinking I'm innocent, I'm a plea insanity Too many distractions and it feels like everyday So I get down on my knees and pray and I say [Hook: Cee-Lo Green and Ludacris] (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away I wish my problems would go away, away, away I finally made it to the top of the CEO position But when things don't go their way, these artists got all these suspicions So the weed keep me at peace, and I think I need an intervention Who the fuck put me in charge of making all of these decisions My position got me stressing, like it never did before Not to mention my best friend drowned and death was knocking at his door And it seems like someone in my family is passing away like every day So I just look up to the sky and get down on my knees and pray and I say [Hook: Cee-Lo Green and Ludacris] (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away I wish my problems would go away, away, away",20,20,13,32,22,42,34,32,13,29,0.9389
140,140,/songs/66896,Ludacris,Pussy Poppin (P-Poppin),https://genius.com/Ludacris-pussy-poppin-p-poppin-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/66896,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-06-11,"One more again head down pussy poppin on a handstand Head down pussy pussy poppin Head down pussy pussy poppin Head down pussy pussy poppin Head down pussy poppin on a handstand On a handstand On my american banstands Summersalts cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole And feel this dick getin outa control-trol Oh no keep goin till a nigga like me say stoooop Let it kiss the sky and then make it droooop Tuck and twist if you don’t like it you can fuckin Cris Im rubbin clits so stay in catch don’t try to duck and miss (Bitch!) Do your stretches don’t pull no hamstrings 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! I'mma send a chapter to this pussy poppin legacy Shawna be that Bitch can't no bitches come fuck wit me When I pop that cris im on that business and bubbly When im in that 6 wit 20s spinin on luxury Cuz I got that head game Fuckin 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 bitches its so exquisite Let it go now front back watch me drop it like that Show me where that money at Boy come wit them 100 stacks Now break in wit that pussy poppin That pussy droppin to the flo' And got these niggas slobbin' he wantin mo' Wit out that doe popi ain't nuttin happen Cuz that’s the show im from the go u get that pussy poppin Stopin that pussy dropin GONE [Verse 3: Lil' Fate] Every time we hit the club We at least 50 deep Smokin' purple, pourin' grichi got everybody keed At the club 7 days a week find DTP off in this bitch That ho! poppin dropin God damn shawty who is this Redbone wit a scorpio tatted on her tummy Im sittin slouched back in the chair stuntin waving money And shawty start zig zaggin a dariair for me A bowlegged throughbreded said her name was strawberry Up her pussy she pushed in a whole bottle of Mo Reached in my pocket grabbed a G and then threw it on the floe Here u deserve this doe now jump on stage and work the pole Face down ass up ho hands on those Now pop that couchie you know the procedure If you want this cash gotta make that ass shake like a seziure Either magic or pleasas Find me spending cheese up Maxin out my visa Trickin on stip teasers ",17,12,9,14,9,20,27,8,7,14,-0.9594
141,141,/songs/74532,Ludacris,Put On,https://genius.com/Ludacris-put-on-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/74532,None,2017-10-04," LUDA! Now before my nigga Jeezy made this song for the city Before Wayne put out a milli and then in a week he sold a milli Before JD threw ten thousand on the floor at Magic City Before Usher jumped the broom, before he confessed that shit to Chilli Before DJ Drama dropped the Southern Gangsta Grilly Before Puff Daddy changed his fucking name to Diddy Before Janet Jackson went on the tube and showed her titty I been reppin' for Atlanta and I been reppin' for my city You could ask Dallas Austin you could ask Rico Wayde I kept the lights on in Atlanta when Goody and Cash took a break And you can say that ""he this"" and you can say that ""he that,"" But one thing's for damn sure I put the city on my back And I ain’t goin' nowhere that movin' money ain't changed em' But the vaults were too small at the bank so I rearranged em' These rappers around my way ain't got mo’ money then me I’m blinded by my own ice but I got mo' money to see And I ain’t dissin' I’m just spittin’ what I call is the truth! So catch me ridin' without that thang what you call is the roof! I got the money in my palms like I carved the Malouf! Cuz I gotta make myself clear just like a bottle of Goose! And I can see right through ya Don’t let the mic fool ya Say the wrong words and my click might do ya So before you go runnin' your mouth and say some shit you'll regret This is just a small verse so that these boys don't forget I put on I ball hard on my first album but I ball harder today Plus, I just opened up a restaurant in the heart of the 'A' I payed my dues in my city and I’m throwin’ the finger to all the haters Me and the mayor just bought back the Martin Luther King papers Now how hard is that shit, how much harder can that get Hard as the AR will make these niggas do a back-flip Watch it in Atlanta cuz I’m all over your girl First nigga with a polo beat I pimped all ova the world First to put on cash money when they came to the “A” Shout-out to my nigga Pooh like sh- sh- shawty! From the goon squad to the shottas Dope boys to the Rastas Luda represents this shit from the college park to the Oscars Put on a tuxedo, get incognito Got game for ya bitch I shoot it like a torpedo So before you go runnin' your mouth and say some shit you'll regret This is just a little verse so that these boys don't forget I put on",17,8,11,5,7,21,15,3,10,14,-0.9907
142,142,/songs/5424,Ludacris,Put Your Money,https://genius.com/Ludacris-put-your-money-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/5424,The Red Light District,2004-12-07,"{*dice rolling*} Grrrrrrrr.. + (DMX) Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK) Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is) Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK) Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is) Let it rush through your veins, cause I'mma be the one To step up and put a hundred thousand dollars on the game Got a pocket full of change and they C-note stacks Bustin' dominoes, spades, cee-lo, craps We shootin' pool at the Luda-plex; I slap a hundred on the table Just to see if any fools wanna do it next I got games galore, I got game for sure And when I win I spit game to whores (yep) Or double it back, I'll double the stacks Throw a dub, a big face or double the stack (boy) And we can do 'bout anything that you wanna do But come up short and oh the thangs that the gun'll do Throw in the towel cause I'm makin' 'em sweat Or put your house on the line and I can cover the bet So hurry up and come get some, if you want some You know the phrase - scared money don't make none! Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK) Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is) Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK) Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is) Throw some money on the books, cause I know how to call 'em Somebody tell my fam' I got a gamblin' problem I don't know when to stop, maybe when somebody's Drug away by the cops, or when I'm blowin steam Countin' green in the drop, because whether legal or illegal All my people bring the Strip to the block Yessir, I thought you knew it, we loco We'll bet on anything, just to see if anybody's gon' do it It's people livin' they life comin' up off change And hustlers payin' they bills comin' up off games Whether it's Madden or it's Live, tell 'em pick up the sticks They call me Mr. Put-Down-Two-And-Pick-Up-Six Then walk away with a clean slate; catch me out in A.C Callin' yo' bluff with Puff eatin' cheesecake So all my ramblers, runners and money scramblers Put your drinks up to all compulsive gamblers Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK) Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is) Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK) Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is) I'm up in Vegas with a stack of black chips Breakin' the whole casino and doin' backflips, man Cameras eyein' us, sidebetters tryin' us The more chips we stack, the more drinks they buyin' us Tryin' to get me off my grind, but it won't work Cause I can drink a fifth of gin and it don't hurt I'm still breakin' 'em, and dice still shakin 'em I'll step in any place, just ask X what I say to 'em Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK) Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is) Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK) Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is)",17,14,6,9,13,17,23,5,22,19,-0.9174
143,143,/songs/698589,Ludacris,Quick Fast Freestyle,https://genius.com/Ludacris-quick-fast-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/698589,None,2015-02-05," Yes, yes Another installment, this simply just does not stop, man It's a feeding frenzy going on, nigga! Luda! Listen! Polo slippers, I'm a G, bitch! Just did a show, been counting paper for a week, bitch 3 sips, I'll tear the club up like 3-6 Hanging with nines that could cause a solar eclipse Luda! It's lunar how I maneuver in the night time If it's bad bitches, it's the right time Vintage Rolex, time pieces that last a life time Whenever I decide to show up, that's my flight time Tell the pilot I'm about to roll a doobie up Louis'd up, bitches want a snack, Scooby Doo me up Ruby'd up, fruity colored diamonds cause I'm movied up Women screw me up, love me down then they chew me up Just gettin' started, it's about to get solidified Lyrical genocide, Ludacris has been identified As one of the greats of all time, what am I to do? Generation pimps, granddaddy and my father too What the fuck are y'all thinking, this is heaven sent 8 albums in, other rappers are irrelevant It's evident that I'm so elegant and intelligent These other clowns sound like they rapping with speech impediments Ol' dribble mouth niggas, y'all should lay it up Play it up, talking about your life like you made it up Well here's a story for the ages, I'm a living legend And my security guards are named Smith & Wesson Fuck an adlib on this one, man, let it ride This for the fans, I love y'all, baby Ludaversal, March 31st! I'm trynna fucking tell y'all Best album I ever did, nigga. Hungry, boy! [?], we going places, man",7,8,7,7,7,11,13,6,2,8,0.9317
144,144,/songs/141801,Ludacris,Raised In The South,https://genius.com/Ludacris-raised-in-the-south-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/141801,#IDGAF,2013-05-24," Keep my name out your mu'fuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth) {*3X*} Cause I was raised in the motherfuckin' south (in the south) Keep my name out your mu'fuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth) {*3X*} Cause I was raised in the motherfuckin'... (Luda!) Southside, College Park, yeah I rep that Where there's money, all my dawgs, go and fetch that Niggas robbin' in the hood, we don't sweat that Throw some some red dots up on your head and connect that (HAHH!) I guess you in the right place, at the right time And I been drinkin' I'm not really in my right mind The wrong move'll make a nigga grab the right nine Knock your livin' daylights out, bitch, night time Come off up them stacks, if you don't give 'em then we gon' take 'em Go and get 'em or we gon' chase him, go stick him and might erase him Or turn him into a patient, any demon's we gon' face 'em Or see all the pigs and all that bacon, we gon' as-salamu alaykum These pussy niggas only talkin' cause they got lips Guess them choppers only bustin' cause them bitches got clips (YEEEAH~!) Got them niggas bustin' off the motorcycle like Chips (haha) Think I seen them round Bloods, so they mighta been Crips All this rappin' ain't no action, see I can't respect that (nah) Bout to ask him for that trap, and nigga I'mma check that (DAAAMN) Hundred units in the living room, and you can bet that I'm so high up in this bitch look like I got a jet pack (WHOO) If you a real street nigga, won't you tell me how it feel So bought some 26s before you played her like Bill So keep your name up out your mouth, gives a fuck bout how you feel Cause in these motherfuckin' streets, +I Am Legend+ like Will These niggas is sweeter than a sweet potato, softer than Play-Doh, hope bitch nigga, lay low A-Town by the way of Illinois and our blocks come together like Legos, they know Who I am, I'm the man with a plane and a nigga with verses, blowin' a rapper to pieces Got a crew full of untamed dogs, and I'm thinkin' that I'm really bout to let 'em off the leashes (WOOF) I'm scratchin the surface, the nigga with the million dollar verses (WHOO) These rappers are worthless and all I really wanna do is piss 'em off on purpose I'm possessed, stick a needle in your back like a nigga doing voodoo curses Givin' them a two piece with a biscuit and hell no I ain't talkin 'bout churches (OHHH) Get nervous, get robbed of your valuables nigga like I'm snatching your purses And I got a couple urges to clown on you niggas like a three ring circus If you ain't got no warrants, then you best to believe it'll be no searches So keep my name up out your mouth before I close your curtains ",16,10,11,12,6,22,14,8,12,9,-0.9271
145,145,/songs/4539713,Ludacris,Rap City Freestyle,https://genius.com/Ludacris-rap-city-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/4539713,None,2017-10-04," Rap City, The Basement Big Tigger, off the top, freestyle, no replacement With my man Ludacris, and I-20 Coming on down every week and scooping honeys You know how it go but please abstain from testing us The album called The Golden Grain DTP, watch the kids flow, step out the way And let my man Ludacris come through with the flow I see some fools ain’t smart ‘cause they going against me I been rapping since Tyson punched Soda Popinski On a whole ‘nother level, I pass the elite You can ask Red and Meth, I’ll rip a Casio beat Ribbit! Chicks dig it, long as my clique spit it My Cadillac truck gets lower than six midgets It’s wood, kid-id, cars for six digits I’ll rip ya eye out and play FOOS-ball with it Girls see me, they holler and holler hard So much money, I’m ‘bout to buy College Park My records just play, I don’t need payola Long as my eyes stay redder than crayon Crayolas And drill the player-hater, you hardly stacking When you see me, don’t say nothing like Charlie Chapman Ludacris, mmm! “Velvet Jones” AKA “Slap a TRICK With a Cellular Phone” I’m carrying chrome, bullets headed straight to your dome I dig my cradle from my grave, bury my bones It’s scary alone, scarier than hesitant people Gotta smoke a lot of good, ‘cause my residence evil My weapons are lethal, lethal like Murtaugh/Riggs After I blast you, I’ma hurt y’all kids When they see me in the street, parents blast and boo me TVs in my ‘Lac are showing nasty movies And all I gotta do is make a Hillandale call I’m big, you smaller than Avondale Mall What! What! What! What! I-20, what’s up? What’s up? What’s up? [Verse 3: I-20] Yeah, after ground, I hit you, put you under the street The only peace that I know is hidden under my seat Disturbing tha Peace, we selling out, you still on the shelf 2-0, I’m Pee Wee Herman, man, I’m feeling myself You feeling my wealth? Check it, dog, here come the cream So many throwbacks, you’d swear I got a time machine Know what I mean? Jump in the big-body Benz and Car been stopped with the rims still spinning It’s Information Infamous, I keep an infrared Ducking D.A., neglecting off to never mess with Feds I’m all about the bread, chrome-y head, I bust it down People call my style “monogamy,” ‘cause I don’t mess around Yeah! I-Dub! Tryna re-place me in the worst way Shoutout to JT, it’s his damn birthday What! Golden Grain, baby!",14,16,12,12,13,24,24,10,10,20,-0.9745
146,146,/songs/89736,Ludacris,Representin,https://genius.com/Ludacris-representin-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/89736,Ludaversal,2012-10-09," I’ll be representing, representing I’ll be representing, representing You represent for bad bitches all around the world The way you put it down in between the sheets Is like no other girl You done take it a whole another level of freakiness When you blow my mind To the point where all the other women Kinda feeling like you stole their shine So I better come with it, then I better come spilt it And I can admit that I’m feeling a little pressure When you’re telling me I better come get it But I’m the man for the job Can’t nobody do it quite like I do And the same go for you We a match made in heaven I’ma stand right by you While you saying [Pre-chorus: Kelly Rowland, Ludacris, Both] Just wanna keep all your attention baby (Yeah, alright, alright, alright, hey) It turns me on to know I turn you on Yeah, ok, ok, ok, hey Can I grab the wheel and drive you crazy? (Yeah, alright, alright, alright, hey) Sit in the front row and watch me perform (You do that and you gonna learn today) I’ll Be representing, representing Get on that thang, get on that thang Get on that thang and represent I’ll be representing, representing Get on that thang, get on that thang Get on that thang Watch how I put it down Put it down like ay Only know you can do it Then I’ma hit every single one of your spots And really you don’t need to walk me through it But you can talk me through it What I’m asking if it’s mine Cause I'mma be your motivation Just tryna see if you can break my fucking spine I’m so attracted, to the way you carry yourself And keep your composure You a lady in the street But behind closed doors you’re a fucking soldier A brother would never know That’s how you like it ha But that booty pack a mean punch And I’ma spike it, huh, while you saying [Pre-chorus: Kelly Rowland, Ludacris, Both] Just wanna keep all your attention baby (Yeah, alright, alright, alright, hey) It turns me on to know I turn you on Yeah, ok, ok, ok, hey Can I grab the wheel and drive you crazy? (Yeah, alright, alright, alright, hey) Sit in the front row and watch me perform (You do that and you gonna learn today) I’ll be representing, representing Get on that thang, get on that thang Get on that thang and represent I’ll be representing, representing Get on that thang, get on that thang Get on that thang Watch how I put it down You’re incredible, edible, unforgettable Body is so angelical, the rebel with a cause Speaking in hypotheticals Could I marry you if I wanted to I’ll take you how you coming Just learn to live with your flaws Even though it’s not that many You give me that good and plenty Then I walk around all day grinning My mind and body are gone That jj so sublime throw it in the air and turn to sunshine You make me wanna call the crib And say I’m never coming home, Luda! While you saying [Pre-Hook: Kelly Rowland, Ludacris, Both] Just wanna keep all your attention baby (Keep all your attention) (Yeah, alright, alright, alright, hey) It turns me on to know I turn you on Yeah, ok, ok, ok, hey Can I grab the wheel and drive you crazy? (Yeah) (Yeah, alright, alright, alright, hey) Sit in the front row and watch me perform (You do that and you gonna learn today) I’ll be representing, representing Get on that thang, get on that thang Get on that thang and represent I’ll be representing, representing Get on that thang, get on that thang Get on that thang Watch how I put it down I’ll be representing (I'm representing), representing I’ll be representing (I'm representing), representing Watch how I put it down",18,35,4,18,8,19,28,10,6,7,0.9985
147,147,/songs/95521,Ludacris,Rest of My Life,https://genius.com/Ludacris-rest-of-my-life-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/95521,Ludaversal,2012-11-02," If you live for somethin', you're not alone my friend So fill up your cup and lift your lighter, a toast to life They say what don't kill me can make me stronger So two drinks a night should help me live longer I blow some smoke just to give my lungs a test 'Cause why tip-toe through life to arrive safely at death? I'm on a journey, yeah I'm on a roll Sometimes gotta close my eyes just to open my soul And tonight is the night I got a feeling that I'm about to act a fool So if you go fix some drinks me and Usher about to break some rules That's somewhere to go, but the world is movin' slow I was born for the fast life I go for broke, a lesson I can't afford But for what it's worth I'm ready to pay For the rest of my life For the rest of my life Oh, oh, oh Na na, hey, oh Na na, hey, oh Na na, hey, oh Na na, hey For the rest of my life If I got one life to live, I'ma party 'til I'm dead What the hell is a life worth livin' if it's not on the edge? Tryna keep my balance, I'm twisted so just in case I fall Written on my tombstone should say ""Women, Weed, and Alcohol"" That's somewhere to go, but the world is movin' slow I was born for the fast life I go for broke, a lesson I can't afford But for what it's worth I'm ready to pay For the rest of my life For the rest of my life Oh, oh, oh Na na, hey, oh Na na, hey, oh Na na, hey, oh Na na, hey If you live for somethin', you're not alone my friend So fill up your cup, lift your lighters, a toast to life I'm stuck in this moment, freeze the hands of time Cause I feel inner peace when I'm out of my mind And you can call me crazy, but I like to roll the dice So I'm willin' to bet that I'ma be crazy for the rest of... For the rest of my life For the rest of my life For the rest of my life",5,12,4,11,9,11,28,10,3,13,-0.7793
148,148,/songs/55170,Ludacris,Rich And Flexin,https://genius.com/Ludacris-rich-and-flexin-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/55170,None,2011-09-03," I'm drunk, I'm rich I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch? Bitches all on my jock, they want my Dang-a-lang Swinging all on my nuts like an orangutan Half a million dollar car Half a million dollar watch No roof on the Drophead Phantom It got karate chopped Got a couple black belts But they all from Louis Louis Get get 'em wetter than scuba divers These fuckin' groupy-groupies Swagger's through the ceiling, these haters mad as fuck Get money like Vegas chips BITCH stack em up! I'm drunk, I'm rich I'm flexin, ain't that a bitch? Bitches be crying for me, they want my autograph Shorty rollercoaster ridin: Six Flags She'll food on that dick? I'll never eat that bitch Cold feelings, hard dick No hands got me rich I’m on my Bricksquad monopoly shit Stuntin with the roof off Flocka always flexin Bad hoes always textin Tatted up like a mexican Magnums for protection Flocka meet me at the weston Up on my wish bone,These hoes get split in two I dont want no birds up in my car, I dont drive no chicken coupe I be all in that new ferrari, I be spillin out champaene No rocks on the road Luda? Bitch they all in my damn chain Gotta keep it moving Mami, Gotta get that guacamole I got that purp and a little bit of gold, I got shit run with Kobe Like I should shoot the jayyy and smoke a couple too Other rappers wanna be my friends, Im to rich to Fuck with you",16,3,13,15,4,20,7,12,2,4,-0.9774
149,149,/songs/1620855,Ludacris,Rob Quarters (skit),https://genius.com/Ludacris-rob-quarters-skit-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1620855,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-10-07," What's the deal people?! It's the Natural Disaster: T-Storm comin' at you with another hip-hop spotlight Since the success of being a radio air personality from back in the day And later goin' on to release his independent album Ludacris has inspired other radio jocks to persue careers in Hip-Hop Meet Rob Quarters, a 62-year-old air personality from WZZZ in Bus County Georgia I was granted the opportunity to holla at Mr. Quarters about his upcoming album And here's what he had to say People keep askin' ""Why Rob Quarter, why Rob Quarter, 62-year-old muthafuckin' g?"" Wanna make an album, that's all You know, I been, I've been thinking about doin' this shit since, you know, back when I was forty, so I figured ""Hey fuck it. I'm a go ahead and just do the damn thing, just go ahead and do the damn thing."" So, here's the first single off my new album ""Get Hard, Or Die Tryin'"" Ya'll feel that? Feel that nigga It's called ""Viagra Has Been Good To Me"" Now feel that fuckin' nigga! Hey, ya'll holla back at a muthafucker and you know what I'm always sayin nigga: If you can't earn no muthafuckin' cents, you better beg for the quarter",8,5,7,5,4,10,12,6,4,4,-0.9418
150,150,/songs/477129,Ludacris,Rob The Robbers,https://genius.com/Ludacris-rob-the-robbers-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/477129,Pre-Release Therapy: The Truth Will Set You Free,2006-09-19," How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber? All black gloves, black mask, here we go again The traps goin' slow, so I'm kickin' niggas doors again Them pussy niggas soft, so the dealers goin' hard for it I'm off in the truck, call up Buck, he got the hard for it I got scopes on the AR, make it easy to just pop at you The first talkin' dope boy, then we hit to rob at you Won't hesitate to pull it out, empty out a clip Heard your partner got the cannons, so I'm tryin' to hit a lick I ain't got to contemplate it, see I'm down to demonstrate it I'm a DTP nigga, G-Unit affiliated Got a clique full of street niggas, ready for the shit And a crib full of thick hoes, down for the joint Tell them pretty niggas, here we come Lay it down, G it up Extra clips, extra round, pick a clown, hit 'em Buck Hit 'em with that semi, or bust with that revolver How the hell you robbers, gonna rob a robber? How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber? Snatch niggas out their Chevies in traffic, I'm a savage The devil made me do it nigga, I gotta have it I'm hoppin' out this Escalade, chopper in my hand I catch the ones that I can, and start poppin' at they man They say the hood wanna kill me, the police want me locked up So I just take their jewelry, every time I pop up My album went platinum, and yeah, the nigga still jackin' I ain't lyin' or actin', it's just that I love it with a passion You should these niggas faces with the .40's on they shorties Have they ass breakin' up like this dope game ain't for me (oh) So, come on pussy nigga, bring it if you that hard And watch when you come home, I'll be layin' in your backyard Niggas turn to trackstars, runnin' when we comin' See, them beepers see me do it, but they don't know who done it Ay 20, make sure you tell that nigga Luda, I'm a shoota' So if he got a problem with them cowards, bring me through there How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber? .45 in the crevice of the 'Lac seat Hummin, comin' right at ya These hollows will make you think you at a track meet Boys hit the back street I'm ridin shotgun, with a shotgun Pussy niggas hit the back seat Chickens wanna act sweet Cause of my candy-coated paint and size 24 shoes I call 'em Shaq's feet, rollin' 20 Lacs deep Whoever want it, we done it At 2100 Jack-U street So hide-ya hide-ya wallet-wallet Tuck-ya tuck-ya chain-chain I don't wanna, cock-it cock-it Chicka-chicka bang-bang Ain't no way to try to stop it, or numb the pain-pain Cause this ain't no muthafuckin video game-game But I can empty the cartridge, while you bitchin' and fussin' Grab the sticks of extra clips and press the reset button Put you on the front page of you the latest edition Tell the robbers I'm the greatest addition Motherfucker! How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber? ",26,11,31,42,5,53,20,23,9,7,-0.9968
151,151,/songs/4343,Ludacris,Rock and a Hard Place,https://genius.com/Ludacris-rock-and-a-hard-place-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/4343,Incognegro,2000-05-16," Hell yeah It's an everyday struggle Trying to get out, trying to get out, trying to make it Check this out nigga, what I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place Bad luck is what results from my paper chase I keep looking but it ain't no goals So I don't wanna look no mo', what I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place Bad luck is what results from my paper chase I keep looking but it ain't no goals So I don't wanna look no mo', what I need to get away to another day or place and time And find where reality can ease my mind And shine on me like the sun to the Earth For what it's worth, my turf is rough 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 With sore eyes and keep mines on an up rise But it don't work cause I'm steady getting jerked By my neighborhood, up to no good, where bad niggas lurk They irk 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 bugging It's like I'm in a war and I just keep on tugging Cause I'm I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place Bad luck is what results from my paper chase I keep looking but it ain't no goals So I don't wanna look no mo', what I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place Bad luck is what results from my paper chase I keep looking but it ain't no goals So I don't wanna look no mo', what I try to find a way out of this maze, it's got me crazed I'm 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 nothing 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 gon' 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 then come right back with the tide 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! Just like a crowd in a stadium, mills I be craving them Money making schemes locked up in my cranium Cause I need out of this critical situation My mind's in jail, I don't know the time that it's facing Cause I'm I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place Bad luck is what results from my paper chase I keep looking but it ain't no goals So I don't wanna look no mo', what I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place Bad luck is what results from my paper chase I keep looking but it ain't no goals So I don't wanna look no mo', what I'm sick of knocking, I'm sick of clocking I'm sick of dropping in a hole, never reaching my goal It's got my soul separated into pieces, it just increases I'm hit with anger like a cook's hit with hot greases So if you understood my attitude Maybe you'd feel what I'm feeling And it'd start appealing To your intellect and aspect of dreams and aspirations Death by temptations, even got my heart pacing So I'm tracing a 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 thaw and I'll get through it even if I have to crawl My way, I see the sun and there's no delay I'ma pray, cause the Lord'll make a brighter day Or will he keep me in this holding cell? But enough with the questions, the only story to tell is that I'm I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place Bad luck is what results from my paper chase I keep looking but it ain't no goals So I don't wanna look no mo', what I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place Bad luck is what results from my paper chase I keep looking but it ain't no goals So I don't wanna look no mo', what",30,35,26,25,22,58,50,28,24,24,-0.9947
152,152,/songs/29515,Ludacris,Rollercoaster,https://genius.com/Ludacris-rollercoaster-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29515,Battle of the Sexes,2016-03-08," Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight... {*echoes*} [Verse 1: Shawnna + (Ludacris)] Ayyy, I can make that thang Go up and down like a rollercoaster Make it go round and round 'til you make that sound, now let me hold ya I kinda got somethin to show ya I really wanna get to know ya Shawty come and put yo' hands All on my body like you 'posed to Yeah, you pop one I'mma pop one too It ain't no tellin what I'm gon' do I'mma keep you sayin ""Girl you got that good"" (you got that good?) Yeah, I got you screamin ""Girl don't quit"" I'll make you ooh, like ""Girl that's it"" Now gi-gi-give it to me like you should (like I should?) Yeah, we can slow it down or speed it up I love it when you flip it then beat it up You know them other girls ain't sweet enough So every time he see me he eat it up Eat it up, eat it up Don't slow it down baby keep it up Keep it up, keep it up I love it when you make it go deep enough And I'm so gone I can't hold it in Now one mo' round, can we go again? I'm lovin each and every little thing you do I kinda think I really wanna sing to you Sing to you, sing to you You got me in a zone when I think of you Think of you, think of you Now baby come and tell me what I need to do Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight (hold tight) Hold tight (hold tight) cause we're gonna take a ride tonight Uh, said we're gonna take a ride Up and down, front to back, side to side Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight (hold tight) Hold tight (hold tight) cause we're gonna take a ride tonight We're gonna take a riiiiiiiiide Take a riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide tonight [Verse 2: Ludacris + (Shawnna)] You got yo' boots, strapped up And I got my ticket, got my ticket And I'm ready for the ride of a lifetime Is you wit it? Is you wit it? Fasten yo' seatbelt, buckle up Take two shots, double up Play this song, pump it up Then get a little closer, snuggle up Take yo' time I'mma take my time Sip a little somethin then relax yo' mind Let's do it like we never did befo' (did befo'?) Yeah, I got you screamin ""Oh my God"" The headboard hit that wall so hard Sound like somebody knockin at the do' (at the do'?) Yeah, keep yo' hands inside the ride When you up in the air and ridin high Tonight it's on, I wanna hear you moan When I put a little kiss inside your thigh Put a little bass inside your ear When I whisper and tell you that daddy's here Daddy's here, the heat is on And I love you with your little Vickie Secrets on Even though I'll never let you keep 'em on Cause you pressed my button and the freak is on Let's make it a night to remember And bend that mattress that yo' sheets is on Sheets is on, yank 'em off And every little kiss I'mma make 'em soft Yo' undergarments, take 'em off Take 'em off so you can Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight (hold tight) Hold tight (hold tight) cause we're gonna take a ride tonight Uh, said we're gonna take a ride Up and down, front to back, side to side Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight (hold tight) Hold tight (hold tight) cause we're gonna take a ride tonight We're gonna take a riiiiiiiiide Take a riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide tonight On a rollercoaster ride Up, down, front, back, side to side On a rollercoaster ride Up, down, front, back, side to side On a rollercoaster ride Up, down, front, back, side to side On a rollercoaster ride Up, down, front, back, side to side Uh, ooooooh, huh, oooooh yeahhhh Uh, cause we're gonna take a ride Up, down, front to back, side to siiiiide (Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight, hold tight) Yeahhhhhhh, ha, Dru Hill and we're sayin (Hold tight, cause we're gonna take a ride tonight) Yeahhhhh yeahhhh yeahhhh-eh-eh-eh-eahhh, ohhh (Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight, hold tight) (Hold tight, cause we're gonna take a ride tonight) Ohh yeah",2,13,0,3,14,5,21,5,8,11,0.9938
153,153,/songs/2291,Ludacris,Rollout (My Business),https://genius.com/Ludacris-rollout-my-business-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/2291,Word of Mouf,2001-10-16," Roll out I got my twin Glock forties, 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 forties, 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 mackin' 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 dues Breakin' the rules, I shake fools, while I'm takin' a cruise Tell me who's your weed man and 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 of cans, a whoop ass, you did a good ass job Of just eyein' me, spyin' me I got my twin Glock forties, 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 forties, 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 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 ceilin' And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' The better I'm feelin', the more that I'm chillin' Winnin', drillin' and killin' the feelin' Now, who's that bucket naked cook, fixin' three course meals? Gettin' goosebumps with her body tapped in six inch heels What in the world is in that room, what you got in that room? A couple of gats, a couple of knives, a couple of rappers A couple of wives, now it's time to choose I got my twin Glock forties, 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 forties, 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 Are you custom made, custom paid, or you just custom fitted? Playstation 2 up in the ride, 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 whew 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 pace, so shake, shake it I got my twin Glock forties, 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 forties, 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 Get out my business, my business Stay the fuck up out my business Cause these niggas all up in my shit And it's my business, my business Stay the fuck up out my business Cause it's mine, oh, mine My business, my business Stay the fuck up out my business Cause these niggas all up in my shit And it's my business, my business Stay the fuck up out my business Cause it's mine, oh, mine Timberland, Ludacris, Disturbing Tha Peace",13,24,6,6,15,11,39,3,13,25,-0.992
154,154,/songs/1616,Ludacris,Runaway Love,https://genius.com/Ludacris-runaway-love-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1616,Release Therapy,2007-02-12," Yeah, and it go a little somethin' Li-li-like this Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) Now little Lisa's only nine years old She's tryin to figure out why the world is so cold Why she's all alone and they never met her family Momma's always gone and she never met her daddy Part of her is missin and nobody'll listen Momma's on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen Bringin home men at different hours of the night Startin with some laughs, usually endin in a fight Sneakin in her room when her momma's knocked out Tryin to have his way and little Lisa says ouch She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her Tries to tell her mom but her momma don't believe her Lisa's stuck up in a world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothin else to do but get some clothes and pack She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back (Like this) Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) Little Nicole is only ten years old She's steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her Alcoholic stepdad always wanna strike her Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises Teachers ask questions, she's makin up excuses Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out It's only one girl really knows what she's about Her name is little Stacy and they become friends Promise that they'll always be tight 'til the end Until one day lil' Stacy gets shot A drive-by bullet went stray up on her block Now Nicole's stuck up in a world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack She says she's 'bout to run away and NEVER come back Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) Little Erica is eleven years old She's steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold So she pops X to get rid of all the pain Plus she's havin sex with her boy who's sixteen Emotions run deep as she thinks she's in love So there's no protection, he's usin no glove Never thinkin 'bout the consequences of her actions Livin for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction The days go by and her belly gets big The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid Knowin her momma would blow it all out of proportion Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion Erica is stuck up in a world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack She says she 'bout to run away and NEVER come back, ah! Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) Runaway love (love love) runaway love (love love) Runaway runaway love Don't keep runnin away I'll run away with you, if you want me to Lahhhhhhh Yeah, I can only imagine what you goin through ladies Sometimes I feel like runnin away myself So do me a favor right now and close your eyes And picture us runnin away together When we come back everything gonna be okay Open your eyes",13,6,6,12,56,44,61,25,7,11,0.9937
155,155,/songs/1006138,Ludacris,Saturday,https://genius.com/Ludacris-saturday-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1006138,None,2017-10-04,"I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash Just seen a big ol' ass it's Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky System on blast, cops just pass Just seen a big ol' ass its Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on up Double shot Hennesey fill my cup Luda choke smoke in a big black truck Should I whyle out, WHAT THE FUCK Act like my rims ain't clean How you gonna ack like my neck don't bling? Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen But they don't never really wanna pop them thangs Cane, cane sugar man Luda don't go And I stop at a light, pull off so slow But I'm out for the night, so pass that dro So, daddy come home in a Cadillac broom, cadillac broom? Now don't it sound absurd Claim College Park where they flip them birds Trick car alarms, then bend them curves Chop chop, chunk it up fat man HERB I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash Just seen a big ol' ass it's Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky System on blast, cops just pass Just seen a big ol' ass its Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky It's illegal but the plants in my backyard grow, that's my buds Smoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luck Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, nigga WHAT?! Act like I don't make cloud, how you gonna act like I don't get loud? How you gonna act like I don't rock crowds? And leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smile If I recollect right then you sound like dirt But, I guess what you really don't know don't hurt With a vest, and a pump hear the shotgun squirt My folks on the block, man, they got that word (they got that word) Don't it smell so good, in Southwest where they rep that hood Protect your chest, they up to no good And come through flossin, they wish y'all would I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash Just seen a big ol' ass it's Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky System on blast, cops just pass Just seen a big ol' ass its Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky Worldwide hustlers get that dough Work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick Keep a D eagle with an extra clip Think it ain't so, sucka trip! Act like I just do rap How you gonna act like I just ain't strapped? How you gonna act like I don't push lacs? Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on BACK! Ichy finger trigger, man, Luda don't squeeze With a bag on tha block I'ma make 'em say please In the back, on block so the cops they freeze And I'm so high, I think I got a nose bleed, (you gotta nose bleed?) Don't it smell so sweet? In DECATUR, where they pack that heat And rob NEIGHBORS in the night creep, creep I'll see you LATER we'll be in them streets... I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash Just seen a big ol' ass it's Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky System on blast, cops just pass Just seen a big ol' ass its Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash Just seen a big ol' ass it's Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky System on blast, cops just pass Just seen a big ol' ass its Saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky ",21,11,29,24,12,30,39,9,18,42,-0.9807
156,156,/songs/29580,Ludacris,Saturday (Oooh! Oooh!),https://genius.com/Ludacris-saturday-oooh-oooh-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29580,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27," + (Sleepy Brown) I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday!) Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky System on blast, cops just pass Just seen a big ol' ass (It's Saturday!) Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on up Double shot Hennesey fill my cup Luda choke smoke in a big black truck Should I wild out, WHAT THE FUCK?! How you goin Act like my rims ain't clean How you gonna ack like my neck don't bling? Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen But they don't never really wanna pop them thangs Cane, cane sugar man Luda don't go And I stop at a light, pull off so slow But I'm out for the night, so pass that dro So, daddy come home in a Cadillac brome, cadillac brome? Now don't it sound absurd Claim College Park where they flip them birds Trick car alarms, then bend them curves Chop chop, chunk it up fat man herb It's illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow, that's my bud Smoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luck Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, NIGGA WHAT?! Act like I don't make clout, how you gonna act like I don't get loud? How you gonna act like I don't rock crowds? And leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smile If I recollect right then you sound like dirt But, I guess what you really don't know don't hurt With a vest, and a pump hear the shot gun squirt My folks on the block, man, they got that work (they got that work) Don't it smell so good, in Southwest where they rep that hood Protect your chest, they up to no good And come through flossin, they wish y'all would Worldwide hustlers get that dough Work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick Keep a D eagle with an extra clip Think it ain't so, SUCK A DICK! Act like I just do rap How you gonna act like I just ain't strapped? How you gonna act like I don't push lacs? Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on BACK! Ichy finger trigger, man, Luda don't squeeze With a mac, with a Glock I'mma make 'em say please In the back, on block so the cops they freeze And I'm so high, I think I got a nose bleed, you gotta nose bleed? Don't it smell so sweet? In Decatur, where we pack that heat And rob the neighbors in the night creep, creep I'll see you LATER we'll be in them streets... ",16,7,13,14,8,31,29,10,15,28,0.9879
157,157,/songs/59784,Ludacris,Save it for Another Day,https://genius.com/Ludacris-save-it-for-another-day-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/59784,1.21 Gigawatts: Back To the First Time,2011-11-15,": save it for another day I ain’t try to hear that shit no way Hold up Let me take two steps And you can miss me with that bullshit Miss me with that bullshit Miss me with that bullshit : you looking at a eight figure nigga Gone of the liquor And I'm Fired up like the booty of a swisha Make the trunk shake like a California quake And everywhere I go these bitches tryna take my picture All white beamer accentuated features Salt around the rim like a fucking margarita Cops profiling but Im still wylin' Hopin that they never find the cannabis sativa Smoke in moderation like niggas on probation I break it like a record then I put it in rotation Pass it like a test cause this system got me stressed So when they stop me askin for license and registration I'm like : Yeah, pass the lighter I'm rolling like a tire And yeah we are about to blow I got that bomb like alquaeda The streets are not at ease so I keep the desert eeeg (eagle) Any given day you can get this cannon like mariah Yea I rock your cradle drop you like your label Got some firearms come illegal like my cable Try me and you wishin for a gang of ammunition I'm handy with this cap people thinkin I'm disabled Couple ladies with me cause I'm long like pippy So you'll just find yourself in a manage like nicki A sucker for them curves with over a billion serves I said bitch get on Dees (this) and I ain't talkin bout mickey Ugh Far from sober drivin on the shoulder Bass boom trunk got that thunder like Oklahoma Woofers and them tweeters My Acura got beat My kickers go hard yea my speakers got a boner its Chrome kitted five percent tinted On the highway gettin head I told her push me to the limit She got my balls sprung like I hit a home run She make her mouth streeetch like the fuckin seventh innin' So its one two three strikes you outta there Luda got em playin with they self like solitaire Birds of a feather 'spose to stick together But thicker women sayin they friend look like Halle Berry I'm like ",13,5,5,11,5,14,10,8,4,11,0.9427
158,158,/songs/59437,Ludacris,Say It To My Face,https://genius.com/Ludacris-say-it-to-my-face-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/59437,1.21 Gigawatts: Back To the First Time,2011-11-15," Hey, before I eat an MC I say my grace Leave you dead without a trace Got a problem with me, Say it to my face (to my face) To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face) Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place Didn't your bosses ever tell you niggas you could be replaced To the fans yous a disgrace Got a problem with me say it to my face(to my face) To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face) Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place Got a chopper, kinda like a helicopter For any nigga that thinks it's sweet And you better call the doctor, have you shakin' like a maraca Drippin' like this beat, blood spillin' like a faulty faucet Plug his ass, before you end up in a hearse Put the gear in reverse then you better hit the fucking Gas {tires screech} You broke n' now you bitter But how the hell is a nigga gonna start beef with me On his fucking twitter? (for real?) You know where I be You know where I stay, I ain't that hard to find All up on my D, when the DTP boy You sweeter than a valen... tine How can you call yourself a man boy (man boy) You's Ludacris number one fan boy (fan boy) Then you left and you're gone ""goodbye"" lazy I don't miss you Then you signed to a nigga, who signed to a nigga Who signed to another nigga (what the fuck?) Smart move, boy you dumb as hell You should take your soul and have a end of the summer sale But all your records are my theme song (why?) 'Cuz I'm still shopping off your ringtone Hey, before I eat an MC I say my grace Leave you dead without a trace Got a problem with me, say it to my face (to my face) To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face) Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place Didn't your bosses ever tell you niggas you could be replaced To the fans yous a disgrace Got a problem with me say it to my face(to my face) To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face) Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place Ah, to you internet gangsters, Facebook hoes Email bullies I can see your camel toe (HI!) Instead of talking to a nigga straight up You'd rather send a text (text) Well I think you a bitch and you should change your sex (sex) Hiding behind your phone screen (phone screen) Better run the other way you playin' for the wrong team (team) Dick in the booty ass nigga (dick in the booty ass nigga) Ol' take another dude to the movies ass nigga I can see your Kit-Kat, gimme a break hit him in his face How you keep it real when you know a nigga fake Better hit the brakes when you see me nigga shake You gon' run into convulsions, hater emotions and epileptic seizures Put a nail in a nigga your career is over hang'em up like jesus Amen (amen) sayonara (sayonara) ok then (ok then) Next time you cryin' tell a bitch nigga But keep in mind... yous a bitch nigga Hey, before I eat an MC I say my grace Leave you dead without a trace Got a problem with me, say it to my face (to my face) To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face) Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place Didn't your bosses ever tell you niggas you could be replaced To the fans yous a disgrace Got a problem with me say it to my face(to my face) To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face) Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place Put a pussy ass nigga in his place With that toolie on my waste like ""huh"" I put it to his face and ask the pussy nigga ""How it taste like? huh?"" He said it taste like nine (nine) Told him it's a Glock 10 though (10 though) Niggas thinkin' this a game til' them shots hit his body Bend his ass like limbo Give my shooters yo' info Send them right to yo place, put them right in yo face Nigga like ""what you say?"" Catch you night time and then brighten your day Shots at your head they dont like what you say Coroner’s comin' ta wipe you away Think you a G, get hit right with the K Wherever you standing, thats right where you lay (blah) Y'all niggas run yall mouth just like a bunch of bitches Pussy niggas talking just like a bunch of snitches Lord be my witness, I ask for forgiveness But if these pussy niggas keep runnin' they mouth I'mma give them the business Heard you pussy ass niggas talkin' bout me When I'm not around Told another nigga, so he told another nigga And it got around (got around) So I told the other nigga Go tell the other nigga ""move outta town"" (outta town) 'Cuz my dawg playin' hardball with the sawn off Like you out of bounds, BOOM! Hey, before I eat an MC I say my grace Leave you dead without a trace Got a problem with me, say it to my face (to my face) To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face) Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place Didn't your bosses ever tell you niggas you could be replaced To the fans yous a disgrace Got a problem with me say it to my face(to my face) To my face (to my face) To my face (to my face) Put a pussy ass nigga all in his place",19,8,18,24,7,49,23,26,14,15,-0.9989
159,159,/songs/29521,Ludacris,Screwed Up,https://genius.com/Ludacris-screwed-up-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29521,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-10-07,"(*Man coughs*) (*Man talking*) Ah yeah, we sending this one out From everybody I mean to everybody from the H-Town to the A-Town to worldwide So get your lighters, get your drink And I tell you what I'm so fucked up, and screwed up If anybody try to blow my high, you know what I'mma tell 'em (Chorus) Ludacris Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! [I'm screwed up] I feel better than I've ever felt before, Ah! Intoxicated but maintaining self-control, Ah! I took a swig, I had a jug, chug-a-log, I'm loud and clear I had some bud, I lit it up, and then I made it disappear Cause my magic tricks, are so fabulous This shit's hazardous, got amateurs smoking canibus If you mad at this, damn it then (Chorus) I made a, call to my dog, time to split the blunt and break it up Three-wheel motion, purple potion, I gotta shake it up I tried to kick the habit, but it keep calling me Abracadabra, here's a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed Zig-Zag's and golden wraps got my mind gone Drugs don't affect my work, I still get my grind on (Chorus) I'm leaning like the Tower of Pisa, the syrup squeezer Come close to my stash, and get treated as if I'm Ebeneezer I'm throwed, blowed, matter-of-fact let's call this the thrower potion I'm screwed up, so no wonder things are in slower motion I gots to have it,can't kick the habit, I've tried to shake it The drug experiment stage if you mistake then (Chorus) I'm from Screwed Up Texas, we drive reckless, and then we peel off You ain't had shit until you smoke Sweet Tooth and Jack Frost Hit it twice but don't cough, you gotta take it man If it's a record for smoking I'm 'bout to break it man Me and Luda puffing budda, we in a black Cougar On Zap Judas, you try to jack us we grab rugers (Chorus) How can I say it plain? That I'm off that Mary Jane And if it's true what they say Then I don't know how many cells is left in my fucking brain But I'mma keep on writing and lighting Minds of these hungry rappers And tell the hood that I've hired niggas and fired crackers On the Fourth of July, opens your eyes I'm joking stupid I love all races but if you hating my music then (Chorus) I love my I get patient we never have to take a piss test Fuck a 9 to 5 cause I'm always getting rest I wake to breakfest and head You wake up to breakfast in bed Should I drive my H2? Hmmm? I'mma take the Lexus instead Pimping ain't dead but I'll leave you niggas Dead from all this pimping I'm riding spinners like a pimp That's why I'm limping (Chorus) Off substances that's controlled That's how this story goes I popped the cap, broke the ice And Lil' Flip done broke the mold I'm so cold I think I, see dead people Nah, that's just my homies passed out in the Regal Believe it, the potency is so strong, if you notice me I'm calm, cool, and collected and if you, disrespect it (Chorus) We doing this for them players that bank screw music We don't pass out after 8 blunts, because we used to it Me and Cris like cheech & chong So hurry, break out the weed and the bong Cause if it ain't Grade A trees, we gotta leave it alone And to my homie screw, you know I gotta hold it down And if they want it then they gotta come and take the crown (Chorus) (*Man talking*) Hahahahahaha So there you have it Sending this one out to all my drinkers and all my smokers United and lighted we stand inebriated we fall And if you wanna pass the sobriety and breathalyzer test Here's a quick Luda tip some packets of mustard in your car Keep mustard god damn it and whoever said the south can't rhyme (Chorus)",19,11,11,8,8,39,34,10,10,15,-0.9832
160,160,/songs/57695,Ludacris,Secret Song,https://genius.com/Ludacris-secret-song-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/57695,The Preview,2008-01-01," I wear my sunglasses at night so I can — so I can I wear my sunglasses at night so I can — so I can (Two chainz) I am wearin' my sunglasses, I'm feelin' fantastic I'm blowin' on that [?] watchin' a plasma, what have you And shorty layin' in my lap, then she sit up in my lap Tried to take my glasses off, I'm like, ""Uh-uh-uh— none o' that"" [?] wit' a hun'ed packs [?] wit' a hun'ed stacks I'm ridin' in a fancy car with twenty-somethin's ona that Yeah you gotta honor that, cause you know we runnin' it I'm a fuckin' soldier, that make my kid an army-brat Ain't no need o' stallin', when you call, we ain't callin' back Yeah we want that product, when we rob you we'll take all o' that Yeah, my sunglasses on, it keep my face tucked See, when her sunglasses on, yeah that's her make-up With tinted frames on my eyelids look what I did I drive with no gasoline like a hybrid I'm high, bitch. I'm on it, ho Seven-five-oh on two-eighty-five, peddle on the flo' [?] in my [?], I fell in love with dough It's all about that money, that's all you need to know I can't explain it, I don't know what you drinkin' See all I care about is pussy, weed, and Ben Franklins (Aphilliates, nigga. Pay attention, biatch!) I wear my sunglasses at night so I can — so I can I wear my sunglasses at night so I can — so I can (Tell these motherfuckers how I do it. Luda!) I wear my sunglasses at night-time, never in my right mind Pushin', peddlin' then movin' that gwop right through that pipeline Money money's what I see an' money money's what I be in Freshly dipped from head to toe, flew to Cabo just for the weekend Bitch, that's just how I do it; Oh bitch, I get right to it Sippin' on some Golden Grain, but my niggas we call it embalmin' fluid Put a bomb in your mamma's house, put a bomb in your bitch's bed Meanwhile over on the southside, Ludacris is gettin' head I'm on that foolish shit, only got one life to live I'm shootin' pool wi' Tit, only got five thou' to give Till I stop tellin' Tit to rack 'em, then we shoot them dice 'n' clack 'em Later on that night on the southside, we got some bitches and macked 'em Right down to their bare-essentials, don't mess wit' 'em on their menstruals Don't test us like that bitch — get a number two fuckin' pencil You must be out your noggin, better make the right decision I wear my sunglasses at night cause they got x-ray vision I wear my sunglasses at night so I can — so I can I wear my sunglasses at night so I can — so I can",17,9,9,10,8,25,21,12,7,20,-0.9545
161,161,/songs/51069,Ludacris,Sex Faces,https://genius.com/Ludacris-sex-faces-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/51069,None,2017-10-04," I met this chick in Motor City And her name was Lexus Ass out of control and her chest was wreckless So we exchanged numbers Plenty calls and texts about gaining New friends and X-ing our exes In the back of my mind I just wanted to sex this Gotta give her the D And some pearls as her necklace So, I had her for dinner Woke her up for breakfast Around seven thirteen like Houston, Texas She’s everything I hoped for in the bedroom And like Tyra Banks, I need some headroom Because she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose I never sat her on the bench, she my starting hose I'm on point at Game time Y’all be guardin' hoes Yeah, she never plays games like the Parker bros And we be drinking Conjure by the cases Meanwhile your girl’s been exchanging fuck faces You must be used to all the finer things Infatuated by what money brings It seems to me, you hoes'll never change (Hoes won't ever change..) So all that’s left is for us to exchange.. I met her at a restaurant She was a waitress One day I went in and sat at her table She asked me what will I be having? I said ""the basics Well-done steak, vegetables and potatoes” She asked if I will be having a drink, I said ""later"" Bring me a glass of vodka and a chaser As me and my homie sat and discussed paper I could feel a fire burning me like a laser I could see her thighs Through uniform pants, so I didn’t leave a tip I left her an advance Along with my number saying ""give me a call"" And you know I didn’t have to leave my name at all! She called me when she got off So I invited her to my loft And she flew over like a moth thing You know she came straight up outta all of that cloth We had a couple blunts and some champagne Then she massaged all of my back pains Then it became time for her to pack things I said hit me up again, we do the same thing Jumped in the shower, got out and saw a text message It had a smiley face and said “you the best sexy XOXO!” I replied I love your fuck face You must be used to all the finer things Infatuated by what money brings It seems to me you hoes will never change (Hoes won't ever change) So all that’s left is for us to exchange",3,7,0,8,7,7,13,4,6,8,0.9627
162,162,/songs/861,Ludacris,Sex Room,https://genius.com/Ludacris-sex-room-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/861,Battle of the Sexes,2010-05-18," Welcome to my sex room Sex room, room, oh, oh, oh Welcome to my sex room, room Hah, welcome to my little sanctuary You been lookin' so good all day And you really got a nigga pretty anxious ba-by Better call your boss, tell him that your daddy's home Take a couple days off and take it off And leave nothin' but yo' T-shirt and your panties on Feelin' high but I'm hung real low, lookin' sorta like a tri-pod So power down your cell phone, and power up your iPod Power down your inhibitions, and power up your inner freak Yes, yeah fuck, is the only words that you finna speak It's about to get real X-rated, can you handle what I'm 'bout to do? But enough about me, let me think should I be worryin' about if I can handle you? Damn right I'ma get that thang and I'ma put my name on it All night I'ma whip that thang, Allstate better put a claim on it I claim my territory, my tongue finna mark you up You could be my firecracker, my tongue finna spark you up Get ready for blast-off, waterfalls gon' splash off You might lose around four or five pounds so get ready to sweat your ass off Welcome to my sex room, where your body meets my body It's our private afterparty, if you want it girl I got it In my sex room, candles and the pole Sex your body to your soul, from the bed down to the floor Sex room, mirrors in the headboard Even got a camcord', baby, won't you dance In my sex room, where your body meets my body It's our private afterparty, if you want it girl, I got it In my sex room Let the candles burn, I'ma turn these lights down And when your body gets hot, it'll get you licked up, and iced down Nipples hard as rocks, lips as soft as cotton You the apple of my eye, and I got you spoiled rotten I'ma get my video camera, let's make a movie baby You the star, so as soon as I press record, you gots to do me baby You could stare all in the mirror, take a peak at how good you lookin' I'ma have your body smokin', take a look at what Luda's cookin' My arm underneath your leg, legs all behind your head is how I gots to getcha Right hand, left hand on red in the bed like we been playin' Twister Now I got you tangled up, and you caught all in my web Should I let you loose? Nah, I think I'll get the blindfold instead You better get a couple towels baby 'cause we about to slip and slide You don't ever need a horse or a saddle, I'ma give you this dick to ride I'ma grant your every wish, and fulfill your fantasy Ain't nobody else allowed in the sex room, it's only you and me Welcome to my sex room, where your body meets my body It's our private afterparty, if you want it girl I got it In my sex room, candles and the pole Sex your body to your soul, from the bed down to the floor Sex room, mirrors in the headboard Even got a camcord', baby, won't you dance In my sex room, where your body meets my body It's our private afterparty, if you want it girl, I got it Listenin' to what your body say, we can do it every other kind of way Hit it in the sun, up in the shade, tell me what it is, I got you babe Baby, let's hop up in the shower, baby, let me snatch up off that towel Let me get a vowel, I-O-U, so I-E-U mean I eat you To my sex, to my sex, come into this room To my sex, to my sex, you know what I'mma do To my sex, to my sex, grab my body tight, don't let me go How you wanna ride? Just let me know In my sex room, oh room, room, oh, oh, oh Know that I want it, baby yeah To my sex, to my sex, with your toes pointed So baby, welcome to my sex room Welcome to my sex room, where your body meets my body It's our private afterparty, if you want it girl I got it In my sex room, candles and the pole Sex your body to your soul, from the bed down to the floor Sex room, mirrors in the headboard Even got a camcord', baby, won't you dance In my sex room, where your body meets my body It's our private afterparty, if you want it girl, I got it In my sex room Sex room, room, oh, oh, oh I got it right here In my sex room Sex room, room, oh, oh, oh",9,45,2,5,56,12,63,2,9,51,0.993
163,163,/songs/3525,Ludacris,Sexting,https://genius.com/Ludacris-sexting-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/3525,Battle of the Sexes,2010-03-08," {*dial tone, BEEP*} Hey, this is Luda, okay? Look, I need you to do me a huge, favor Umm, c-can you please take your name, off of your phone? Umm, my-my girl went through my cell phone and uhh, she may be calling you So, so if you can please take your name off of that And And-and just have it as-as a number on the voicemail, okay? You gotta do this for me, huge, quickly! So I'm just sittin in this rehab class Tryin to get myself unhooked on ass So then my teacher asked me a question Like ""Ludacris, are you over there sexting?"" Ha ha, O-M-G, L-O-L, K-I-T Smiley faces, X and O's, L-M-F-A-O My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone So I'm gettin treated for my sex addiction In a private clinic and I need you to be sensitive 'bout my condition Cause I'm in it to win it and I really don't wanna further disappoint my fans And my teacher's a cougar so I wish she'd lend a helpin hand, a helpin hand Damn! Calm down, B-B-C T-X-T a M-S-G After class, come with me And can I get a little bit of T-L-C? She reply, ""What the fuck? F-Y-I you're gonna flunk S-M-H, it's such a shame You ain't learned a damn thang"" So I'm just sittin in this rehab class Tryin to get myself unhooked on ass So then my teacher asked me a question Like ""Ludacris, are you over there sexting?"" Ha ha, O-M-G, L-O-L, K-I-T Smiley faces, X and O's, L-M-F-A-O My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone {*dial tone*} This is huge, okay? I need you to do this quickly She went through my phone, she might be calling you So just take your name off and have it as a voicemail Do it now! So I'm sittin at the crib just chillin and I'm mindin my business Got a text with a tongue out from a number I didn't recognize, I replied ""Who is this?"" Quick back got a hit back Said, ""This is Stacy and I been missin you Had to change my number so I went and got a new phone and a new tattoo"" - a what? A new tattoo? Wow! Aww yeah, hurry quick Can you send a nasty pic? So I can see right where it is And I promise I won't show my friends (yeah right!) She replied, ""Well okay B-T-W, by the way S-M-H, it's such a shame that you ain't learned a damn thang"" So I'm just sittin in this rehab class Tryin to get myself unhooked on ass So then my teacher asked me a question Like ""Ludacris, are you over there sexting?"" Ha ha, O-M-G, L-O-L, K-I-T Smiley faces, X and O's, L-M-F-A-O My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone {*dial tone*} This is huge I need you to take your name off of the voicemail You gotta do it for me NOW, quickly! So I pull up to the club stuntin in a yellow Lamborghiiiiini Half bent, black tint Five percent make it a little hard to seeeeee me Stepped out, fresh out Headed straight for the do' on into the V.I.P.! Next thing I got a text from a freaky Latina sayin ""Is that you I see? Is that you papi?"" So I B-B-M'd, abbreviate Yup and before the night gets too late Let me hit you with a little Q&A Can I tap that ass? T-T-A! She replied, ""It all depends! It's me plus one, can I bring my friend?"" And all I could think was it's such a shame that I ain't learned a damn thang So I'm just sittin in this rehab class Tryin to get myself unhooked on ass So then my teacher asked me a question Like ""Ludacris, are you over there sexting?"" Ha ha, O-M-G, L-O-L, K-I-T Smiley faces, X and O's, L-M-F-A-O My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone My girl went through my cell phone {*dial tone*} Look, I told you she's onto us We probably only have about 24 more hours to live I'm fearful for my life, and I think you should be fearful for yours I mean, do you wanna have sex just once more? Just c'mon, just let me get it in the hole one more time Hole in one, quickly It'll be huge, huge, trust me I think we should do it, I mean we're gonna die anyway Why not, you know? Heh, LUDA!",9,4,9,8,5,18,17,10,0,13,0.9931
164,164,/songs/2869136,Ludacris,Shakedown,https://genius.com/Ludacris-shakedown-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/2869136,Pre-Release Therapy: The Truth Will Set You Free,2006-09-19," Open up your books to the page of yes Throw your hands up for that young nigga from way back, sporting the ""A"" hat Spinning wheels, more fortunes than Pat Sajak Hit the playback 'cause I'm stupid with it Track hard like stone, you'd think Medusa did it Please believe me, it's so easy That cold Neptune shit is so for reazzy I'm countin G-stacks, so tell 'em ease back A hundred to spin, so cocksucker, beat that Numerous bank rolls, don't get your face swolled And tell your hombres I'm comin for they pesos 'Cause it's that snatch back, call us the Splack Pack Broke your cousin, put your mama in a hatchback And I ain't playing with you, I'm just praying wit you Hoping that the fertilizer ain't laying wit you You all grouped up, I caught a grouper And slide off 'cause the Chevrolet swooped up Fellas, it's a stick up, so lift up Don't get it confused or mixed up Come out your pockets or get flipped up Shake them down, shake them down, shake them down, shake them Ladies, it's a stick up, so lift up Don't get it confused or mixed up Come out your pockets or get flipped up Shake them down, shake them down, shake them down, shake them Somebody hurry up, please, and call an ambulance, I caused an avalnnche With nuts so big, I walk around with Hammer pants Raps will slap a man, make you do the Hammer dance My basslines thump with more funk than Pakistan Come from a vast block, I was a have-not But now I keep at least a hundred in the stash box I had a cash plot to get a fat knot I threw my album in the slot and hit the jackpot So, nigga, ching ching, I did the thing, thing Four months later, my mama's like, ""bling bling"" Just lke George and 'Ouise, I was moving up And fuck a platinum plaque, I'm doing two and up Not for the short chains, y'all shooting short range But it was either rap limelight or court things So I Just made do until it came through Throughout the ups and downs, I still stayed true Fellas, it's a stick up, so lift up Don't get it confused or mixed up Come out your pockets or get flipped up Shake them down, shake them down, shake them down, shake them Ladies, it's a stick up, so lift up Don't get it confused or mixed up Come out your pockets or get flipped up Shake them down, shake them down, shake them down, shake them All you weak rappers, wipe your feet off on my doormat and get your flow back Or try to run and get traced down like LoJack Down like four flats, you better know that I take the four and put a zero on your throwback That's how that thing go, you'll hear that thing blow So hurry up and do like my dick, hang low Got the perpetrators yelling, ""Let the lame go!"" Up on your good foot or I'll shoot you in the same toe Fellas, it's a stick up, so lift up Don't get it confused or mixed up Come out your pockets or get flipped up Shake them down, shake them down, shake them down, shake them Ladies, it's a stick up, so lift up Don't get it confused or mixed up Come out your pockets or get flipped up Shake them down, shake them down, shake them down, shake them",11,9,3,7,7,14,18,4,5,14,-0.9651
165,165,/songs/57641,Ludacris,Shake N Fries,https://genius.com/Ludacris-shake-n-fries-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/57641,1.21 Gigawatts: Back To the First Time,2011-11-15," Hey how you doin', Ms. Lady? You so fine with it I know you handlin' business, can I get your 5 minutes? Don't be offended by me telling you you thick with it With all that shake - can a player get some fries with it? With all that shake - can a player get some fries with it? With all that shake - can a player get some fries with it? Don't be offended when I tell you that you're very pretty With all that shake - can a player get some fries with it? 's Gucci That waist got a swivel to it But that ass a Cali earthquake jiggle to it She a stallion - no horseshit You could fit that bitch's booty on a forklift Beep! Beep! Bitch back it up I put my balls on the table, tell her rack 'em up Vanilla bed sheets, chocolate laid one way Sprinkle my nuts on top — what a sundae Whipped cream cherry on top And when I ain't wit' her, pussy on lock Throw away the key, it's a wrap bitch! Large shake and a Ludacris sandwich Yo, mama turned out, she so popular You suckers can't see her with binoculars She'll suck your pocket dry like Dracula Her last boyfriend bought her an Acura Don't try to get all attached to her She an alley-cat type — that chick'll scratch you up Like Bel Biv DeVoe said, ""She's dangerous"" Her old man used to snort angel dust So, don't be quick to judge, shorty bad as fuck She's the type that drive back with the bricks for bucks She had a ballplayer dude but she fucked him up He bankrupt, selling cars like an auctioner 's Gucci I've got a sausage for them hot cakes And I be fuckin' while you niggas out on hot dates You all polite and open doors for her While every night I put that blanket on the floor for her These hoes be sprintin' like it's track 'n' field Because this supersize dick is their Happy Meal So for an extra value woody Put this Big Mac into that Quarter-Pound pussy, yes! It's Ludacris ""Mr. Slay-A-Bitch"" Unless that pussy is smelling like a Filet-O-Fish Shoo Fly, ho! Kick the bucket And niggas talking shit I bust 'em in their chicken nugget",15,8,7,10,5,24,17,11,4,11,-0.99
166,166,/songs/156106,Ludacris,She A Trip,https://genius.com/Ludacris-she-a-trip-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/156106,#IDGAF,2013-09-16," ""Why haven't I heard from you?"" ""I been busy."" ""Well, have you at least thought about what we talked about?"" ""Yeah, about leaving with you? Yeah, I THOUGHT about it..."" ""Why are you trippin'?"" Oh you talkin bout Ol’ girl from up the street right? Yeah nigga I did, I heard about that bitch man 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 her, but that bitch clean Quit hatin’ on her, recognize her from a mile away When she be walkin’ man it be hard to find the words to say When she be talkin’ disrespect it pay no nevermind She just grill em' dressing up she known to take her time Then go a kill him, go hit the club and make these bitches sweat Not even trying, turning heads just off a silohutte And I ain't lying somebody taught her well She never slip and I think she’s out here casting spells I’m trying to tell ya She a trip (trip, trip, trip) She a trip (trip, trip, trip) That bitch a trip (trip, trip, trip) That girl a trip (trip, trip, trip) Yeah girl, all I get is pussy stay wet Fuckin’ keep her in check Money have her impressed, she wanna ride on your jet She a trip She wanna ride on your jet She a trip Now matter what she always on her grind She seems just to know what to do to stay on my mind She send me pics of her naked posin’ like in a magazine I wanna hit like a drum whenever she go and shake it like a tamborine Yeah that percussion and always got the latest bags Her shoe game stupid and she never fights and never nags She’ll keep it movin’ got no time for games, lames, false claims Callin’ out names, Dames, all on the same thang mayne End of discussion, what you thought she’ll throw you for a loop Know what's expected? you might even let her drive your coupe She’ll never wreck it, she respect the finer thangs, diamond rangs, diamond chains Down to carry Vera Wang get a grip She a motherfuckin trip She a trip (trip, trip, trip) She a trip (trip, trip, trip) That bitch a trip (trip, trip, trip) That girl a trip (trip, trip, trip) Yeah girl, all I get is pussy stay wet Fuckin’ keep her in check Money have her impressed, she wanna ride on your jet She a trip She wanna ride on your jet She a trip That bitch a trip if I ain't never seen it I get up in the guts, she be tellin’ me to beat it like I fuckin’ mean it I can't believe it, got a nigga thinkin’ maybe I’da met my match So I put her in a track, and yes in fact you’ll catch me spendin’ stacks All up in Saks and I ain't never been one to trick Like what am I doin? but it's something ’bout the way she ride that dick My mind is ruin and she using it to her advantage She love that I’m grown but I think she got some other victims I’m not alone, who thought this bad bitch was out here pimpin Catch a nigga slippin’, rippin tags off the latest clothes and bags She so bad that she can't go nowhere without a bunch of niggas Trying to holler but she all bout that body dollar She a trip (trip, trip, trip) She a trip (trip, trip, trip) That bitch a trip (trip, trip, trip) That girl a trip (trip, trip, trip) Yeah girl, all I get is pussy stay wet Fuckin’ keep her in check Money have her impressed, she wanna ride on your jet She a trip She wanna ride on your jet She a trip",27,13,17,17,9,30,14,15,65,11,-0.9634
167,167,/songs/29581,Ludacris,She Said,https://genius.com/Ludacris-she-said-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29581,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27," She said she never done it, she said she never tried She's sittin there tellin a motherfuckin lie She said she was a Christian and she grew up in the church (in the church) Would stay a Virgin if for better or for worse (or for worse) Had 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) Not dominated couldn't imagine, never dreamt (never dreamt) And though she steady looking for the perfect man (perfect man) To buy a ring and take her motherfucking hand (man) She said her stuff was sacred, and her momma told her so (told her so) And that she went and got it pierced on the low (on the low) Can you believe she's been waiting for so long?(for so long) To get a grade A certified shlong (certified shlong) She said her parents never let her out the house (out the house) Because they knew it was so dirty in the south (in the south) She hates to boast, and you know she hates to brag (hates to brag) But man, I gotta let her cat up out the bag (out the bag) She said she never tried to take it in the butt (in the butt) But knew some ho down all around sluts (all around sluts) She even said she never licked another girl (another girl) And never had any chocolate/vanilla swirl (vanilla swirl) She said that ring up in her tongue was for show (was for show) And she would never be mistaken for a ho (for a ho) She telling lies over 20 years old (20 years old) I guess the game is to be sold, not told (Whoa!) 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 3 niggas at a time (at a time) Til Lil Fate started fuckin with her mind (with her mind) She said she couldn't see how women turn tricks (turn tricks) And couldn't picture tryna suck a nigga dick (suck a dick) She had respect, and wouldn't do nothing wrong (nothing wrong) But she the reason why we made this song (this song) She's said she never done it",7,13,8,6,9,23,13,7,4,13,-0.7684
168,168,/songs/1031490,Ludacris,Skit (The Red Light District),https://genius.com/Ludacris-skit-the-red-light-district-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1031490,The Red Light District,2004-12-07," You might as well put that down; we on our way to Cali to get some real dough! Hello? What's up, girl? What's up, baby? I miss you I know When you coming out here? Who the FUCK is dat? Aw, damn... I don't play that shit! Ow! Get off this goddamn phone! Nigga, who the fuck is this? I'm an OG, nigga What's up, nigga? This is Luda Luda-Who, nigga? Luda Luda.. Luda... Ludacris? Y-Y-Yeah, nigga Aw, snap! A'ight, man, how you know my girl? Man, I got all yo' albums! Back For The First Time. Man, you know what I'm sayin'! I even got Incock Negro, man! Aw, man, my bad, baby, get up off the Floor. You didn't tell me it was Luda. Ain't that a bitch. My girl fuckin' Luda... H-H-Hello? Yeah. I'ma call you back",4,2,4,2,2,5,4,3,0,2,-0.9067
169,169,/songs/1881,Ludacris,Slap,https://genius.com/Ludacris-slap-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1881,Release Therapy,2006-01-01," I know it's strange But my brain's gone really insane And I'm off the chain Sipping on a fifth of the Golden Grain I feel like slapping a nigga today (slap slap) Slapping a nigga today I feel like slapping a nigga today (slap slap) Slapping a nigga today Slapping a nigga today This morning, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (bed) I'm sick of people putting lies in my head (head) I don't really wanna work, I'm tired I hate my 9 to 5 And I'm thinking bout killing my boss today Killing my boss today I'm thinking bout killing my boss today (it's just a thought man) Killing my boss today (yeah) Yesterday my best friend died (died) Somebody came and took his life (life) Now I'm looking up at the sky Have you ever seen a grown man cry? And I'm asking why did you take him away? Why did you take him away? I'm asking why did you take him away? (why'd you take him?) Why did you take him away? (hey) I need some money please (please) I can barely make it on these streets (these streets) Cause I got a couple mouths to feed My baby's in dire need So I'm thinking bout robbing a bank today Robbing a bank today I'm thinking bout robbing a bank today Robbing a bank today (real talk) Baby mama's at home and fussing (fussing) Calling up my mobile cussing (cussing) Always yapping about this and that But she really don't be talking bout nothing Somebody take my pain away (Take my pain away) Take my pain away (please) Somebody take my pain away (hey) Take my pain away (I can't take it) Somebody just broke in my ride (ride) Snatched up everything inside (inside) Even got my 45 How am I supposed to survive When I know that my stereo's taken away? Stereo's taken away? When I know that my stereo's taken away? (I need my music, man!) Stereo's taken away? (hey!) Gas prices are way too high Rich people are way too fly And I'm where I wanna be in my life But why am I so behind? Is it cause I'm wasting my time away? Wasting my time away? Is it cause I'm wasting my time away? (too lazy) Wasting my time away? (I can't help it!) My grandmama's nerves are bad (bad) And everybody in the hood is mad (mad) Cause President Bush could give a damn about our ass So I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say (don't say nothing!) Shit that he has to say I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say Shit that he has to say (woo!) Troops gone and we still at war (war) Nobody even really knows what for (what for) Even more I'm scared to find what the world really has in store Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (it's not promised, man) Tomorrow's not promised today Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (live like today could be your last, man!) Tomorrow's not promised today (hey!) ",27,12,18,24,5,44,17,24,7,13,-0.9989
170,170,/songs/29525,Ludacris,Southern Fried Intro,https://genius.com/Ludacris-southern-fried-intro-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29525,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-10-07," 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 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 niggas 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 and girls Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood Non-stoppin', I'mma 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 can't 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 get arrested for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon) Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'? While he doin' shows, I'm in these skreets, know what I'm sayin'? While he on tv, I'm in these skreets And then my broad, my kid walkin' around singin' it Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level though I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O' National I got my own record label, you heard of us The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real Who this nigga thing he is? I'mma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk And it's pimpin' in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops People in the way wanna baller block Little do they know that I'm callin' shots And I'm not to be fucked with If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick I tried to tell 'em, but they dont wanna listen I tried to shine 'em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin' And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you can't make broken rules Hear what I'm sayin' or heard what I said Hear what they playin', cuz thru this music I'mma still be heard if I'm dead Call ya' producers, cuz I'm hurtin' these beats I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace C'mon Yeah, folk The King of the kings has spoken ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block We bouta let our nuts hang! Disturbin' Tha Peace! We dont die, we multiply We makin Def Jam history Thanks for gettin' the CD shawty!",17,14,16,19,12,31,34,15,6,22,-0.947
171,171,/songs/29574,Ludacris,Southern Gangsta,https://genius.com/Ludacris-southern-gangsta-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29574,Theater of the Mind,2008-11-24," He's a hustler, unbound by law A self-made millionaire With a wreckless disregard for the haters Ludacris, on ""Southern Gangsta""... A true entrepre-negro CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace Records He expanded his empire into multiple profitable businesses Including his Thai food restaurant, Straits Internet sites, WeMix.com And my favorite, MyGhetto.com The MVP of this rap shit Luda! I'm a hustler, BALLER, gangsta, CAP PEELER I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt And mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps! (woo!) But you'll be swimmin with the fishes Softer than bitches washin dishes, fool what's the BUSINESS? I'm already rich, so talk mo' figures (yup) Spit 30 large for cigars of you ho niggas (oww!) I got gangstas that'll rearrange ya whole face And put your casket on ice, now that's a cold case (ha!) Never forget where you come or that block'll bang you I keep my ear to the STREETS like a cocker spaniel I cock and blast you into outer space Break every bone in ya, you so out of place Boom without a trace, you a bluff to block I got some red beams, let's play connect the dots! He's the biggest boss, comin outta the M-I-yayo Straight from the ""Port of Miami"" To keepin it ""Trilla"" Involved in many heated acts of violence This goes deeper than rap shit He's worth eight figures So young niggas, boss up I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss I got a letter from the government, the other day I opened and read it, it said ""We were hustlers"" Had a Lexus at 18, picture that Got a Chevy with pictures on it from pitchin crack Bitch I know Haitians, we speakin Creole Bitch I'm a D-boy, still slingin kilos I got twenty cars, why exaggerate? It cost me five grand just to fill the gas tanks Love the marble floors, got the Greek pillrs Frontin at awards, real street niggas I used to serve shake, now I serve steaks Three squares on a row, call it 3rd Bass Get the Gas Face, chopper in your laugh face Shoot his ass, aim defense is the last case Keep Jewish friends, the newest Benz You in a pool of blood, let me see you swim Hailing from College Park, Georgia Authorities figured they must have been some sort of mob Or illegal organization According to authorities, they made a quarter mil' a week Selling mid-grade, they were some high-rollin hustlers Tity Boi, and Dolla Boy Playaz Circle, A.K.A., the Duffle Bag Boys + (Dolla Boy) Uhh, I'm so sick I wrote this verse in a hospital It's an election year, I support strippers (We roll like bicycles, icicle flow) (White liquor, my nigga stay on line with the blow) I'm on time with the flow, not a minute nor second late Ain't no such thing as second place (And every day I live heavyweight, you niggas featherweight) (Fairytale tellin niggas really need to take a break) And the estate got a lake for a backyard (The pool room product put it all on my sacks card) For real? (Yeah, for real) I'm ill, I deal, I did, I will (I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity two chains ridin in a two do') Bitches catch kudos (you know) Yeah we move weight like sumos And kicks it with them bitches like judo SOUTHSIDE! Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris This has been another episode, of ""Southern Gangsta"" Thanks for tunin in, what's next for Luda? Well, anything's possible, in the +Theater of the Mind+",21,14,18,22,19,45,31,19,13,23,-0.9726
172,172,/songs/1947681,Ludacris,"Southern Gangsta (co-starring Rick Ross, Playaz Circle and Ving Rhames)",https://genius.com/Ludacris-southern-gangsta-co-starring-rick-ross-playaz-circle-and-ving-rhames-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1947681,None,2017-10-04," He's a hustler, unbound by law A self-made, millionaire With a wreckless disregard, for the haters Ludacris, on ""Southern Gangsta""... A true, entrepre-negro CEO of Disturbing The Peace Records He expended his empire into multiple profitable businesses Including his Thai food restaurant, Straits The MVP, of this rap shit Luda! I'm a hustler, BALLER, gangsta, CAP PEELER I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt And mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps! (woo!) But you'll be swimmin with the fishes Softer than bitches washin dishes, fool what's the BUSINESS? I'm already rich, so talk mo' figures (yup) Spit 30 large for cigars of you hoe niggas (oww!) I got gangstas that'll rearrange ya whole face And put your casket on ice, now that's a cold case (ha!) Never forget where you come or that block'll bang you I keep my ear to the STREETS like a cocker spaniel I cock and blast you, into outer space Break every bone in ya, you so out of place Boom without a trace, you a bluff to block I got some red beams, let's play connect the dots! He's the biggest boss, comin outta the M-I-yayo Straight from the ""Port of Miami"" To keepin it ""True"" Involved in many heated acts of violence This goes deeper than rap shit He's worth eight figures So young niggas, boss up I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss I got a letter from the government, the other day I opened and read it, it said ""We want hustlers"" Had a Lexus at 18, picture that Got a Chevy with pictures on it from pitchin crack Bitch I know Haitians, we speakin Creole Bitch I'm a D-boy, still slingin kilos I got twenty cars, why exaggerate? It cost me five grand just to fill the gas tanks Love the marble floors, got the Greek pillows Frontin at awards, real street niggas I used to serve shake, now I serve steaks Three squares on the road, call it 3rd Bass Big ass face, chop you in your laugh face Shoot his ass, aim defense is the last case Keep Jewish friends, the newest Benz You in a pool of blood, let me see you swim Hailing from College Park, Georgia Authorities figured they must have been some sort of mob Or illegal organization According to authorities, they made a quarter mil' a week Selling {?}, they were some high-rollin hustlers Tity Boi, and Dolla Boy Playaz Circle, A.K.A., the Duffle Bag Boys + (Dolla Boy) Uhh, I'm so sick I wrote this verse in a hospital It's an election year, I support strippers (We roll like bicycles, icicle flow) (White liquor, my nigga stay on line with the blow) I'm on time with the flow, not a minute nor second late Ain't no such thing as second place (And every day I live heavyweight, you niggas featherweight) (Fairytale tellin niggas really need to take a break) And the estate got a lake for a backyard (The pool room product put it all on my sacks card) For real? (Yeah, for real) I'm ill, I deal, I did, I will (I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity two chains ridin in a two do') Bitches catch kudos (you know) Yeah we move weight like sumos And kicks it with them bitches like judo SOUTHSIDE! Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris This has been another episode, of ""Southern Gangsta"" Thanks for tunin in, what's next for Luda? Well, anything's possible, in the +Theater of the Mind+",20,14,18,22,19,45,32,19,13,23,-0.9826
173,173,/songs/258,Ludacris,Southern Hospitality,https://genius.com/Ludacris-southern-hospitality-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/258,Back for the First Time,2000-12-29," Cadillac grills, Cadillac mills Check out the oil my Cadillac spills Matter of fact, candy-paint Cadillacs kill So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills 20-inch wide, 20-inches high Ho, don't you like 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 'em in the club throwing pretty-ass bows Long john drawers, long john stalls Any stank puss make my long john pause Women on their cell making long john calls And if they like to juggle, get long john's balls All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin'-ass niggas with the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the floor (nigga throw dem bows) All my women in the house if you chasing cash And you got some big titties with a matching ass With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes When you get on the floor (nigga throw dem 'bows) Dirty South mind blowing Dirty South bread Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed Dirty South gurrls 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 50-pack Swisher Sweets box And goodfella rich niggas hand me down stocks Mouth full of platinum, mouth full of gold 40-Glock cal' keep your mouth on hold Lie through your teeth, you could find your mouth cold And rip out your tongue cause of what your mouth told Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D And you can sweat from a burn in the 3rd degree And if you sweat in your sleep, then you sweat from me All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin'-ass niggas with the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the floor (nigga throw dem bows) All my women in the house if you chasing cash And you got some big titties with a matching ass With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes When you get on the floor (nigga throw dem 'bows) Hit by stars, hit by cars Drunk off the liquor getting hit by bars Keep your girl close cause she's a hit, by far Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars Afro picks, Afro-chicks I let my ""Soul Glow"" from my Afro dick Rabbit out the hat, pulling Afro tricks Afro-American, Afro thick Overall country, overall jeans Overall Georgia, we overall clean ""Southern Hospitality"" or ""overall mean"" Overall triple, overall beams Thugged-out niggas wear thugged-out chains Thugged-out blocks playing thugged-out games All black, tinted up thugged-out RangeDTP stay doing thugged out thangs All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin'-ass niggas with the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the floor (nigga throw dem bows) All my women in the house if you chasing cash And you got some big titties with a matching ass With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes When you get on the floor (nigga throw dem 'bows) All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin'-ass niggas with the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the floor (nigga throw dem bows) All my women in the house if you chasing cash And you got some big titties with a matching ass With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes When you get on the floor (nigga throw dem 'bows)",13,18,15,12,20,34,31,5,8,21,-0.9425
174,174,/songs/150967,Ludacris,Speak Into The Mic,https://genius.com/Ludacris-speak-into-the-mic-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/150967,#IDGAF,2013-09-16," Check 1, 2 speak into the microphone Tell that bitch to speak into the microphone Now work it work it, cause practice make perfect, OK (x4) 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 1, 2 Speak into the microphone Tell that bitch to speak into the microphone Check 1, 2 Speak into the microphone Tell that bitch to speak into the microphone Now work it, work it cause practice make perfect, OK (x4) 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 Booth so hot take off your shirt Grab that drink, roll up the purp We wasted in the studio Making a movie yo, with a boogie ho Just a little gangster paradise we like Coolio I'm faded cause I think I just discovered a star And you my best kept secret they don't know who your are I keep her close and tell her baby don't be going to far Cause She know when to grab that microphone whether she be in the booth or the car (x2) She goin' make me sign her to a record deal Hit the store and buy her some giuseppe heels She be on that mic so long she out of breath Put her in the booth and work her half to death ",16,11,9,9,9,16,21,6,5,13,0.8637
175,175,/songs/29529,Ludacris,Splash Waterfalls,https://genius.com/Ludacris-splash-waterfalls-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29529,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-10-07," + (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!) 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!) 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!) 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's a beating drum - say it (make love to me) You better not of came, she want to feel the pain Then hear her scream your name - what? (fuck, meee!) Follow this DICK-tionary, you're both some visionaries Then do it missionary - say it (make love to me) I hear 'em call da wild, and do it all the while Doggy and FROGGY style - what? (fuck, meee!) You in between the sheets, lickin and eatin sweets And what you find you keep - say it (make love to me) You do it standin up, orgasms hand 'em up Y'all just don't GIVE A FUCK - what? (fuck, meee!) You wanna tell the world, cause she's your favorite girl Your diamond and your pearl - say it (make love to me) Nobody has to know, just keep it on the low And meet 'em right at fo' - what? (fuck, meee!) Nothin but fights and fussin, plus there's a lot of cussin Just grab ahold of SOMETHIN - say it (make love to me) Y'all do that BAD stuff, she like it rammed up Ropes and HANDCUFFS - what? (fuck, meee!) ",12,7,5,7,21,15,27,4,5,8,0.9855
176,176,/songs/29538,Ludacris,Spur of the Moment,https://genius.com/Ludacris-spur-of-the-moment-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29538,The Red Light District,2004-12-07," Gotta keep it a secret (woo!) Ay man let me ask you somethin man You ever have one of them days where you felt like you mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life? Y'knahmean like you just got your paycheck Paid off a car note or somethin Just jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muh'fucka Witcha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkinbout? You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note? Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party Like call e'rybody you know, don't even plan it, just do it In Compton we call that ""spur of the moment"" Well let's do it, spur of the moment, whattup? 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 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 You woulda thought you woulda learned me when my hair was all permed I think y'all bullshittin with it dawg It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight And for once, in my life, everything's gonna be, alright G'd up, my mind is freed up From the day, through the night, everything's gonna be, alright Arabian Spruce, Seagram's bumpy and juice We used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get loose Not the kind of cats that would jump in your bag for your jewels But to put some money in it for your drink and your shoes We get the News like MTV, every ten to the hour We play Mario Brothers, we eat the 'shroom and get power Now eat your sour powers, and use your dental floss What does bein mental cost? If you ain't knowin you already lost So stay with me, and let's get tipsy Rememberin the days on the block sippin whiskey Runnin 'round grinnin, runnin 'round sinnin Gettin lit, then I wonder why my head kept spinnin But I'm all grown up now, less throwin up now Record blowed up, so my hood throwed up Now let's break loose cause your boy's arrived And tonight we gon' celebrate bein alive riiiiight It's just one of those days, without a care in the world You ain't gotta look mean, I know you care for your girl But she's lookin this way and I'm gonna come get her Fresh haircut, so I'm feelin quite kipper Can't nothin go wrong cause my strap's on my back And if fools wanna scrap then my tool will attack But forget the click-clack, ain't no need for the steel Just a straight house party and some meat on the grill If it's Los Angeles, watch a boss handle biz I'mma put this on my kids, stupid it's an outfit If you ain't been around the world keep yo' mouth zipped Cause I do wind-age and elevation You see I'm not normal and I'm not a homo I'm mo' apt to shoot a porno with you in cornrows And call it ""More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume 6"" And show it in the back of my truck, at the picnic - repeat 2X",7,17,8,9,15,17,25,2,9,17,0.8706
177,177,/songs/2028,Ludacris,Stand Up,https://genius.com/Ludacris-stand-up-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/2028,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-08-19," Stand up! ah Stand up! yeah Stand up! ah Stand up! uh 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 How you ain't gon' fuck?! Bitch, I'm me! I'm the goddamn reason you in V.I.P 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 them out Watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless It feels like a midget is hanging from my necklace I pulled up with 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 the moon is full And I'm looking for a thick, young lady to pull One sure shot way to get them out of them pants Take note to the brand new dance Like this 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 Go on with your big ass, let me see something Tell your 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 with my drinks? My people outside and they can't get in We gon' rush the back door & break them in The owner already pissed cause we sort of late But our time and our clothes, got to coordinate Most girls looking right, some looking a mess That's why they spilling drinks all over your dress But Louis Vuitton bras all over your breasts Got me wanting to put hickeys all over your chest Ahh, come on we gon' party tonight Y'all use mouth to mouth bring the party to life Don't be scared, show another part of your life The more drinks in your system, the harder the fight 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 Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Damn right, the fire marshal wanna shut us down Get us out, so someone can gun us down We was two songs away from getting so cut up Now we one song away from tearing the club up Move over; Luda got something to say Do it now cause tomorrow ain't promised today Work with me, let's become one with the beat And don't worry about me stepping all over your feet 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 Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Stand up!",16,8,14,20,6,26,15,16,9,11,0.8269
178,178,/songs/29507,Ludacris,Stick 'Em Up,https://genius.com/Ludacris-stick-em-up-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29507,Back for the First Time,2000-10-17," Yeah nigga got that Ludacris Got that UGK, that Disturbing the Peace Click And you know what I'm tired of? These flashing ass, flossing ass niggas So if you see one you know what you do? Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Put ya hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Put ya hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour For the silk resin powder chasing them dirty dollars I'm from Texas nigga it get hectic nigga People depending on me I can't neglect it niggas Cause the game is deeper than just working off the beeper If the paper ain't right then we calling a sweeper To clean up the problems and straighten the mess So nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya vest This ain't the east or the west the bamma weed or the stress I'm Young Pimp from Port Arthur and we done passed the test And we smoking the best everywhere that we go And when our records come out them bitches sell out the sto' Stayin throat on the 'dro and keep that thang on the flo' Want my money up front when we come for the show Y'all can play wit ya paper but I'm dyin for mine So while y'all buying them watches I'mma stay on the grind Fuck Nigga Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Put ya hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Put ya hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em Hallow laid hollow sprayed I'm the hollow man I get to the hollow point wit my hollow plan Hollow bullets I pull it I'm about to live in vain And then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain It's mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin gauge Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fuckin stage I feel a ghetto rage let's turn the ghetto page My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs And I got a ghetto aim with diamond 'bezeled rangs So while my index is working my pinky's blinding thangs I hit em at close range I spit em at most brains You think you real rich nigga we gonna make some chump change You think it's a fucking game you think it's a blood sport You gasping for breath and I'm puffin on one of these Newports And I see a red dot aimed at yo head Then bright lights oh no po-po and guess what they said They said Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Put ya hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Put ya hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em Say nigga you think it's a joke? Trill niggas be going for broke Twist this whistle loc and them muthafuckin pistols smoke And it's just a matter of time, before you labeled a busta I dust the nigga that couldn't catch up, and cut the mustard Now I got confidence, I don't need no condiments All I need is common sense, to see through your incompetence Nigga, keep your compliments, they don't flatter me, fuck with me And that'll be the day, bitch, we don't play, you know where the gat'll be Huh, right on the side of me (side of me), right where it's 'posed to be ('posed to be) Bitch niggas die for me (die for me), just for getting too close to me (close to me) So kiss your rosery beads and sing a silent one, cause I promise if you get it, it's gone be a violent one Coroner catching his breath, like he's got asthma When they cut on the blue light, and see all that fucking plasma Millenium murda master, nigga I ain't new to this So when you see that Bun-B, Young Pimp, or that Ludacris, just Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Put ya hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Put ya hands up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up Target niggas wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em ATL to PAT, UGK and DTP (I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em) Shawn Drey, I-20, Ludacris and Fate Feez (I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em) Down South how we do it Pimp C and Bun-B (I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em) Roll trees ride D's make cheese and shake fleas (I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em)",27,13,30,35,14,54,29,36,11,15,-0.9991
179,179,/songs/1231212,Ludacris,Stop Lying (Skit),https://genius.com/Ludacris-stop-lying-skit-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1231212,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27," Damn, man I can't believe them hoes ain't come over here man Nigga I can't believe you told them hoes the truth! You never tell hoes the truth! (Phone rings) You need to quit calling them hoes! Man check the caller id, man Hey, It's the rich girls, man, the Buckhead girls! Yeah! Yeah! Second chance, second chance! Now gimme the phone and let me show you how to do it Deep voice, deep voice What up? Ohhh why you talkin like that? Man, fuck all that! Y'all coming through? Yeah, we might. I saw you blinging last night! Yeah 30-karat, paid for Hey! Hey, nigga, you wearing my motherfucking chain again?! Haha, this the bodyguard trippin Nigga, imma whup your motherfucking ass, nigga! Get off the phone, nigga! Yall coming through though? I don't know; I don't be feeling like drivin Oh shorty I got you! The new Benz truck Hey hey you took that rent a car back, man? We need... Shut the fuck up! Man, we need to take that shit back, for real! Shut the fuck up, man! Look anyway baby yall coming through or what? Man, I don't know; who all live there? Bitch this my house (Abrupt hang up and dialing number) Mama, mama I'm on the phone Hello? Who on the phone? Get off the damn phone! And clean yo damn room! Tell him to stop wearing my damn chain! And stop wearing your brother's damn chain! Who the hell car is in my driveway?! Oh hell no Ah oooh noo",10,4,10,4,3,11,11,4,4,12,-0.9873
180,180,/songs/16916,Ludacris,Sweet Revenge,https://genius.com/Ludacris-sweet-revenge-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/16916,Disturbing tha Peace,2005-12-13,"(phone rings) Hello? Baby you will not believe this This nigga ain't been home in three days His kids runnin all over my house I don't know what to do He comes in and out the house all times of the night His girls keep calling my phone They blowing it up calling back and forth wanting to cuss at me I can't take this no more I'm not sittin up in this house no more He can have this I need to come see you baby Can I please come see you baby? One, here's what you do Now my name's Ludacris but please meet my crew Two, say, there's no time to play Bring a box of Magnums and get blown away, hey Three, there's no changing me I'm a pimp for most and it's plain to see Four, I'm so glad if he made you mad I know a way to get back that'll make you glad, you heard? Hello? Cris, I just caught this motherfucker cheating with my best friend I cannot believe this shit Oh, it's no time to fret Come quick with my favorite bra and panty set Yep, oh, bust through the door Slide off the mink coat and throw it on the floor Oh, yep, climb up the stairs Keep your high heels on and let down your hair Yep, oh, let me grease them thighs Then turn it on around and get a back massage Oh, yep, cause I aim to please We can take our little time it ain't a thang to me Yep, oh, I'm just along for the ride So turn this way and let me kiss down the side Oh, yep, and then it's off with your garments And please hold on while we shake the apartment Yep, oh, and pop a bobble of bub And before we go again we can jump in the tub, yea Thank you baby, I needed that So when we gonna do this again? Hello? Cris, this nigga's stressin me I gotta get away I just need some time away right now Boo, can you please come see me? Wait, no need to explain I got a first-class ticket, just get on the plane Yep, oh, and do your gangster strut There'll be a stretch limousine that'll pick you up Oh, yep, bring it straight to me I'll be on the top floor, hit the penthouse suite Yep, oh, come on out your threads And get wet, the shower got about fifty heads Oh, yep, blow a sack with me And head come on outside to the balcony Yep, oh, you're a popular girl But I'd like to introduce you to the top of the world Oh, yep, and let the games begin Don't you love the way the breeze just hits your skin Yep, oh, before we do it again Hold tight and I can call up a couple of friends, yep Thank you baby You're always there when I need you I love you for that Hello? Ay, estoy cansada ese negro Solo que perder este pendejo Oh, wipe your tears away Give your boy 10 minutes cause I'm on my way Yep, oh, and quit the whoopty whoop Cause I bet you never rolled in a Bentley coupe Oh, yep, the inside is snug Take your boots off and baby put your feet on the rug Yep, oh, and put the drinks aside Just lay back kick it and enjoy the ride Oh, yep, let the speakers bleed And I hope you don't mind if I increase the speed Yep, oh, feel the engine thrust Let it flow through your body, your adrenaline rush Oh, yep, I know it turns you on Feeling like you're in a place where you really belong Yep, oh, go and grab your clutch And I can make you come again without a single touch, uh Ay, gracias por todo papi Ay, te amo papi ",7,14,4,3,19,18,31,4,4,13,0.9978
181,181,/songs/1311268,Ludacris,T Baggin' (skit),https://genius.com/Ludacris-t-baggin-skit-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1311268,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-10-07,"(dialing) (recorded message) Hello. Thank you for calling distubing the peace To help expidite your call please listen carefully to the following options: If your calling to send us in a demo tape, press 1 If your calling regarding a job, press 2 If your calling to borrow money, press 3 If your calling to find the nearest weed spot in your area, press 4 If your out of alcohol on sunday, press 5 If you need a hoe for an evening, press 6 If you woke up with a hangover and a pair of hairy balls on your forehead, press 7 (presses 7) You've been introduced and victimized to a moral crime called t-baggin We suggest you promptly hang up the phone Beat the ass of any white guys you hung out with last night Then find and destroy all photos before they appear on the internet Thank you for calling Good bye",4,5,2,1,4,3,8,1,3,6,0.3818
182,182,/songs/29523,Ludacris,Teamwork,https://genius.com/Ludacris-teamwork-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29523,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-10-07,"(*female moaning noises mixed in with the beat*) HEY, we gonna be havin some fun and (ca, ca, ca) Cause two is better than one and (some, some, some) Somebody kill the lights We doin freaky (freaky) (freaky) freaky shit tonight (YAY) Double the pleasures, like double the fun How many licks does it take the center of a Ludapop, double the tongue Who knows, plus I gotta undress 'em, caress 'em, bless 'em Steady keep 'em guessin, if that doesn't impress 'em Then slowly move on to the second lesson WHOA! panties droppin, body rockin, Magnum's poppin It's eight cheeks and fo' titties, y'all better hand me somethin Hey ladies (whoa) on your mark get ready get set go Play for hours in and out the shower This dick powered we in CONTROL - 2X Six hands grippin the sheets, thirty toes that curl What in the world is goin on, to the break a, break a dawn With that man and them girls Cause three hearts are beatin fast, but only two people screamin We comin together for one cause, other than hear ourselves breathin Get in the game and start workin it out and diggin it out Now lean to the side, throw a dick in your mouth You gotta get in the groove, you got nothin to lose So don't move 'til you figured it out And keep makin that face, while I'm rubbin them spots And we can take turns, while the other one watch And see how good she be takin them shots And wake up the hood, 'til they callin the cops, mayn - 2X Now I'm ready to rock, so you can get your tools and you can start the ignition I'm grabbin perms, wigs, weaves, ponytails and extensions Not to mention it's gonna get HOT, better come ready to SWEAT I make women come harder than jacuzzi jets And I'm willin to bet that I be keepin it wet, cause I feel ya Little bit of ring in the neck it won't kill ya Put me on the top or the bottom and I'll drill ya Givin how you wanted to get it to fulfill ya And I'll pill ya back to back So get ready for the mack attack That got me thinkin they some acrobats The way they puttin it from sack to sack, cause the mack is back And I'm gone - 4X",6,14,4,10,7,10,17,5,8,11,0.6797
183,183,/songs/29546,Ludacris,Tell It Like It Is,https://genius.com/Ludacris-tell-it-like-it-is-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29546,Release Therapy,2007-02-12," Daddy is that your car on TV? You better believe it is baby Now go in the other room It's about to be some grown folks talkin here, okay? All right Yeah, things ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be (okay) Like all these fakin ass rappers in this industry (tell 'em!) Talkin 'bout what they got and they ain't got a damn thang How you own three cars but you don't own your own name? (woo!) Get your business right boys, the first class is in session (okay) Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession (hey!) Start up your own company, trademark the name That's gon' run ya about a grand so start savin your change (DTP!) Open a bank account quick and then follow these steps (uh-huh) Sign yourself TO yourself and start signin ya own checks (woo!) Hit the booth and start recordin at the speed and need Whatever gets your juices flowin, could be speed or weed (what else?) Get it mixed and mastered (hey) pressed up and plastered (okay) Sell it to your whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard! Show all the non-believers what you destined to be (hey!) And in just a couple years you could be rich like me! But I can't hold my tongue - I'mma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun - I'mma tell it like it is Give it to you straight, no chase - I'mma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo' face and I'mma tell it like it is I can't hold my tongue - I'mma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun - I'mma tell it like it is Give it to you straight, no chase - I'mma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo' face and I'mma tell it like it is See mostly all your favorite artists got some serious problems (yup) Their money could be the problem but money can't solve 'em (nope) Some get addicted to drugs and flat out lazy (woo) Some taste a little fame and go flat out crazy (woo!) I'm close cause those close wanna live off my fame (yup) And that type of shit ALONE'll drive a nigga insane (crazy!) Not to mention all the vultures, the scandalous promoters (okay) Crabs'll try to sue you, magazines'll misquote ya Most of these label heads, they don't care nothin about ya (nah) If you stop sellin records they'll act like they don't know ya It's hard mixin business with pleasure so don't play Me and my crew argue and fight like every other DAY (for real!) Rappers ain't above the law but our life is so fast That we got a special task force of police on our ass (true that) All that, and this is really just the start of it (just the start of it) Hip-Hop! You really wanna be a part of it? Woo! I can't hold my tongue - I'mma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun - I'mma tell it like it is Give it to you straight, no chase - I'mma tell it like it is Woo! Look you straight in yo' face and I'mma tell it like it is Hey hey, I can't hold my tongue - I'mma tell it like it is Man this biz ain't all fun - I'mma tell it like it is I'mma give it to you straight, no chase - I'mma tell it like it is Hey! Look you straight in yo' face and I'mma tell it like it is Let's go! What's worse than havin no money is havin it and losin it (yup) What's worse than havin some money is grabbin and abusin it (yup) We never took no money from Chingy, thought I was cool with him (nah) I wish his ass well but I don't want NOTHIN to do with him (woo!) Some don't own they publishin; me? I never fool with 'em (nah) I'm down for my artists, try my best to stay true to 'em (believe it) Cause outside my label competition is irrelevant (DTP!) Unless I'm still in competition with my president (what up Jay?) And believe that I'm supportin the Hova Cause the industry's shady, it needs to be taken over (okay!) But the first rule to accumulation of wealth (what's that?) Is don't trust nobody but your GOD damned self! Woo! I can't hold my tongue - I'mma tell it like it is Man this biz ain't all fun - I'mma tell it like it is I'mma give it to you straight, no chase - I'mma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo' face and I'mma tell it like it is I said I can't hold my tongue - I'mma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun - I'mma tell it like it is I'mma give it to you straight, no chase - I'mma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo' face and I'mma tell it like it is Daddy are you finished with grown folk talk? Yeah baby you can come back in here Come give Daddy a kiss, you know I love you right? And I love you, always!",20,24,8,18,24,35,40,9,7,31,0.9982
184,184,/songs/29517,Ludacris,Tell Me a Secret,https://genius.com/Ludacris-tell-me-a-secret-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29517,Battle of the Sexes,2010-03-08," I got five kisses, where you want 'em at? Either of yo' lips, yo' ears, yo' neck, yo' stomach or yo' back Yo' inner thigh, right on yo' kneecap or yo' belly button These other guys be out here talkin but they steady frontin They don't know what they want, that's why I tell you put yo' trust in me Share all yo' secrets, yo' desires and yo' fantasies I ain't gon' tell nobody baby, I'm an only child I'll keep it to myself cause all I wanna do is see you smile Knowin that you got someone to talk to, ain't that what you want? I'll be yo' lover, yo' provider and yo' confidant And I won't judge you cause I know that ain't nobody perfect But you got some perfect imperfections and that makes you worth it I wanna see yo' body in all of the positions that you like it in We could do it slow or have some drinks and it gets enticin when You like it rough and I give it rough and start to pull yo' hair Cause ecstasy's yo' destination and I'mma take you there Tell me a secret baby Tell me somethin that nobody else knows Girl don't think about it, just soon as the door cloooose Tell me a secret baby Tell, tell, tell me a secret baby Oooh, show me somethin that nobody else sees (ayyy) Tell me all the things that you would do if it was you and me Tell me a secret baby Tell, tell, tell me a secret baby It ain't nobody in the universe that competes with you Imagine the possibilities and all the little freaky thangs that we could do Blindfolded handcuffed to the headboard, never let you go until you scream my name Maybe you think I'm playin but this is really far from a motherfuckin game Ain't a damn thang change still nasty as I wanna, be And I got just what you been lookin for baby girl you wanna, see It'll turn you on and it's gonna be on soon as I take it off Just give me yo' body, it's guaranteed that I'mma break it off Off off off, off until the sunrise And I'm not here to disappoint, just give me one try One kiss, one pinch and you could take or leave it But before you make up your mind just tell me one secret Ne-Yo, holla at 'em Tell me somethin that nobody else knows Girl don't think about it, just soon as the door cloooose Tell me a secret baby Tell, tell, tell me a secret baby Oooh, show me somethin that nobody else sees (ayyy) Tell me all the things that you would do if it was you and me Tell me a secret baby Tell, tell, tell me a secret baby [Verse 3: Ne-Yo] Said we can talk about your fantasy And ain't nobody gotta know but me Baby c'mon and make this move if you're gonna Baby we grown, we can do what we wanna, hey Said you can tell me what you like to do Baby girl you never know, I may like it too Baby c'mon and make this move if you're gonna Baby we grown, we can do what we wanna, ayyyyy Tell me somethin that nobody else knows Girl don't think about it, just soon as the door cloooose Tell me a secret baby Tell, tell, tell me a secret baby Oooh, show me somethin that nobody else sees (ayyy) Tell me all the things that you would do if it was you and me Tell me a secret baby Tell, tell, tell me a secret baby Whoa-ohhh-ohhh-ohhhh Whoa-ohhh-ohhh-ohhhh Oooh-ooooh, oh yeah Mmm, tell me a secret yeah Whoa-ohhh-ohhh-ohhhh Whoa-ohhh-ohhh-ohhhh Oooh-ooooh",4,11,5,4,30,6,38,4,8,30,0.982
185,185,/songs/99986,Ludacris,Tell Me What They Mad For,https://genius.com/Ludacris-tell-me-what-they-mad-for-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/99986,None,2013-01-01," Come around the hood, see sittin' here lookin' good Tell me what they mad for You should be on the radio, soundin' like I made a million dollars Tell me what they mad for Tell me what they mad for Girl tell me what they mad for Tell me what they mad for If you sellin' all the records and you fuckin' all the bitches And you sit a top of the charts and you livin' out your wishes With your chains all smothered and your watches all glittered And your ghost and your phantoms all comin' home to visit Or maybe cause your bitches was never really your bitches With your baby mama fucking every rapper in the business Niggas saying you was better when the drugs was in your system Now your crack swag gone ever since you came from prison Got you tweeting all stupid, is you skatin', is you dissin' Found out your Ghost leased and your Phantom just rented Won’t need it in your name like Pac when he went missing Makaveli lives on so I’m riding on you bitches Hail Mary be the witness, Lord Willin' I was dealing Stupid motherfucking five star, tatted on his ceiling Bullseye, be the motherfucking target for this killing Ain't y'all the motherfuckers with the millions? Come around the hood, see sittin' here lookin' good Tell me what they mad for You should be on the radio, soundin' like I made a million dollars Tell me what they mad for Tell me what they mad for Girl tell me what they mad for Tell me what they mad 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 blowing that smoke I'm blowing a couple millions Making a killing stunting on imposters Only rapper in the game with a grammy and a Oscar Seven figure movie deals, eight figure bank runs And I'm still feeding the same hood that I came from Any car that you got I've already drove Any chick that you hit, my nigga, I've already hoed Say it with your chest, like these diamonds in my charm Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm Air traffic control say Ludacris is insane That nigga daugher's birthday is the tail number on his plane Fuck with me, but nobody fucking with me Taking a shot of my Cognac More millions, real G's chugging with me If I'm happy there's no reason you should be sad for So if somebody, can somebody please Come around the hood, see sittin' here lookin' good Tell me what they mad for You should be on the radio, soundin' like I made a million dollars Tell me what they mad for Tell me what they mad for Girl tell me what they mad for Tell me what they mad for",29,9,24,35,10,38,21,25,6,16,-0.9939
186,186,/songs/158823,Ludacris,That's My Shit,https://genius.com/Ludacris-thats-my-shit-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/158823,Disturbing tha Peace,2005-12-13,"[Hook: Shawn Jay/ Tity Boi (2 Chainz)] This the hardest beat I ever heard That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's my shit You see them 24's on the curb That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's my shit You see them big blunts full of purp That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's my shit Everything I got I worked for That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's my shit Shawn Jay the type to break a ho, young chasin major dough Cut the check with DTP, now chickens try and play me close Ballin in the mall with Chaka, shoppin for the latest clothes Turn your lady to a bopper, watch how I take your ho Niggas see I get that money, now they wanna wait to blow Underground grindin, perfect timing in a crazy flow Put Georgia on your mind and now I'm ridin on the radio Your ass ain't no DJ, my advise stop playin me folk I'm ridin in my drop cut, these 24 inch not scrubbin In my plastic sack, I got more purple than Baby Bops buddy So materialistic, we're chopping early today What rolls around my throat, arm wristed in a bouqet 15's in the back blasting, Peep the candy as I pass em Watch the chamillion paint flop, like Chingy's last album Cocoa Chanelle frames, on woodgrain Old grain blown thangs on my hip, but that's the clips I'm married to the streets and this beef shit's apart of it Jumped out with heat, niggas didn't want no parts of it Pull up in the club, looking like they wanna start something Fuckin all these niggas hoes, that ain't ever dawned on me Tired of the fussin, bitches blushin, bumrushin The car treat me like a star but I ain't done nuttin Summer almost over with but I ain't done frontin They hate we gettin money, we gon make these niggas love it [Verse 4: Tity Boi (2 Chainz)] Pay my dues, takin crews, just me and my haitian dudes Makin loot, even made the news in my gator shoes Three fifty seven Glock, nine, a tech twenty two Everything I ride in on at least twenty twos This hustler music is what you hear in them drug zones They play it in their chevy loud plus it's a club song That's seven fourty five, that's my whip The biggest house in the neighborhood, that's my shit I get high like cooley, ruling with the toolin On a 22, still got that uzi in that hoopty Niggas all flashy, showing off their jewelry Til I shoot it through their heart like cupid Give it to 'em raw like sushi, then I'm back on the groupies Young nigga with a gun nigga, Norfclik where I'm from nigga Shut up and roll that blunt nigga and I don't even stunt nigga Quiet cause I hit them lips, roll up on a nigga with a clip now that's my shit I may be rich but never satisfied, making hoes camera shy Comin down topping blades, call me The Last Samurai I'll cut cha, gun butt cha, Knuck ya then buck ya It calls for Hammer Time if you think we can't touch ya Cause we too legit to quit, nigga run up on your click nigga Not action heroes but we all making six figures So put your choice to it, women get moist to it A songs worth a million once I lend my fucking voice to it ",26,16,19,12,14,32,27,7,8,11,-0.9932
187,187,/songs/29536,Ludacris,The Potion,https://genius.com/Ludacris-the-potion-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29536,The Red Light District,2005-04-20," Whattup? Hey shawty, what it is? Whattup? Hey shawty, what it is? Whattup? Hey shawty, what it is? Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit! Two-step and lay back, still wilin' shit Whattup? Hey baby, I got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back in motion Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit! Two step and lay back, still wilin' shit Whattup? Hey baby, I got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back in motion Man I'm like a needle in a haystack, so face that Go back to the drawing board, connect dots, but can't trace that Matter fact, erase that, 'cause on this great track Get your face slapped, and I'm straight so don't take that Try somethin' different and shit, so listen and shit Speakin' about what hip-hop is missin and shit I'm about to fill a void, Ludacris born in Illinois Raised in Atlanta, tote hammer since I was a little boy Ain't nobody like me, so they wanna bite me Fight me, step to me now but it ain't likely People swear they sight me, just cause he's light-skinned With braids in his hair don't mean that nigga looks like me Trick get your mind right, livin' in the limelight So picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a Klondike Bar, bar, hardy-har Tell yo' momma I'm a ghet-to su-per-star Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit! Two-step and lay back, still wilin' shit Whattup? Hey baby, I got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back in motion Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit! Two step and lay back, still wilin' shit Whattup? Hey baby, I got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back in motion Only standin' five eight but still a big shot, plus I got a big Clean everyday, stay fresher than what's in a Ziploc Tell your man to kick rocks, when I make my pitstops I'm in, then it's hard to get me out like I'm a slip knot Born to be a leader and not, no not a follower Only hang with chicks that got mo' twists than Oliver Not much of a hollerer, but I'd like to borrow her lips Bringin out the best in me 'specially if she a swallower Freaky deaky yellow man, and I'm sayin hello man To all the lovely ladies that like to jiggle like Jello man Bigger booty, small waist, put 'em in a small place And if it ain't no ass where I'm at, then I'm in the wrong place Bail like a bondsman, but keep 'em dancin' Got pop potential, stay black like Bob Johnson Who the hell is that in that fancy car? Tell yo' momma I'm a ghet-to su-per-star Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit! Two-step and lay back, still wilin' shit Whattup? Hey baby, I got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back in motion Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit! Two step and lay back, still wilin' shit Whattup? Hey baby, I got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back in motion And jump down turn around, pick a bale of cotton Jump down turn around, pick a bale of hay Oh lordy, pick a bale of cotton Oh lordy, pick a bale of hay Jump down turn around, pick a bale of cotton Jump down turn around, pick a bale of hay Oh lordy, pick a bale of cotton Oh lordy, pick a bale of hay Still working like a slave, learning tricks of the trade In a ghetto state of mind, say I'm rich and I'm paid Pickin' records like cotton in the thick of the day Till I'm spoiled and I'm rotten in a sinister way Life no different than those on minimum wage More money but still locked in a similar cage Either losers of tomorrow or we winners today Digest that and there's really nothin' missin' to say but Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit! Two-step and lay back, still wilin' shit Whattup? Hey baby, I got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back in motion Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit! Two step and lay back, still wilin' shit Whattup? Hey baby, I got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back in motion",34,25,31,23,28,55,44,7,16,22,-0.9981
188,188,/songs/734460,Ludacris,This Has Been My World,https://genius.com/Ludacris-this-has-been-my-world-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/734460,Ludaversal,2015-03-31," Over a decade later Let's toast to the good life We still living the hood life Welcome to my world Ludaversal Listen I think I got the best job in the world Cuz I ain't gotta take the piss test Michael sending me Jordans every 1st of the month Said his kids love me, ain't paid for a pair of kicks since Why is it that when 'em niggas gettin' rich The whole world just wanna get you some free shit? (Hahah) Ain't that 'bout a bitch Especially when they told me I'll never do shit, or be shit I made it and never took you for granted Took off and I never landed, supply whatever demanded and no one's ever handed it to me I kicked it off with me and my special team and shot the [?] to me Touchdown on my old turf, money and bitches sucking me in my microphone vest And no, I'm not surprised at my own work, been taking niggas to school, go do your homework Yeah, and I been going around in circles Like everyday is a rehearsal Is my life your entertainment? This has been my world, Ludaversal This has been my world, Ludaversal This has been my world, Ludaversal My life your entertainment This has been my world, Ludaversal Almost everyday I'm waking up in another city Another country, a different climate and a time zone Jet lag but I'm out of the bed fast for bad foreign bitches that I'm eager to lay my eyes on So I opened up the blinds to the sky on Wish that I could talk to God on my iPhone I thank Him for all of his generosity And for satisfying most of my curiosity Fans asking me what it's like to be me I always tell 'em it's more good than bad They say I want what you got I tell 'em you'll never have shit if you don't appreciate what you have So I have learned to appreciate all the simple things Like some good head and a fine wine We all going through life searching for answers And I been all around the world trynna find mine Yeah, and I been going around in circles Like everyday is a rehearsal Is my life your entertainment? This has been my world, Ludaversal This has been my world, Ludaversal This has been my world, Ludaversal My life your entertainment This has been my world, Ludaversal Seems like everyday is a holiday Celebratory popping bottles and model days Stereotypical rap shit personified From 8 albums committin' lyrical homicide These airports like international mazes Now my passport needs additional pages Then I'm staring out at another horizon Staying fly even in the no fly zone Bodies on board but my mind's gone Ain't no better feeling than when I fly home Staring out the window of the plane in the rains even the clouds need a shoulder to cry on I'm crying cuz I'm living out my dreams But this life is not easy as it seems It's sorta similar to a crack game Ain't no slowing down when you living in the fast lane Yeah, and I been going around in circles Like everyday is a rehearsal Is my life your entertainment? This has been my world, Ludaversal This has been my world, Ludaversal This has been my world, Ludaversal My life your entertainment This has been my world, Ludaversal Life is a gift And we have a responsibility to live it From the first breath to the last Our future is built on the foundation of our past Experience is a professor, and its test's at a highest pressure While we can't afford to crack We must bear not to break Like a reed in the wind we go with the flow While still reaching for the light Avoid useless conflict while never running from the fight The struggle that forever bubbles just beneath the surface I'm dedicating to the service of self and to my people And to never feeding the beast of unnecessary evil We say the most when saying the least Taking action to display our character From the first second that we start to feast until the day that we break this barrier So disparaging is the civilized savage relegated to antiquation only striving to become average I'm much happier as a maverick A cowboy that uses his cabbage to get more green than most niggas done seen The good kind and never the bad bitch The best that life has to give are the blessings of this life that we live And everyday on everyplace not lose my way, I've had to learn Just remember in any existence it's not the destination but the journey Live your life Just Blaze! ",30,27,18,25,28,41,46,18,23,24,0.9818
189,189,/songs/496351,Ludacris,Throw It Up,https://genius.com/Ludacris-throw-it-up-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/496351,The Preview,2008-01-01," Yea I'm back to drive you craz With the hottest shit in the streets, no if's, and's, or maybe's Errbody gather around from here to little Haiti Cuz it's Busta (Luda) and (Young Weezy Baby) With Flip Mode and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly Weezy tell 'em what you rep (I represent Young Money) Yea I know you got me homie (Busta, Bust I got you) Real talk (I'm goin' in) Get 'em killaaa I'm about to blast off call it rocket science Daddy fat stacks check my pocket science And if ya wanna try it, c'mon and try it You don't want beef, I'll put you on a diet I'm comin' through ya house with them choppas firin' And all adults die, leave the toddlers cryin' I've been a soldier, never met private ryan Hey welcome to the jungle, and I'm the lion I'm dippin' in my coupe, with the top behind me I'm not the president, but I see cops behind me Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not stop me So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby It's my prerogative like Whitney's Bobby I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney Crosby (That's hockey) Sharper than a ginsu shawty You not Beyonce, but I can get you body Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle Throw it up (you know we got em) Throw it up (you know we got em) Throw it up (you know we got em) Throw it up (you know we got em) I throw it up like a cap and tassel, I got my rap diploma I throw it up like the gangs in Southern California I Got them burners on ya, have you lookin' at a Russian Ruger I'll be lookin' like a human torch Then have you lookin' like Freddy Krueger So don't be sleepin' on me, this ain't a fuckin' dream I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they fuckin' team But I ain't slangin' dope, I slang Luda-vision Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now that's true religion You couldn't fill my shoes, You couldn't fill my jockey My niggas fight over ice like we been playin' hockey I hope you get the goal, I hope you get the point I'm on a roll with this paper, I hope you get the joint I hope you fire it up, I hope it burn slow I welcome chicks to my nest, I let these birds know And eagles fly alone, so I'm about to take flight And throw it up like ya girl's dress on prom night When I spit, niggas be askin' ""Who dat"" It be the god And I know you niggas really wanna know how the hell I ""Do dat"" And the way that I come through And kill every single thing when I rhyme Nevermind, niggas can't compete when I spit a little beat same time (Bring the beat back) My fans will leave ya fuckin' ass leakin' For sayin' you nicer than me, hypothetically speakin' Cool and Dre bring the fuckin' beat back for no reason (Rewind It) Niggas know my rap and know me for always beastin', Ok When they see me they stutta, niggas know where I'm from Scoon nu nu nu ba ba be, like the speakin' in tongues I single handedly move like a thousand niggas kick on Trample niggas like a heard of hippo's (Nigga) When I get hot I pop like oil, that's when they call me crisco (Bitch) That's when I seek revenge like the Count of Monte Cristo Crack niggas like Nabisco, swallow a fifth for 'Sisco A gangsta cat markin territory wherever the piss go Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you wanna thug and holla I'll change that and have you consider studyin' Kabbalah (Shit) They nicknamed me Kamala (Hey), kinda like the Ugandan giant Flatten niggas with my foot, who wanna try it ",17,16,11,18,12,21,26,9,13,23,-0.6847
190,190,/songs/704176,Ludacris,Throw Sum Mo (Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-throw-sum-mo-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/704176,None,2017-10-04," Black by popular demand Okay, Okay, Okay Okay, Okay You's a hoe You's a hoe These Ludaverses and You's a hoe Nothing to it but to do it I'm all about that dumb shit South Side College Park Nigga you don't run shit My janitors mop the floor Be careful hoe You're slippin' up I heard them boys was deep But we don't really give a fuck See one of my niggas will fight two of yo niggas And then a bunch you niggas is Gone drop Got a bunch of gorillas ,with drug dealers and killers None of these niggas is ever gonna stop I had enough of this playing disrespect It's time to let a nigga know Dangled a nigga from the top of a balcony Like Suge Knight But I better let a nigga go I'll teach you about some manners I'll teach you about respect I'll teach you about that gold chain Hanging around your motherfuckin' neck Check J's, watch, pinky ring I ain't done Pack up at all your shit And head back where you came from Nigga I ain't the one So miss me with that bullshit Internet thumb thuggers empty out a full click Time after time Like I'mma take it up after I wake up But rhyme after rhyme, Ludacris spit a verse And rappers just shake up I'm all about my paper I could give a damn about a hater later So all my niggas from Decauter Will make ya step up like Zeta Phi Beta Ya'll really hurt my feelings Ya'll really gots to chill I cry and wipe my tears With hundred dollar bills Fuck ya'll I'm self-made I hustle hard I've been Trill Couple of checks from that Hollywood But I'm hungry with that pen still Got hits way over ya'll head Ya'll ball in that infield Got 10 houses all paid for Ya'll niggas pay rent still How you feeling about that, bitchy ass nigga? Ludaversal March 31st Be afraid Be very afraid",12,10,10,8,7,20,15,6,5,10,-0.9973
191,191,/songs/1008375,Ludacris,Tickets Sold Out (Skit),https://genius.com/Ludacris-tickets-sold-out-skit-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1008375,Incognegro,1999-05-16," Narrator: This Friday performing live at the Civic Center. You heard him on Phat Rabbit wit Timbaland Ludacris: I be that nigga named Luda AKA L.O.V.A. L.O.V.A Narrator: You heard him with Jermaine Dupri on Sony PlayStation's John Matten 2000. Now, now, now see him perform live at the Civic Center. For 3 shows only, it's Ludacris. Tickets for the first show are not available because it's sold out Tickets for the second show are not available, you got it right, sold out. And Tickets for the third and final show have been sold out. So hold up, what the fuck am I doin' this shit for?",1,0,2,0,0,2,3,0,0,6,-0.8294
192,192,/songs/667213,Ludacris,Tip Toe Wing In My Jawwdinz (Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-tip-toe-wing-in-my-jawwdinz-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/667213,LudaVerses ,2015-01-02," Tip-toein’ in my Jordans Got so many pairs I’m runnin’ outta space where I can store ‘em Women used to gimme no play but nowadays they always whorin’ Givin’ me super dome like I’m playin’ for New Orleans Luda bought a house in the Hollywood Hills all tourin’ and recordin’ Come and trespass, put the .44 up to all your major organs Only lines that rappers got that’s dope is the ones they snortin’ Luda Abdul-Jabbar bitch, I lead the league in scorin’ Dunk on a nigga like Blake Griffin dunked on Kendrick Perkins Women say they on they cycle and I just throw ‘em some detergent Make it seem like you sayin’ a prayer and just get down on your knees My favourite pairs of Jays are the 13’s and the 3’s, bitch please Cause I’m x2 Tip-toein’ in my Jordans I done came down tip-toein’ in my Jordans Just copped a Porsche tip-toein’ in my foreigns And you muthafuckers borin’, you sleepin’ on me, snorin’ Don’t worry cause I’m",3,3,2,3,1,4,5,3,0,1,0.4404
193,193,/songs/667174,Ludacris,Tom Ford (Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-tom-ford-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/667174,LudaVerses ,2015-01-02," My nigga I’m a road dog and all my dogs on the road Don’t put your fingers on my whip or that bitch might explode Some say it’s sucka proof, if you’s a trick I can tell it I sprayed my whole damn whip with broke nigga repellent Step away from the vehicle wish it could all be so simple but you’s a groupie And I bought that whip right there with a cheque that I got from a fucking movie Luda! Hollywood, Hollywood, nigga But still rappin’ like I just got out the hood nigga College Park where I been, Southside I’m locked in We double-parked on my block so my block got you blocked in I dare your ass to say something or we might just take something Open up that can of Raid and this Glock might just spray something You insect, we been prepped, you get wet from these ten tecks Shoot it out, stab it out, or knuckle up and get chin checked I’m a lover not a fighter, a nibbler not a biter but I’m all about that life dog Try to break in my house and you might find your wife dog But you also gonna see two dogs that attack and is ready take a bite out your ass You could try to fight it but I’m here to let you know I can guarantee that your fight won’t last You gon’ be dead meat, nigga, puppy chow I’mma be like ‘ding ding ding ding ding!’ who else is hungry now? Come and get it my dogs’ll chew and spit it Your body’s a wishbone and this chopper will come and skid it Ludacris, I’m kinda crazy with these metaphors And been with ol’ bitches gettin’ great skull like Skeletor Big sword like He-Man, women want this seed man Two Glocks like 2Pac, jackass like Wee Man Time to lose that rooftop, I don’t start no key man Decorate this Ludacris, Miss, light up that tree man Smoke some’",19,8,8,15,2,22,6,8,7,8,-0.9869
194,194,/songs/2709741,Ludacris,Truffle Butter (Ludaverse Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-truffle-butter-ludaverse-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/2709741,None,2015-01-29," Yaah, yaah Fresh out, ha Luda! DTP, hey Ludaverses, aah, you know Lyrical exercise Another freestyle Listen, ha! Flyer than a G6 Another Luda verse, no, this is not a remix Leak this; so wavy you get seasick But that's none of my business, so Kermit tea sip He sick, we're flipping the sixteen Addicted to getting cream, attempted to sip lean But I'd rather take a shot of that Louis the Sixteen That's right, I'm a fit king, see me on the big screen April 3rd, Fast and Furious, doing these big things Then dropping that Ludaversal same week, get me My neck and my wrist bling from the money 'Cris bring Black interior, but whip whiter than whipped cream Big dreams into 2015 with steam Cooking in the studio, serving to get fiends Home makeover, the mansion is extreme Game takeover, I'm balling to get rings Groupie women looking, they trying to get seen Money over bitches, I'm trying to get green Dirty South criminal trying to get clean Checkmating pawns that's trying to get kings, aah! (laughs) Yeah! Short but sweet March 31st, Ludaversal, baby April 3rd, the seventh fucking installment of the Fast and Furious franchise We work it! I'm just getting started",9,5,8,4,10,12,14,4,7,7,-0.9194
195,195,/songs/535528,Ludacris,Tuesday (Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-tuesday-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/535528,LudaVerses ,2014-10-09,"x4 Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy I heard a rumor I was broke They said Luda ain't got no green backs You people must be smokin', dope So kill yourself you if you believe that Forbes lits cash king, 8 years in a row In fact I'm still making money Off that song, ""You's a Ho"" These artists scare of success Money and power they abuse it Instead of making up these lies Why don't ya'll make some better music I'm back rapping and going strong Like I'm with Tigger in the basment Album taken to fuckin, long I told my fans, just to be patient I told em' I apologize, been doin too other work Too many people talkin' shit Now Luda's, got to go bezerk EP comin' in Decemeber Just talking bout how it hurts And finally that Ludaversal It's dropping March 31st And Imma have the club up 4x Working Monday night, on the corner flipping hard Made at least three thousand, on the Boulevard I've been working graveyard, shifts every other weekend Ain't got no fucking time to party on the weekend I've been flipping in the house, making juugs on the highway I've been riding out of state, making money like my way I don't think that I should dance, I'm just gon have another drink I'm doing my stance, you know my Molly pink I've got the loudest of the loud, you know my gas stink My P.O. think I'm in the house, don't give a damn about what she think x4",13,10,6,6,9,12,18,8,5,12,-0.9059
196,196,/songs/29537,Ludacris,Two Miles an Hour,https://genius.com/Ludacris-two-miles-an-hour-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29537,The Red Light District,2004-12-07,"Yeah.. we gon' send this one out To e'rybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship Let's ride Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you {*repeat 3X*} It's get out, put my pedal to the flo' and let's roll! Yesss, 7 cars, 8 cribs and ain't a damn thing changed I'm still pumpin 10 kickers, still grippin the grain Still candy in the paint, still ridin them thangs And most my folks would say I'm happy but I still feel pain Until I, jump in my ride, that's my only escape Me and my automobile's got these neighbors screamin, ""Gimme a break!"" It's a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses Don't be mad cause I can't hold my 500 horses Lamborghinis and Porsches, Ferraris and Vipers I'mma wipe the seats witcho' drool then rub the hood with a diaper Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank I MEAN to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank Go strap your seatbelts on, go put your money up Go put your life on the line, go put your honey up Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys Time to play or better yet it's time to bring out them toys We goin Assign your name in the streets (sign your name in the streets) Yo, one of my ways of releasin tension while I'm releasin some steam Even if I just put a fresh coat of wax on I'm makin sure the slippers is clean The 26's is mean, shut down the block, nigga picture the fiends My system supreme, you can feel the knock, just picture the scene The chickens just scream, whole crew ballin they sick of my team We gettin the cream, I'm through hollerin, I'm livin my dream I'm black with a scheme, won't stop until that fat lady sings And yeah it's actual and factual what my faculty brings A car show for whatever we slide and wherever we glide You can keep your rules and regulations man cause we don't abide And we lookin alive, Mercedes Benz, 6 or the 5 In a Beamer, Lexus or Ac', we don't know how to act when we drive And I fiend for the ride, I lay back and lean to the side Onlookers and turnin heads is all that's seen through his eyes I'm breezin on by, and no doubt, it's easy to fly But it's even better when you slow down or ease to the side And go I'm ridin up in, GTO's, and fo'-fo'-two's Grand Prixs, S-S's cause we so so cool Ridin Regals or the 'llacs, we in Chevelles and Verts Skylarks, motorcycles, ATV's with the works Malibus and Camaros, T-Birds and Novas Escalades, Navigators, Expeditions and Rovers H-2's and Denalis, pickup trucks with the beams Crown Vics, Monte Carlos, even Cutlass Supremes Are goin Assign your name in the streets (sign your name in the streets)",9,11,11,12,8,16,21,8,4,19,0.9422
197,197,/songs/29501,Ludacris,U Got a Problem?,https://genius.com/Ludacris-u-got-a-problem-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29501,Incognegro,1999-05-16," Yeah, come see this nigga Come see this ol' light-skinned motherfucker I seen him and I'm addicted Disturbing tha Peace is the clique Please tell these fake-ass niggas who you are I be that nigga named Luda Alert! alert! it's the ATLien intruder College Park waterboy, spit in the c-cooler I Jam 'til they Def, they call me Slick Dick the Ruler Women, indeed! Keep yo' eyes closed 'Bow blows, come on out them clothes, hoes Low-pros, low blows, watch out for the po-pos And I chose to be that number-one contender Southern offender, fucking up your whole agenda When I walk, you try to run; when I run, you try to hide You skate at the snap of my fingers; call me Golden Glide It's you and I, do or die, who am I? I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm Sly Oh, why try? You one of them niggas that like to cheat death And I'm one of them niggas That rip out Excursions 'til there's no seats left You shit out wheat Chex, and fart out deep breaths While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks Who, that nigga 'Cris? Aww, that nigga's aight That nigga can't fuck with me, though! Let me get on the mic Nigga, who the fuck are you, nigga? I be that nigga Bronze Bridges Players wanna ball but go on strike 'cause of my pitches They think I want they bitches But I don't want no pigeons; yeah, pigeons can scrub my dishes And y'all don't want no scrubs 'til y'all pull out y'all extensions Y'all in school detention and'll never come out Man, I'll cut your achilles tendon and put a sock in your mouth 'Cause we the shit in the South, Fate know what I'm talking about You see we Jack and we Daniel, y'all Earl and Ralph 4-Ize, twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames Not even Joshua can come to war with these games These bitch niggas is lame and comin' down with the rain You all wet behind the ears but it's a drought in your brain And that's the simple and plain mayne, three-W dot, shhhh... Man, that dude Luder's got some hotter-than-hot shhh... Well sh-sh-sh-shut the fuck up Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut the fuck up Hold on man, hold on, lil buddy Y'all talkin 'bout shorty, man? Shorty up at the radio station, man? Shorty be popping, man! I'm saying, let the name be known! Who y'all talmbout? I be that nigga the Lova-Lova I'm nastier than thinking about your parents sex each other No glove, no love; better tell your dick to run for cover So when lightning strikes, you'll be safe on a few rubbers If you know what I mean! Not everybody's Mr. and Mrs. Clean Some get burnt like Freddy Krueger, sweet dreams Girls ""backin' they ass up,"" now they 400 Degreez, ha Hot girl, trying to give to niggas up on the block, girl Have you screaming, ""Stop, girl!"" I rock worlds with my nine inch Louisville slugger Still wonder why they call me Lova-Lova? Self-explanitor-ium, ass valedictorian I bring 'em Back to the Future like a '85 Delorean The Luda drug emporium; on the counter prescriptions You like my diction and my doctor/nurse convention I place the stethoscope quite close to your titty And have your buttcheeks red, man, like Uncle Quilly See me! See me! Hahahaha CEO, D.T.P Infamous 2-0, Fate Forrester 4-Eezy Shondreezy on da beat Playaz Circle,Tity Boi College Park, nigga! Virgo, nigga! What-what! Ahh, ahh-ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh-ahh, ahh",18,9,15,14,8,30,19,7,5,12,-0.9884
198,198,/songs/29548,Ludacris,Ultimate Satisfaction,https://genius.com/Ludacris-ultimate-satisfaction-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29548,Release Therapy,2007-02-12," Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction Satisfaction Yeah, blow me a shotgun B-b-b-blow me a shotgun B-b-b-blow me a shotgun It gives me (satisfaction) Can you handle it 808 bang in the back with the woofer like boom boom boom boom With my foot on the pedal and my hand on my strap Got the engine like vroom vroom vroom vroom What's up, you ain't never heard a nigga rap like-like this before I got an addictive flow that'll give you (satisfaction) I'mma make you satisfied, even if it kills me Even if it takes the slower minds, a little bit of time to feel me Recollect the 15 million I sold, or the 30 times I went gold And if you take 2 puffs of this dro, it'll give you (satisfaction) I've sold the most and no one's close, but I'm not meaning to brag It's different strokes for different folks like Angelina and Brad Some keep the heat in the stash, put 30 keys in their Jag And if cops ain't peepin your tag then you're gonna feel some (satisfaction) Pumpin' out albums like Reverend Run is pumpin out children, here's another one So catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland I'm bound to be the greatest, I'm determined to win Until then I can't get no (satisfaction) I'm the one that went to the gunfight with a knife, and won Left with his pistol and left him dead, the guy he tried to run Just because my verse 2nd don't mean I am not the one When I'm done I'm guaranteed to give you (satisfaction) I might not be the best in the world, but the best the world ever seen I'm Albany Georgia's Dougherty County ding-a-ling king And when I'm digging deep in the spleen, I'mma make the cream and she scream Baby get me hard like a Snickers bar I give her (satisfaction) Yessir there ain't not other way so motherfuck what you say Y'all had this spot, we took you off the top like a toupee Of course we kick and pushed in this fiasco like Lupe Back that ass up like Juve, cause the south we givin them (satisfaction) Ever since I signed with Luda and them, my chances of losing is slim Y'all talk that smack but copycat and do a movie like him Yessir my mob got that goodie as if my group had a Gipp We gonna continue to give them a double dose of (satisfaction) Yea Fleetwood drop the bomb, when I rhyme it's TNT That's why my money long as the line at the DMV When they askin who was that that was snappin I'm that answer dude Like Snickers bring no nuts no (satisfaction) I hustle and flow, I done been by my cheese since I was knee high Weed what you need, hit me I'mma drop off peaches like I'm T.I Earvin Johnson gimme that rock and magic cap of Shawn Jay Dope sold money for (satisfaction) I been the nigga they can't fuck with, hot but the flow cold Flip rocks by the boatload O.G. no see see me get tipped off getcha no dough Zip-loc full of dro Tote big Glocks on the hip cocked try to play the big shots Get popped with the four four Don't be the reason they moppin the floor for payin me that (satisfaction) Fool for a dollar let me get that pop, man I need this cream Where my cake give me my candles, I got sweet sixteen Now the kid with the cocaine flow got DTP on his necklace Now Luda tell them what you think about your invest (satisfacton) - 2X",13,12,4,8,9,21,28,7,12,10,0.9454
199,199,/songs/5257,Ludacris,Undisputed,https://genius.com/Ludacris-undisputed-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/5257,Theater of the Mind,2008-10-14," What's up Luda? It's your trainer, Money Mayweather Tell them other MC's to put their motherfuckin mics down Cause you the truth, it's round one Dedication, hard work, prayers and belief And a good team {*ding ding*} Yeah, back up on that ass (yeah) Back to put rappers on one knee like they 'bout to run 100 meter dash Bow down to greatness Before I get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of glaciers Titanic flow (what?) Titanic dough (what?) Women on my nuts like, ""Where the Titanic go?!"" I been scourin the Earth (yeah) Makin my fans catch the holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church And the fat lady's singin - it's over for you rappers Can't none of y'all bust, you're just sacs full of semen And I got the women screamin (AHHH!) They could catch my balls on Any Given Sunday like my name's Willie Beamen Or LL Cool - so if your boyfriend Thinks you loyal to his ass then he's a motherfuckin fool Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist (hey!) Iconic status and his name is Ludacris Bitch please! You messin with some real O.G.'s With million dollar whips that I ship from overseas Got a pocket full of G's - and the inconvenient truth Is that the ozone is bad cause I been smokin' all the trees The globe is warmin up when we fire up the blunt And put it in the air like Evel Knievel stunts What you want from me? (what?) I got pistols for the haters Your fam'll be in black like they was playin for the Raiders And your music isn't favored - and DJ's they NEVER bring it back Like when you go and borrow somethin from your neighbors Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt The name of my car insurance is ""YO' FUCKIN FAULT!"" And if you sittin' on chrome - I'll call up my boys And have you stripped of yo' metals like Marion Jones, nigga + (Ludacris) Champ you got it! Keep on movin They ain't got nothin on you, watch for the sneak dissin These boys'll smile in your face and stab you right in the back (I know) Bring it, take some water This is Money in the bank! (yeah) They defeatin themselves, champ (yeah baby) You know what you can do (I know) You Luda! You lookin good, let's go! (aight) C'mon baby, hard work and dedication (yeah) You know what it is man (aight let's go) {*ding ding ding*} Keep fightin! Yeah, back up on the scene (what?) Back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins I got the hammer in my jeans: call me Mr. Fix It Barrel stay hotter than A fresh batch of homemade buttermilk biscuits A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made casket Luda leaves intruders stretched out like gymnastics And acrobatics; I'm superstar status The mouth of the South like Gangsta Grillz you bastards! The international traveler And I may not be much to you, but I'm the SHIT out in Africa So put ya fist up - even the Statue of Liberty Lit a flame for the way that I lit my wrist up You can't compete with me - I got 'em stuck Like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet with me And then I broke free - I'll let 'em loose When Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston become drug-free I'm the baddest mother-shut-it like Shaft was Leavin' rappers with headaches like bad drugs They shoulda warned ya - you got defeated By the Heat, but ehh, we'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya So call the coroner (hey!) I'll show up to yo' funeral with some gators like I'm FRESH outta Florida Call me The Swamp Thang - y'all headed in the wrong direction Like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train So don't fuck with it - I'm sendin' lyrical bullets Right at yo' dome, fuck niggas better duck with it (duck wit it!) Or else you stuck with it - you'll get stomped so bad You'll leave the scene thinkin eight Young Buck's did it But not in Ca$hville - you lost yo' feelin Like comin' down off X, chasin' effects of yo last pill (ha ha) You fuckin' Daffodil, you's a Daffy Duck (what?) And I'm the undefeated champ, y'all niggas suck! Ha ha ha ha! I told these muh'fuckers can't fuck with you and me man I'm the best of the best, the head honcho The el hombre intachable, man You know what the business is, they can't fuck with me man You know what my lifestyle is Man you know what I do, you can't fuck with me man What, a decade? What? I'll go ten more, they can't fuck with me man Lifestyle, you know what it is Gettin money man, let's go Yeah baby, yeahhhh! I'm the champ! Undisputed, WHAT? Who wants some? Ha ha ha... whoo! I wish a muh'fucker would",18,16,15,19,20,37,42,22,20,25,0.9978
200,200,/songs/734463,Ludacris,Viagra (Skit),https://genius.com/Ludacris-viagra-skit-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/734463,Ludaversal,2015-03-31," Oh god! Oh god! Ugh.. 9-1-1 What's your emergency? Yes ma'am I got a hard problem, I got a hard problem... Calm down sir, it can't be that hard, Okay? No, no it can't, it-it can't... It is! My dick, it's been hard for over eight hours and it just won't go down! Excuse me?! I took one of them Viagras for the first time... Word?! And the first one didn't do anything, s-so I took another one... OK.. And now my shit harder than titanium in this motherfucker, I've been knocking shit over... Damn, I ain't had no dick in 6 months.. Why don't them shits come with directions?! I don't know what to do, ma'am help! Hey girl, Lisa! Hmhm--? --My god, what was I thinking... --Cover my shift, forward this call to my cell and confirm his address! I got you! Swear to god imma kill Tyrone and them niggas, I ain't never listenin' to them niggas again man, I swear! Mmm... Calm down, sir help is on the way! I can't believe these bitches set my dick up for failure! Well, what happened anyway? I had, I had invited this chick over, you know what I'm sayin', this bitch I knew from a long time... Mm-Hmm... And she said she was with her friend, and they both wanted this thang, man, like they both wanted to jump me off, you know what I'm sayin', and then-- --Poor thang!-- --it started going to voicemail, man I HATE these bitches, man why do they need to be doing this stupid shit?! Mm-Mm, sir, help is in the neighborhood!--Is it the last house on the right? ...Right on the right... right? No, they right, THESE BITCHES AIN'T RIGHT! Mm, don't worry about that! Momma gon' take care of you! Oh, is the one with the blow up dolls in the front? The one in the cut, with the furry bushes... it's got some furry bushes, yes it does... I done wacked off like three times! I don't know what else to do! Well, you ain't gotta do that no more! (opens and closes door) What the hell you doin' in my house?! Nigga, where the drinks at?!",11,10,12,16,7,19,19,12,1,16,-0.9889
201,201,/songs/3260630,Ludacris,Vices,https://genius.com/Ludacris-vices-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/3260630,None,2017-10-04," Some people like to drink Some people like to smoke Some people overthink Some people overdose I'm just trying to get the nicest Bottles on ices Pull some all nighters 'Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices Everybody got I popped a couple bottles I took a couple shots I done fucked a couple models I done fucked a couple thots But from Seattle to Atlanta From Philly to the bay The only loyal bitch I know Is a loyal bitch named Tanqueray She gets me right everytime It ain't never no fussing or fighting She said she'll always be mine That's why I cuff her and wife her Now that's through sickness and health All the way 'til death do us part Ever since I seen her on the shelf I knew we'd always be together from the start And she tell me when my cups half empty I tell her when the bottles half full And I can't get enough so don't tempt me Sometimes she's chased with Red Bull Sometimes I have to re-up 'Cause I want to be with her all the time 'Cause everybody's got vices I just wanna come clean about mine Some people like to drink Some people like to smoke Some people overthink Some people overdose I'm just trying to get the nicest Bottles on ices Pull some all nighters 'Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices Everybody got I rolled a couple fat ones I Passed around the dank I smashed a couple bad ones I smashed a couple skanks But from Cali to Carolina New York to Tijuana Only Mary that I know Is a faithful hoe named marijuana I be draped in all designer Won't can't me in nothing less Than a couple thousand dollars Success will just make 'em swallow Good sex will just make 'em holler Good weed will just make it better And ease the stress in my mind As I continue to going and get this cheddar Better roll it, lick it and then light it Puff puff, pass that thing around Everyday, I gets excited 'Cause this here, came from the ground And it was put, on the earth to smoke it I can't think, of a better time To light it up and ask if I wanna hit it 'Cause I know that I can't decline Luda Some people like to drink Some people like to smoke Some people overthink Some people overdose I'm just trying to get the nicest Bottles on ice Pull some all nighters 'Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices Everybody got Worry 'bout your own fucking life Worry 'bout your own fucking life Worry 'bout your own fucking life Worry 'bout your own fucking life Stay the fuck up out of mine Stay the fuck up out of mine Stay the fuck up out of mine Stay the fuck up out of mine I'm aight bitch...",12,14,9,13,8,75,18,12,7,11,-0.1118
202,202,/songs/3040511,Ludacris,Vitamin D,https://genius.com/Ludacris-vitamin-d-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/3040511,None,2017-03-31,"[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Ludacris] Aw yeah, yeah I mean there's a lot of women out here that's just, you know They just deficient in so many things, man You missing so many key nutrients in your life I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets Oh, no no Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean? Yeah, Luda She got them handlebars Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey She be givin' out battle scars 'Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey She told me, all the weight, go straight to that ass Make a student be late for the class She make a nigga wanna holla even throw a couple dollars So I gotta get straight to the cash I love big cheeks in between them sheets Jump back, I can't help myself Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep 'Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps And she get right down to the business She stimulate the five senses And she like it when I grab her hair But I might pull out them extensions My intentions is good for her She like that I'm rich and a lil hood for her I beat it right and leave it good sore Real niggas is always what I stood for I'm all in, I don't play with it I fall in and I lay in it If I call in, I might stay in it And if it's all a sin, then I'll pray in it [Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign] Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight) Whoever she been with, he just ain't hittin' it right (hittin' it right) So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight) Girl, take this D, I don't want you gettin' sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight) She said go another round for me (go another round for me) She said she can take this D (she said she can take it) She said go another round for me (go another round for me) She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it) She got them thunder thighs I'm just tryna get struck by some lightnin' Man, her booty is plus her size And I like my cakes with some icin' Yeah baby, [ciero a milo Que a sabora azucca] Bonita, freaky lil chica Let's try the whole Kama Sutra, get down Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down I'ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty I'm never lettin' the opportunity pass me But I love her boots when they thigh high Guess it's true what they say when you're havin' fun, the time, it really do fly by Take her legs, put 'em sky high Climb to the top, I'ma skydive Off, you feel the pump like it's sawed off Shot gun, hold tight, don't fall off Work, I'ma call off Don't be tryna leave, lil mama, that's too much ass to haul off You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I'ma get blue balls 'Cause ain't nobody got sex like you That can dress like you or impress like you You make a brother wanna woosa [Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign] Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight) Whoever she been with, he just ain't hittin' it right (hittin' it right) So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight) Girl, take this D, I don't want you gettin' sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight) She said go another round for me (go another round for me) She said she can take this D (she said she can take it) She said go another round for me (go another round for me) She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it) Ooh, she got that snapback Kinda ass if you blink, that it might hurt you All up on the Snapchat Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you That there be your eyes only Love when she grind on me If they said I'm talkin' shit You know someone was lyin' on me She ain't for that he say, she say This shakin' the DJ replay Is like everyday is her bday 'Cause everyday's her get this D day And she got to work with a smile on And her skin is always glowin' And her JJ ain't all in the streets 'Cause she ain't out her hoein', Luda [Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign] Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight) Whoever she been with, he just ain't hittin' it right (hittin' it right) So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight) Girl, take this D, I don't want you gettin' sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight) She said go another round for me (go another round for me) She said she can take this D (she said she can take it) She said go another round for me (go another round for me) She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)",14,10,17,12,15,31,32,25,10,17,0.928
203,203,/songs/29552,Ludacris,Warning (Intro),https://genius.com/Ludacris-warning-intro-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29552,Release Therapy,2007-02-12," Warning! This album contains Ludacris material Parental discretion is advised So kids cover your ears and close your eyes Otherwise you're about to witness HISTORY The thoughts and views expressed on THIS album Are a direction reflection of the new generation So without further ADIEUX I bring to YOU, that nigga named Luda HEY! I be that nigga named LUDA give a round of applause They say I'm up to no good, I'll say I'm down for the cause Down for whatever goes down, I'm strapped down to my drawers So if you up for some stitches then I'm down for some scars Down to make 'em GET DOWN, stop playin and pause There's two things I'll never break and that's my word and my balls So here's a temporary fix for your permanent flaws This album helps you to RELEASE cause life is irkin us all Enough to make you wanna break shit, no longer will I take shit From ANY of these clowns cause I'm TIRED of this fake shit I'm ready for some action, ready with a passion Like pots with the steam I'm ready to get it crackin It's six years and countin if you think I'm a joke Me gettin served is like Bill Gates and Oprah goin broke It's 'bout time they gave it to me, I'm the reignin champ Your favorite rapper went to Ludacris' trainin camp Beotch! Yeah shawty! (That's right) On the real I feel you on that Man I'm tired of all these fake-ass niggas homes (Hell yeah shawty) Ay ay, this your boy Lil' Black Representin that zone-trey you feel me All these niggas ay, I told y'all hoes that I'm the man I told y'all homey nigga just need to get to the money man Stop fuckin with homes man, feel me? I JUST WANNA KNOW WHAT HE SAID ABOUT OPRAH! DON'T NOBODY TALK BAD ABOUT OPRAH! YOU JUST LOST A FAN Man Joe, I'mma tell you what the bid'ness is You fuckin with a true player, true and recognized, ya dig? Y'all already know the demo, Scary Larry sweet big-ass punks If you ain't fuckin with my guy, What is yo' life about? Kick rocks, SKEEZER please! Yo God, man Chris can kiss my ass He remember me, I was at the club right there with him He he coulda got me in I mean I went to Benjamin Banneker high school with him I knew him before all the fame That's how you gonna do your people man? That's how you gonna do your folk? Yup! Tch man I used to cook for this nigga See he done come over to my house the other day Talkin 'bout, he don't eat beef and he don't eat pork And my homegirl was over there and she was like ""Girl he look so tall on TV!"" I said, ""Girl I told you he was short"" Maaaaaaan, I don't give a damn I looooove that nigga!",11,13,8,6,11,21,27,7,8,21,0.9481
204,204,/songs/29550,Ludacris,War With God,https://genius.com/Ludacris-war-with-god-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29550,Release Therapy,2007-02-12," The time has come for bad things to end The time has come for life to begin Yes! The time has come for the war of the gods It's that time I'mma take the subtle approach first 'Cause I'm just gettin started Let's go! Look: I'm the best and there's nothing that you can do about it (nope!) Never needed a publicity stunt, let's tell the truth about it (yeah!) Even in the core of the streets, you can't sway the youth about it (nah!) But keep running yo mouth And I swear I'mma knock a tooth up out it (blaow!) I never claimed to be nuthin but who the fuck I am Never sold cocaine in my life, but I'm still the fuckin man (right!) Understand, nuthin you did makes you better nigga You claim the streets, but the streets respect that cheddar, nigga Luda got twice as much yo life you can charge it to 'em (ching!) I fit four of your houses inside my daughters room (woo!) And still have room for young Karma to play Givin back to the children of tommorrow, for good karma today So you can say whatcha wanna say, and you can talk that talk But real niggas ain't doin no talkin cause we walk that walk Album for album, you can see I got a multimillion plan So call yourself whatever you want except The Multimillion Man Nigga! Lucifer, oh Lucifer Whatever you want except the multi-million man, nigga God of evil, you're the god of hate Call yourself whatever you want except the million man, nigga Lucifer, oh Lucifer Call yourself whatever you want except the million man, nigga The darkness is waiting, fire and light How many, man? How many times is you gon rap about busting your gun? (huh?) How many times is you gon trap without busting your gun? (gon' bust it!) Only shots you ever took were subliminal to the general Disrespecting those doing real time with real criminals (woo!) And I ain't never did a day in my life But it should be illegal to walk a day in my life I paid the price and the cost to be the boss So you can rest your mouth I'm universal, Luda never limits hisself to the south I give a damn about ya hootin and hollerin, it ain't botherin me! I hear you talkin but you ain't made it to three! You know where I live, but you ain't made it to me! You ain't made, nigga I'm havin a house party, kid, come get played, nigga You got played, my record label never jerked me So shoot me, stab me, but words will never hurt me I feed off your energy (woo!), my powers with God So it's even better if you make ya diss record real hard Lucifer, oh Lucifer Make the record real hard God of evil, you're the god of hate Make the record real hard Lucifer, oh Lucifer Ya diss record real hard The darkness is waiting, fire and light See, even without all that bass and treble, I'm as hot as the devil But I work for the top floor, homie, get on my level I been stripped away ya powers 'cause I gave you my blessing So it'll take more than majority vote to win this election Man, mixtapes are not my resume, it's too hot And I warned them I was coming, I got that number one spot So unless you using tampons, quit acting stuck up And do like your records say, or shut the FUCK up Do like your records say, or shut the fuck up Do like your records say, or shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Ch-ch-ch-ch-shut the fuck up Lucifer, oh Lucifer God of evil, you're the god of hate Lucifer, oh Lucifer The darkness is waiting, fire and light",25,28,12,34,17,25,34,18,9,27,-0.9957
205,205,/songs/1649,Ludacris,We Got,https://genius.com/Ludacris-we-got-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/1649,Chicken-n-Beer,2003-10-07," DTP we got them guns that go (gun sound) [Verse 1: I-20] Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggas recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until you all look like dice But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggas I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo...going through niggas DTP we ain't playing if you try to get our pen A.K's get to spraying like Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it Bust you in the broad day, on a street that's fully crowded Come on a hole inside your chest, just for thinking it's rap And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats Chaka say I'm shot out, and I tend to agree So you should watch what you saying if it's intended for me So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walking And that Uzi get to talking like *Gun Sound* Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em Can the an and fuck 'em, damn 'em Press him, man him, scared him, teared him, kneed him up Bake him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up A-B-C-D-E-F shawty is you a G or what Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world I'm pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them bitches up like earl Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em I'm 38, hot with a pearl handle And I'm throwing techs like a NBA ref I got, all gold guns like they came from I-RAQ Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistols I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya And they ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'mma click Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil Fate And I'm waving choppers like heli-copters You gonna need hella doctors, when the glok go *Gun Sound* Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip those Tecs be quick 20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action flicks Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit Put a bullet in (in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click My pistol grip sound like this...now what Who want that they fucked, when I cock and load the cake, bust bust You all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up You all lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra We'll suit you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut My wrist rocky, like Sylvester Stallone So thurr for you should invest, in a vest for your dome Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing Peace to Nick, but my cannon go *Gun Sound* Fuck a medic, we gonna call yo ass a taxi cab Bleeding so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad So flip the script and tell your woman its your time of the month A.K. 47 for the niggas who's really looking for heaven and a 9 for you chumps Got killers in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group But I got bananas for you niggas and I ain't talking bout fruit I’ll peel your cap back with the black mac 'Til your back crack, cock the gat back like (clak clak clak) Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrows not on your calendar I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too long Ill leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is easy And my triggers are always talking about some squeeze me, squeeze me And for these fakers talking greasy, I'm starting the show My uzi got a drum roll, it goes *Gun Sound*",35,18,19,32,8,56,23,20,6,16,-0.9932
206,206,/songs/668,Ludacris,What's Your Fantasy?,https://genius.com/Ludacris-whats-your-fantasy-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/668,Incognegro,2000-09-12," Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now, give it to me now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, ""Ahh ahh,"" you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, ""Ahh ahh,"" you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the 50-yard line While the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree And if you like in the club, we can do it In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top, lick it don't stop Keep the door locked, don't knock while the boat rock We go-bots and robots, so they got to wait til the show stop Or how about on the beach with black sand? Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands That man Ludacris (woo!) in the public bathroom Or in back of the classroom How ever you want it, lover-lover gonna tap that ass soon See I cast 'em and I passed 'em Get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and outlast 'em And if ain't good then I trash 'em While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free And they tell me what they fantasy Like up on the roof, roof Tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me! I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, ""Ahh ahh,"" you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, ""Ahh ahh,"" you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna get you in the bath tub With the candles lit; you give it up 'til they go out Or we can do it on stage at the Ludacris concert 'Cause you know it got sold out! A red carpet dick it just roll out Go ahead and scream, you can't hold out We can do it in the pouring rain Running the train, when it's hot or when it's cold out How about in the library on top of books? But you can't be too loud! You wanna make a brother beg for it Give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud We can do it in the White House Try to make them turn the lights out Champagne with my campaign Let me do the damn thing What's my name, what's my name, what's my name? A sauna, jacuzzi, in the back row at the movie You can scratch my back and rule me You can push me and just pull me On hay in middle of the barn Rose petals on the silk sheets Eating fresh fruits, sweep your woman right off her feet I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, ""Ahh ahh,"" you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, ""Ahh ahh,"" you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up That's the way you like to fuck Clogged up, fog alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt Rough sex: make it hurt In the garden all in the dirt Roll around Georgia Brown: that's the way I like it, twerk Legs jerk, overworked Underpaid, but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade On the top of my Escalade Maybe your girl and my friend can trade Tag team, off the ropes! On the ocean or in the boat! Factories or one hundred spokes! What about up in the candy store? That chocolate, chocolate make it melt Whips and chains, handcuffs Smack a little booty up with my belt Scream ""help!"" Play my game! Dracula, man, I'll get my fangs Horseback and I'll get my reins School teacher, let me get my brains I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, ""Ahh ahh,"" you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, ""Ahh ahh,"" you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?",13,25,17,8,22,39,48,14,22,41,0.9971
207,207,/songs/29569,Ludacris,What Them Girls Like,https://genius.com/Ludacris-what-them-girls-like-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29569,Theater of the Mind,2008-08-07," Luda, SG, Chris Breezy (yup! It's me!) Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh (Darkchild) I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like I know what they feel 'cause I'm breathin' on they heels And it's me they wanna kill 'cause I give them what the girls like I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like I know what they feel 'cause I'm breathin' on they heels And it's me they wanna kill 'cause I give them what the girls like [Verse 1: Ludacris & Sean Garrett] (Hahaha, Luda!) Relax and take notes, while I put you up on game Get a sweeter connect then if I put you up on 'caine But you should grab yourself a seat and a whiskey double Because the girls of the world ain't nothin' but trouble They like a little danger and might not admit it (yeah) But they on for the chase and they want us to come and get it Plus they love a young thug that's overflowin' with swag And keeps his woman all draped in new Louis Vuitton bags (hey) And Louis Vuitton pumps, look at her walk to him (yeah) I like open toe straps, but SG talk to him I got a whole bunch of girls I'm tryna bring by the crib tonight (yeah) Better wear your cape 'cause the bringin' that kryptonite (okay) [Chorus: Chris Brown, Sean Garrett & (Ludacris)] I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like I know what they feel 'cause I'm breathin' on they heels And it's me they wanna kill 'cause I give them what the girls like I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like (I know what you like, baby) I know what they feel 'cause I'm breathin' on they heels And it's me they wanna kill 'cause I give them what the girls like (Yeah, we gon' take this to verse 2) Now some of them want a family, a sense of security (yeah) A necklace, bracelets and all other types of jewelry So shop 'til you drop, or 'til it makes you psychotic Here's a triple black card, it ain't trickin' if you got it (hey) Others will stay content if you just makin' 'em laugh Send 'em to the spa, get 'em massaged and bubble bathed So later on they can dance and throw a drink in they hand And try every and anythin' they never did with they man, me So get loose and slide off ya damn garments (hey) Show 'em who's the boss, they take orders from the sergeant There's places on your body that I'm just tryin' to find So in the sack, talk to me, tell me whats on your mind (woo!) An I got plenty more to learn if you's investin' in me (okay) They don't love for who I am but who I destined to be And for that, I'd give you everythin' up under the sun 'Cause in the end all the girls just wanna have fun [Chorus: Chris Brown, Sean Garrett & (Ludacris)] I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like I know what they feel 'cause I'm breathin' on they heels And it's me they wanna kill 'cause I give them what the girls like (I know what you feel, yeah) I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like I know what they feel 'cause I'm breathin' on they heels And it's me they wanna kill 'cause I give them what the girls like They wanna talk to ya, so shut up and listen (yeah) If you can't take the heat, then get the fuck out the kitchen 'Cause a ride or die man for his ride or die chick Gets that ride or die puddin' for that ride or die dick I say they wanna talk to ya, so shut up and listen (yeah) If you can't take the heat, then get the fuck out the kitchen 'Cause a ride or die man for his ride or die chick Gets that ride or die puddin' for that ride or die dick [Chorus: Chris Brown, Sean Garrett & (Ludacris)] I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like (hahaha, yeah) I know what they feel 'cause I'm breathin' on they heels And it's me they wanna kill 'cause I give them what the girls like (they wanna go on vacation and I know it, let's go) I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls I know, I know what them girls, I know, I know what them girls like I know what they feel 'cause I'm breathin' on they heels (yes) Hey (they want what they can't have) And it's me they wanna kill 'cause I give them what the girls like Yeah, yeah (haha, yeah) Women, I love you all, there's not enough time Believe that, if your man don't tell you how beautiful you are (hey, yeah) I'm lettin' you know right damn now, you are beautiful, baby Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh I love women so much, I have one Luda, Chris Breezy, this too easy Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh SG what up",4,7,3,18,16,32,27,18,4,8,-0.928
208,208,/songs/59239,Ludacris,What You Smokin On,https://genius.com/Ludacris-what-you-smokin-on-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/59239,1.21 Gigawatts: Back To the First Time,2011-11-15,"What you smokin on nigga, what you smokin on? What you smokin on bitch, what you smokin on? I get so.......high And fall off in the sky? I've fallen and I can't get up Somebody wake me up! So high that my eyelids low, feeling like I'm in a coma - better shake me up What you wanna do Luda? Shit, roll up Might as well. AK-47 to the head And we ain't dead, we just high as hell You may know about this weed, grass, marijuana Cannabis, sativa. You may call it cheeba Maybe reefer, Wiz Khalifa Smoking on White Moonshine or that Anthrax or that Blue Dream Spray a little cologne and my clothes smelling like Versace Blue Jeans Y'all smoking that huff weed, that dirt shit That ragamuff, I'm smoking on that home grown I pass out cause I done had enough! Or that Sour Diesel, that Northern Lights and that killer Cali You see me out up in Oahu, Honolulu, smoking that Maui Wowie Don't fret, y'all niggas need a better connect You need to get your status up Y'all smoke that stress, we smoke that shit That won the Cannabis Cup Now I'm higher than a satellite Eating everything like a parasite Now we in the streets looking for the baddest dyke To run a midnight train train like Gladys Knight I'm higher than the prices of petrol Higher than the balloon after you let go Cause I'm smoking that loud in a middle of a crowd And the loud is really louder than techno I got my weed card on the way to the store to get medicinal marijuana Luda! Study more Buddha than the Dalai Lama Grand Daddy Purp, Bubble Gum or the OG kush White Widow or the G-13, that Irene got your homies shook But that Jack Herer and the Headband got my homies wild And the Blueberry Yum Yum's that Fire!! Smokin' on something grown at home Sunken, blowin O's Nigga I'm from PGH but all my weed from Californ' Can't find the remote control: that's how you know I'm stoned All you do is call me, I got all the weed, the papers, bongs Brownies, trippy sticks and vaporizers, we could smoke a bowl All these niggas smoking weed around me: it's a smoke-a-thon Crowded and my whip is partly cloudy cause we smokin' strong You say you can smoke them joints; Probably cause you rolled it wrong My dollar's up, I'm getting em and I'm folding it I'm lighting em, I'm hitting em, I'm not holding it I'm passing em straight to Ludacris and he's smoking it Security and a nigga that own the bitch askin'",9,4,13,9,3,21,9,11,2,4,-0.6843
209,209,/songs/29544,Ludacris,Who Not Me,https://genius.com/Ludacris-who-not-me-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29544,The Red Light District,2004-12-07," Uhhuhh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin somethin And you think they talking bout you, you not quite sho' knahmsayin But it ain't no way they talking bout you Introducing the new members of Disturbing Tha Peace Small World - from Norfolk, Dolla Boi - from Playaz Circle Here we go what? Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me 3, 2, 1 - what's begun, is the start But bitch we be saying we ""we just getting started it since one"" Y'all been monitoring, pondering bout it How bout I pull it out and kapaowee, I'll heat 'em up as hot as Maui Big Small World, Norfolk is the gang, extended clip in the jeans Put 'em in a box like Bisquick I'm a laker wit clips, get 'em in the lake wit clips Truth is ya a clipper with clips ain't cha bitch I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you for looting dollars But you lootless and dollarless, fuck it I shot for Luda n Dolla I crash parties, blast with proposed toast I'mma have a problem like Scrap, if you blabbin like show hosts Muffle your damn lips, or there'll be mixtures of blood and dandruff If you don't get my damn drift Creep to ya grave and leak D.T. Piss This yo' highness at his least tempered Keep it pimpin' and watch I been having a bad day, the same ol shit We don't give a fuck about who you is The same ol clique, and the same ol biz The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip The same 4-4, with the same ol clip Half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get, bitch R.I.P. Rick James ""I'm rich beyotch!!"" You talkin' to much, nigga you a snitch bitch And we don't do it like that We do 3 quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack Unload 'em reload 'em, we back black And when dem gats letting off Red dots, loud noises like planes taking off Dolla Boi I got the game in a cross, make me bang at cha boss For dem things coming soft, nigga Oh, oh, oh, oh Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then it's dick I give her Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver Never back down, won't shake nor shiver Fuck with me and get found in the Chattahoochee river This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker But shotties to the body make him drop much quicker Yeah I appear to be a nice lil' nigga Fuck with anything I love, I'm a stone cold killer Eating off of 'Sace, sleeping on chinchilla 8 figga nigga, I'm a multi milla See me in the street, it can't get no realer Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla My neighbors say my house can't get no bigga I do good ass bidness, with a bad ass temper Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper Or I'll ""brrrrr-stick her, ha ha-ha stick her!"" ",28,8,14,22,5,40,18,19,6,10,-0.9977
210,210,/songs/29570,Ludacris,Wish You Would,https://genius.com/Ludacris-wish-you-would-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29570,Theater of the Mind,2008-09-02," + (T.I.) (Here we go!) Surprise nigga (hahaaaa!) It was bound to happen sooner or later (Hahahahaha) (They ain't ready for this) History has been made; ATL, yeaaaaaah... + (T.I.) + {Woman} Cause I got {big bank}, all these haters wanna grill me (But fuck that I'm about my money if it kills me) {Yeeeah baby!} (And I'm up to no good) Ayyy I wish a motherfucker would THIS THA A-TOWN, COME INTO MY HOOD Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would HOUSTON, DALLAS COME INTO THEY HOOD Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would I keep a fresh pair of Ones on my feet And double deuces on the Chevy 3's company, the double 4's on my belly 5 hot amps speakers shake like jelly So many wires in my trunk look like a bowl of spaghetti Assault and batteries, but my trunk stay ""Ever-ready"" Assault and battery if you scared you never ready And yeah I went green, and 26's on the hybrid Smoked so much green that I can't open up my eyelids Wake up in London, go to sleep on Atlanta time Still my paint got more candy then your valentine For five mill, I bought a lake front crib Bentley Car cover lookin' like a laced-front wig Of course they hating cause they still riding the MARTA train Re-name the yacht but put the plane in my daughters name Now that's Karma, so call me Daddy Warbucks If you got money, I got more bucks + (T.I.) + {Woman} Cause I got {big bank}, all these haters wanna grill me (But fuck that I'm about my money if it kills me) {Yeeeah baby!} (And I'm up to no good) Ayyy I wish a motherfucker would NEW YORK & JERSEY COME INTO THEY HOOD Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would L.A. & THE BAY COME INTO THEY HOOD Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would LUDA! I'm a freak like a scorpio Custom hood scoops make the coupe look like Pinocchio I'm rich bitch, I should drop cash The inside of the Lac' look like a wood shop class And these women gimme love like it's tennis time So many shoes that my closet look like finish line So many acres that my crib look like Bermuda So many diamonds, the safe look like Kay Jewelers That Spider about to drop, my team said, ""Luda get it!"" Now 50 thou says that I'm the first nigga with it First round draft pick, later for you imbeciles The car is all black like it got traded to the Timberwolves And I keep a little bit of that green up in the lining But as the weather change, my weed adjust to different climates (Okaaay) Green in the summer time, orange in the spring Now it's black with that purp I call my whip the ""Sac Kings"" + (T.I.) + {Woman} Cause I got {big bank}, all these haters wanna grill me (But fuck that I'm about my money if it kills me) {Yeeeah baby!} (And I'm up to no good) Ayyy I wish a motherfucker would CHI-TOWN AND DETROIT, COME INTO THEY HOOD Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would D.C AND B-MORE, COME INTO THEY HOOD Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would [Verse 3: T.I.] I'm fly enough to fly away, trouble I don't shy away From it, I annihilate suckers in they driveway In church on Sunday morning prayin' 'bout what happened Friday But them the consequences for coming at pimpin' sideways Nowadays guess it pays to change In cahoots with corporations, making major change With magnificent watches and amazing chains Plush pad in Atlanta and L.A.'s the same I'm balling til I'm bored with selections and assortments Of automotives worth a small fortune, of course it's The '72 Chevelle hardtop, '69 drop 60 karat piece; you can barely pay your lease, peep! Dude wanna talk new school tell him go ahead Drop-head double R-Maybachs and corner sales Swag out the ass, stack cash to the hairline Fuck another car, it's time to try and buy a airline + (T.I.) + {Woman} Cause I got {big bank}, all these haters wanna grill me (But fuck that I'm about my money if it kills me) {Yeeeah baby!} (And I'm up to no good) Ayyy I wish a motherfucker would MIAMI TO ALABAMA, COME INTO THEY HOOD Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would PHILLY TO BOSTON, COME INTO THEY HOOD Ayyyy I wish a motherfucker would [Outro: Ludacris - chopped and screwed] ST. LOUIS TO TENNESSEE, COME INTO THEY HOOD PHOENIX TO V.A., COME INTO THEY HOOD OHIO AND INDIANA, COME INTO THEY HOOD MISSISSIPPI AND CAROLINAS, COME INTO THEY HOOD DUVAL AND LITTLE ROCK, COME INTO THEY HOOD OKLAHOMA TO LOUISIANA, COME INTO THEY HOOD KANSAS CITY TO SEATTLE, COME INTO THEY HOOD MINNEAPOLIS TO MILWALKEE, COME INTO THEY HOOOOOOD",35,28,18,33,29,36,42,7,14,30,-0.9984
211,211,/songs/29549,Ludacris,Woozy,https://genius.com/Ludacris-woozy-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/29549,Release Therapy,2007-02-12," Woo!, Kel, 'Cris And clubbin on some smooth shhh... Ludacris can't hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Seeecrets And your body I won't misguide mistreat or misleeeeead it Hate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut it Number one shaker, like Vick's vapor I wanna fuckin ruuuuuub it Louisville slug it hit em with a right left, its goooooone Tell every last one of ya girls how good it was and its gone be onnnnnn Soul Train, wood grain, from me No pain, no gain, its so plain to see They be like ""I've been feelin kind of stressed can you blow my back out?"" And I'm like ""Yea but don't trip if I happen to yank a track out"" When I get done its smooth sailin once I pull that 'Lac out Next destination I move forward like Jerry Stackhouse And 1, have fun, when you chillin with Ludi Slow grind and slow jams while I'm feelin yo booty We'll hold hand and hold times when I'm up in that coochie You so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy Got you feelin woozy baby (baby) And that's how's it gonna be when I take you from the club to the crib On dubs and I get you in the bed with me (in the bed with me) Your so pretty and so sweaty and so sexy and so ready Girl I'm surprised you this naaasty But its cool cuz I always wanted to go down on a girl that reminds me of me (yup) So get upstairs, get yo clothes off and get them sexy legs in a 'V' (yup) Your vision blurry as if you were seeing two of me (two of me) You so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy Being with YOU, make me feel like I just hit the lotto Other girls I give 'em a shoulder colder than Chicago But in ya center I heat it up in the morning like Alonzo And I'd get it, I'd bit it, I'd split it, I'd hit it up in a Tahoe Bravo, make make make it clap I'd break break break ya back Then tuck tuck tuck you in so you can take take take a nap Then back to makin dividends I'm in the wind Somewhere hot, I stay on islands longer than Gilligan Sippin on a pina colada, little mama I'mma make ya holla How does it sounds when you makin love on a million dooooollars I can only imagine lets make it real baaaaaby Like D'Angelo ""How does it feel"" baaaaaby I know I talk a lot shit but I can back it up (up up) Like BBD flip it, rub it down, smack it up (up up) You so bad when you call me for duty You so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy Don't get caught up in the gossip, them chicks is jockin girl They just jealous, everybody hates when Cris is rockin ya world Hey girl, hey friend, how you doing, where you been Enough of that talkin, lets begin, break it in, shake and spin Take it in, say amen then I'll make you say goodness graciouuuus Look me in the eye and make them nasty faaaaaaaces I'm so glad that your body's so juicy You so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy Giiiirl, said your body is what I want (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy) I'll be making you scream and mooooan (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy) Girl lets get on up out this club (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy) Oooh get you to my hoooome",13,13,8,8,16,17,27,6,10,12,0.9912
212,212,/songs/6093,Ludacris,Word of Mouf (Freestyle),https://genius.com/Ludacris-word-of-mouf-freestyle-lyrics,http://api.genius.com/songs/6093,Word of Mouf,2001-11-27," Yea-uh, here we go here we go here we go Talk about that Word of Mouf baby Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go Ludacris, 4-Ize, D.E. what you want now now now now Check it! You see I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquor And women that are real life scratch'n'sniff stickers I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for your health See I ain't gotta say shit, money speaks for itself With all models I make I'm great like five lakes You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my skates You rolling on dubs, I roll right into clubs Dirty as home with more rings than ya tub You think it's all practical jokes and big bloopers But I smack bitches with no titties that work at Hooters Just get a couple of girls that shaking they thangs Then I put 'em on camera and cut two frames With some gasoline drawers I'll be going to Hell Ludacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of jail I got Junkyard Dogs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper And my baby's assed out, cause I rub my cars with her diapers So you can pray for now if you sinned in the past ""Word of Mouf,"" time to wipe that silly grin off yo' ass [Verse 2: 4-Ize] These rap cats is soft like R&B singers It's 4-Ize, I've worked for wings and chicken fingers I reps mo' parts so Chi-Town could get seen I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean I rip meanface niggas one by one Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come Instead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from woodworking The black Hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurking Creepin, I'm in the shadows, the nightshade You want the tail in the back or, a light fade? Cause Tony Scissorhands is the barber, the butcher I kill ya smoke a blunt and forget where I put ya I'm Soopafly like Snuka, I smack hoes The black rolls with the dozen attack flows I rock Shaq's clothes when I Alter Beast Power up, get big, it's Disturbin' Tha Peace",16,5,10,16,9,27,17,8,5,10,-0.9664