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1. _ Roll Out
Roll out! (repeat 6x) Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! (Chorus - "roll out!" in background) I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Twin glock .40s, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it? Where'd you get that matchin Benz with them windows tinted? Who them girls you be with when you be ridin through? Man I ain't got nothin to prove, I paid my dues Breakin the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin 'em, whewwwww! Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good? You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood? What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in that BAG? A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me (Chorus) Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it? That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did you spend it? You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got money to the ceiling And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin The better I'm feelin, the more that I'm chillin Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coast meals? Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels What in the world is in that ROOM, what you got in that ROOM? A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives Now it's time to choose (Chorus) Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted? Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted? Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch? You take a pick, while I'm rubbin the hips, touchin lips to the top of the dick 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 (Chorus) 1/2x Get out my business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass, ah 'Cause these bitches all up in my shit and it's my business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass, 'cause it's mine, oh mine My business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass 'Cause these bitches all up in my shit.......(fade) more free lyrics |
2. _ Welcome to Atlanta
[Ludacris] Yeah Welcome to Atlanta, jackin hammers and vogues Back to the mackin and jackin the clothes, adolescent packin a fo' A knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to know The one with the flow - who did it?, it was me I suppose J-D in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme Skatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean I split ya splean, as a matter of fact I split ya team No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams I'm allergic to doc' prescribed antihistamines Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork Only silverware I needs a steak knife and a fork Did you forget your fuckin manners, I'm +Bruce+ with +Banners+ Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon The wooly mammoth sabretooth, bitch bite your tongue I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus So I stripped them off the wall Waitin for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin 'em up In fact I'm slappin 'em up, Cadallac'n the truck I can't loose with twenty-two, bitch that's what's up Runnin in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aquaduct Chil-li-li-li-li-n.. fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what? [Jermaine Dupri] Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo [Chorus: J.D. followed by Ludacris] Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin [Jermaine Dupri] Yo, uhh Now the party don't start 'til I walk in And I usually don't leave until the thang ends But in the meantime, in between time You work yo' thing, I'll work mine I been puttin it down here since eighty-three Since the Lake Show/MD rivalry When +Frozen Paradise+ was the place to be If you was ridin, you was bumpin to homie Shy-D I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor Monday night, +Gentlemen's Club+ Tuesday night, I'm up in the +Velvet Room+, gettin fucked up Wednesday, I'm at +Strokers+ on lean Thursday, +Jump Clean+, then I fall up in +Kream+ Friday, +Shark Bar+, +Kaya+ with Frank Ski Right on the flo' is where you can find me Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy You can find me up in +One-Tweezy+ Sunday, is when I get my sleep in Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla! [Jermaine Dupri] Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo [Chorus] - repeat 2X more free lyrics |
3. _ Cold Outside
[Ludacris] [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 nigger it's more folks than you Pick 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 ??? And 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 Goddammit 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] more free lyrics |
4. _ Growing Pains
[Fate Wilson] Okay, I remember the days High Rise, Lil Lefts, Even Stevens and Faze Troops Lotto and BK's those was the days High tech boots spray paintin' wit'cha name T-shirts airbrushed that read the same They carryin Bone's chain One gone but yo we miss ya' Harris photos school shots can you remember Bury him told his bitch go to the perm and die Didnt lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5 When she disobeyed hand off clated craze Just to reiterate dog those was the days Fo' da invasions of hatas I aint cool to mile around Use to get down at True Flavas bumpin Key Lo Walkin' damage cross colored and Paco While play more step than talent shows Prom nights tux and cane know its so cool Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school) [Chorus - Keon Bryce] We was runnin so hard Hard to survive Cause eventhough we were young We had to stay strong No matter what we went through It was me and my crew And thats how we win When we were kids [Fate Wilson] In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown Hamwood and Diplomats Played with Transformers, G.I. Joe's and Thundercats We was lovin' that Before to started jackin jacks For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through Collis Park after dark Crown Victorias police armored cars Be aware...wang wiggas was out there But we didnt care kids was gettin' stabbed and ditched out there To busy playin'...Double Dare You touched shorty on the ass that's a bet Want ya Kool-Aid and sugar smack ya hands and say sweat It's mine now place it in my Louie Vaton pouch Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch Slout socks box Chevy Caprice Hot knees cut da holes Disturbing Tha Peace Wit no conscience broke niggas call em nonsense No com-mission little faded payin' homage [Chorus - Keon Bryce] We was runnin so hard Hard to survive Cause eventhough we were young We had to stay strong No matter what we went through It was me and my crew And thats how we win When we were kids [Ludacris] I had a Long John but no Silver No gold or plat I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back With 2 sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches And set fires in garbage pales and cabbage patches A child of the corn been wild since I was born Climbin' over barb wire clothes got torn Shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy Wherever I go they went they my buddy I brush teef brush naps and cause treats Dreamin' of Cadillac with 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 'buse the people makin all that gotdamn noise [Chorus - Keon Bryce (x2)] We was runnin so hard Hard to survive Cause eventhough we were young We had to stay strong No matter what we went through It was me and my crew And thats how we win When we were kids more free lyrics |
5. _ Area Codes
[Nate Dogg] [chorus] I've got hoes I've got hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes) hoes, hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes) [Ludacris] Now you thought I was just 7-7-0 And 4-0-4, I'm worldwide bitch, act like yall don't know It's the abominabol "O" man Globe-trot international post man Neighbor-dick dope man 7-1-8s, 2-0-2's I send small cities and states I-O-U's 9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5 I'll jump off the d-4, we can meet outside So control your hormones and keep your drawers on 'Til I close the door and I'm jumping your bone 3-1-2, 3-1-3, 2-1-5, 8-0-3 Read your hor-o-scope and eat some hor-derves Ten I pump one these hoes is self serve 7-5-7, 4-1-0, my cell phone says overload [chorus] [Ludacris] Now everyday is a hol-i-day So stop the violence and put the 4-4 away, keeps you to hold today 5-0-4, 9-7-2 7-1-3, whatcha gon do You checkin up the scene, I'm checkin a ho tonight With perpendicular vehicular homicide 3-1-4, 2-0-1 Too much green, too much fun I bang cock in Bangkok Can't stop, I turn and hit the same spot Think not, I'm the thrilla in Manilla, Schlong in Hong Kong Pimp em like vision, magic Don Juan Man after Henny with a coke and a smile I just pick up the muthafuckin phone and dial I got my condoms in a big-ass-sack I'm slaggin this dick like a New Jack, biatch [Nate Dogg] Is it cuz they like my gangsta walk? Is it cuz they like my gangsta talk? Is it cuz they like my handsome face? Is it cuz they like my gangsta ways? Whatever it is, they love it And they just won't let me be I handle my biz, don't rush me Just relax and let me be free Whenever I call, come running 2-1-2 or 2-1-3 You know that I ball, stop frontin 'For I call on something to free [chorus] [Ludacris] 9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4 Shout out to the 2-0-6 Everybody in the 8-0-8 2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-4 3-1-7, 2-1-4, 2-8-1 3-3-4, 2-0-5, I see ya 3-1-8, 6-0-1, 2-0-3 8-0-4, 4-0-2, 3-0-1 9-0-4, 4-0-7, 8-5-0 7-0-8, 5-0-2 And different area codes.. more free lyrics |
6. _ Cry Babies (Oh No)
[Chorus: Ludacris - repeat 2X] (Oh No!) I caught him with a blow to the chest (Oh No!) My hollow put a hole in his vest (Oh No!) I'm bout to send two to his dome (Oh No!) Cry babies go home! [Verse One: Ludacris] I got people scared as FUCK like when condoms break Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight You frostin' like a flake and Ludacris feels grrreat! Who want come face me, face come want who? And women give me face until they're face turns blue They can't breathe, dick to mouth recessatation A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations I Playstations, 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 [Chorus] [Verse Two: Ludacris] 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 perferct 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 tale 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 servey says? (Kill a mutha fucka now) Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a mutha fucka down) Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth [Chorus] [Verse Three: Ludacris] 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 maggots in brauds and sticking 'em And you'll be at home picking your bougars 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 [Chorus - 2X] more free lyrics |
7. _ Word Of Mouf (Freestyle)
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 [Ludacris] 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 ya 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 rollin on dubs, I roll right into clubs Dirtiest 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 shakin they thangs Then I, put 'em on camera and cut two frames With some gasoline drawers I'll be goin to hell Ludacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of jail! I got junkyard dawgs, 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 [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 niggaz 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 woodworkin The black Hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkin 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 rose with the dozen attack flows I rock Shaq's clothes when I alter beast Power up, get big, it's Disturbin' Tha Peace [ad libs to end] more free lyrics |
8. _ Coming 2 America
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! [Ludacris] These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn! They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty; what I'm 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet 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! [Ludacris] 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-skinteted 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 (?) 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? [Ludacris] 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 Come 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 niggaz 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 niggaz at. When you're goin down that ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you get to the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz at! Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga. more free lyrics |
9. _ Keep It On The Hush
[Preacher] sister, mother so glad to see you so glad your parol came through 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 leave at one twelve smellin like booty, and hennessee, come on cabasille double shots, ha-hah, it dont matter! [Chorus] Keep it on the hush, dont say nothing Aint gone be no talking, while I'm doing my thang Keep it on the hush, dont say nothing Aint gone be no talking, while I'm doing my thang [Ludacris] I'm loving the way your legs go so far back, your one of those flexible girls I figure your daddy always said you was one of the best in this world But never the less in this world, I'm just proffesional girl I teach 'em a lesson, have 'em stressin and confessin the girl 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 cant hide it I'm trying to do my thang, but you gotta be quiet [Chorus] [Ludacris] 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 to think you can match what I can do best So if ya man call, tell him to put some hair on his chest But he dont even have to know, we keepin it on the low You walking it like a dog, and stay working it like a pro, so.. [Chorus] [Ludacris] I'mma taste ya neck, and begin to nibble around your earlobes Down to your belly button, then im 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.. [Chorus - repeat til fade] [Preacher] 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 more free lyrics |
10. _ Freaky Thangs
It's two a.m. in the morning and it 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 Phazon Love and uhh, I love hoes. I just don't pay 'em! [Hook: Jagged Edge] 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 [Ludacris] 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 niggaz never listen but I told 'em When I catch you at the game runnin game at the A.U.C. that later on we'd be bonin Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back that No wonder why you wakin up up swollen [Twista] 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. Magillicuddy, chasin booty sucker silly puddy Killin for money, still a thug get bump; from some pokin and locomotion hittin bunnies, for threesome getcha buddy When I'm feelin scummy I love to cut [Ludacris] Tan 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 k-k-k-k [Hook] [Twista] 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 flo' 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 [Ludacris] 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 Chev-e-rolet 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 So it's must, stay "Adrenaline Rush" Wonderin why they don't be bustin the same [Twista] 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 a stab by the way that she walk 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 befo' I tap it I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that k-k-k-k [Hook] [Ludacris] 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 [Twista] 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 up through the hideout with Twist' But after we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together because now you gots to ride out - bitch! [Ludacris] 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 yo' fantasies In yo 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 k-k-k-k [Hook] [Jagged Edge - repeat 2X] 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, Appalonia, 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 storm trooper 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? more free lyrics |
11. _ Go 2 Sleep
[Hook 3x] GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep, GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep IF YOU'RE TIRED BE QUIET AND GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep [Ludacris] Maaan, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (go to sleep) They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep 'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense Read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent Then about where your time spent Mess around get your guys hit; a ten HUUUT! I send Three-Six ol' sheeyit, nigga WHAAAT? If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or hell you would [Infamous 2-0] Nigga I got shotty's and semi's - I love 'dro and Henne' ? All brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many I got QP's and halves - if we beefin' I blast You sleepin' I laugh, ask 'Cris, I'm off the rip I had this hoe who talked too much; I had to off the bitch 2-0, Mr. Crayola; niggas know what I mean 'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green And all you faggot-muthafuckas gotta know the routine [Hook 4x] [Crunchy Black] Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors I look for div-idends - I ain't lookin' for you hoes You bitch can't com-prehend; let me put one in your boot Let me put one in your boat, so you ? can go to sleep So, lay down bitch; gimme all that you dreamed for Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boi It don't mean a thing, boi, for me that ain't gon' swing, boi Them god damn toys; do you know what I mean, boi? [DJ Paul] 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 [Hook 4x] [Juicy J] 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 A-T-L Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "Fuck you hoe!" Nigga rollin' up the moe, as long that white shit up they nose Mayn 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 [Lil' Fate] 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 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 [Hook 4x] more free lyrics |
12. _ Roll Out (my Business)
Roll out!
[repeat 6x]
Roll out! roll out! roll out! roll out!
[chorus - "roll out!" in background]
I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that matchin benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin through?
Man i ain't got nothin to prove, i paid my dues
Breakin the rules, i shake fools while i'm takin 'em, whewwwww!
Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good?
You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?
What in the world is in that bag, what you got in that bag?
A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me
[chorus]
Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it?
That's eighty-thousand bucks gone, where in the fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin
The better i'm feelin, the more that i'm chillin
Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin
Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coast meals?
Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels
What in the world is in that room, what you got in that room?
A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives
Now it's time to choose
[chorus]
Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while i'm rubbin the hips, touchin lips to the top of the dick
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
[(chorus) 1/2x]
Get out my business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, ah
'cause these bitches all up in my shit and it's my business,
My biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, 'cause it's mine, oh mine
My business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass
'cause these bitches all up in my shit.......[fade]
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