1.U Got A Problem
Chorus：
Y ll got a problem come see me
Verse 1：
I be that Nigga named Luda
Alert, Alert
It the Atlien intruder
Collage Park water bay spit in the ca cooler
I Jam till they Def
They call me Slick Dick the rula
Women indeed
Keep your eyes closed
Bold flows
C on out them clothes hoes
Low pros low blows
Watch out for them Po Po
And I chose to be that number 1 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 finger
Call me golden glide
It you and I
Do or die
Who am I
I got a pocket full of family stones
Cats think I sly
Why try
You one of those niggas that like to cheat death
And I one of them niggas that rip out
Exersions until there are no seats left
You shit and wheat chex
And fart out deep breaths
While we toss darts at the bottom of y ll V-necks
(Chorus)
Verse 2：
I be that nigga Bronze Bridges
Playas wanna ball but go on strike
Cause of my pitches
They think I want they bitches
But I don want no pigeons
Yet pigeons can scrub my dishes
And y ll don want no scrubs
Until y'all pullout ya extensions
Y ll in school detention and never come out
Man I l cut your Achilles tenden and put a sock in yo mouth
Cause we the shit in the south
Fate know what I talking about
Ya see we Jack and we Daniel
Y ll Earl and Ralph
Four eyes twirl it out
Lick it dry it send it to flames
Not even Joshua can come to war wit these games
These bitch niggas is lame
And coming down wit the rain
You all wet behind the ears but its
A drought in your brain.
And that just simply and plain main
Three W dot shh
Man that dude Luda got some hot shh
Man shut the fuck up
Before you get cut the fuck up
(Chorus)
Verse 3：
I be that nigga that lova lova
I 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 l be safe wit a few rubbers
If you know what I mean
Not everybody Mr. and Mrs. Clean
Some get burned like Freddie Cruggers
Sweat dreams
Girls backing they ass up
Now they 400 Degrees ha
Hot girl
Tryin to give it to niggas up on the block girl
Have you screaming stop girl
I rock worlds
Wit my nine-inch Louisville slugger
Still wonder why they call me Lover Lover
Self explainectorian
Ass valedictorian
I bring them back to the future like a 85 Delorian
The Luda drug Emporian
On the counter descriptions
You like my Diction
And my doctor nurse conventions
Place the stethascope real close to your tittie
And have your butt cheeks Redman
Like Uncle Quilly
(Chorus)
2.Game Got Switched
Chorus：
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 ll can suck my dick
Verse 1：
I got em whip like miracle
Ludacris lyrical fool
We dirty south
Shut up yo mouth
We rock jewels
No holds barred
But obey the block rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anymore like ya
Hell nah
I treat humans like students
Fail y ll
So turn your books to page 69 and start sucking
When organize drop the track and start ducking
When Ludacris get in the bed then start fucking
You wanna be starting somethin
Get out the booth and let me tell y ll the truth
We kick down doors
Save all the h20 for front rows
Live in the bank and watch what stank hoes
Stay chromed out
And that on or off road
If you know what I mean
Proceed to stay clean
Light skinned nigga turned red but get green
Inhale some of that dro but blow steam
Love a combination big ass and tight jeans
(Chorus)
Verse 2：
Boy you done lost yo mind
Nah I lost my virginity
And I shot quick like that fool that shot Kennedy
What the remedy
Henessy coke
If you cut all yo money you still be half broke
Ashes to ashes
Smoke or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get choked
Take me for a fool I l take you for a joke
Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope
So now we eating lobster shrimp and thangs
And watch for imposters that been in the game
We invented the game
And y ll just got hipped
Man what that smell
Probably you e upper lip
Cause I love to walk around like my shit don stank
Even if its cigars in that purple colored dank
Filling in the Gump wit no track of Tom Hanks
Go put this in your jaw like weeners and beef franks
(Chorus)
Verse 3：
I put too much sugar in my Kool Aid
And party like a kid wit a high top fade
Arrive to a show and I like to get paid
Arrive to a ho and I like to get laid
Right up on my back like rugs and floor mats
I on the right page but what my format
I wave to the ocean cause I where shores at
And women go nuts just like my bosack
Did you know that
Man I the gift of change
Electric stove so give me the keys to the Range
Shagadelic beautiful but strange
Went to Magic City saw Nikki in blew flames
Rearrange
Same braud different night
Pass the E＆J and let a nigga get right
The bomb threaten？dude that on your same flight
The highlights that I live a high ass life
(Chorus)
3.1St＆10
Verse 1：
I started wit 10 Mack 10
10 clips and 10 peers
Got 10 times richer in the span of 10 years
Bitch I 10 times 2 on a scale from 1 to 10
I l battle 10 crews wit the strength of 10 men
At 9 I was into crime sex and drugs pushing an
89 box Chevy sittin on dubs
9 thugs all ski mask black suited wit gloves
Ready to imprint yo chest wit at least 9 slugs
Man I ate 8 clips wit 8 tricks
Watching 8 flicks
You 86 if you ate pussy wit fake lips
I figure 8 when my mind goes in circles
Did I do that or was it Mystikal and Erkel
Or the 7 AK 47 so what
I got 7 seven hoes stopping by at 7 to fuck
They l put 7 in your chest 7 days a week
And add a foot for good measure
You l be seven feet deep
Chorus：
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 start the fucking game until you settle the score
Verse 2：
I got six hoes distributing on six blocks
That blistering from cops trying to stop
These rock from distributing
Six gunshots left I a pine box for his picture hit
It street justice now it six holes in yo casket
Get me a high 5 and I l put the nine lower than your esophagus
And smack you so hard that you have to come wit 2 pacalyps
5 stars 20 rims
5 cars
I add more but I had to subtract one from 5 bars
I got 4 44 on the rip on the floor
For you niggas talking shit
I finna show you what for
I did 4 month in the bing instead of a hurst
Now it DPT for life nigga
4 better or worse
I fucked 3 best friends ran all three the same game
In these streets I all murder
I get three and alias names
I three times insane
3 shots a cave yo brain on 3 fire when ready
cock back and aim
(Chorus)
Verse 3：
I packing 2 22 and twice the ammunition
On at Friday the 13th what up now superstition
I a 2 timer wit a couple of twins
Double Jeopardy
Wit a pair of 2 deuces in a 2 seater Benz
I got motto get dough till you go
I got one main lady the rest of y ll is Hoes
I numero uno wit one more before I go
If you think I ain the one bitch you too slow
And all you zero ass nigga ain nothing to me
Because I chop up O move dro and chop keys
06 is my click along wit PC
Pretty Rick, Kalill, V-slim and Shawn Dree
(Chorus)
4.What's Your Fantasy
(Hook)
I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor
And I wanna
Ah Ah
You make it so good I don want to leave
But I got to know what your fantasy
I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor
And I wanna
Ah Ah
You make it so good I don want to leave
But I got to know what your fantasy
(Verse 1)
You know what I need
Somebody who can come and lick the clit
And a nigga who ain thinking about a Trina LP
And I l bet who gonna get my shit
Who can go from a fly S Jetta
To a coupe Deville
Hotel telly ho or the Beverly Hills
A real nigga not the regular meals
Coming straight in make me shoot to kill
From the kitchen you can moon me
To the Jacuzzi and knock the booty
Come and do your duty
Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie
Butt naked in the bed
Cash
Make ya studda when you bang my ass
Damn baby let my ride
Shit thing of the past
Bye bye
Cause I a bad bitch
And I up to this
Having sex in private jets
Menage e trois
Getting buck wild no matter where we are
Indy 500 in the back of the car
In a dark ass tunnel
In the back of the bar
Never walk never ever wanna leave
Work wit me like the league over seas
I want a man to fulfill my needs
Keep my body trimblin
And buckle my knees
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
I wanna do it in a Canopy
I wanna do it where your girl gonna see it
And get mad at me
I wanna nigga that a grab the wheeve
And turn my eyes Chinese
Tell me baby can you handle me
I wanna do it all in ya mouth
Fenna pull the ass out
Make ya bounce til you pass out
Or we could cut up in the grass
And give the neighbors a flash
Can you tell me who the bad muthafucka now
Said I wanna take, take, take, take a nigga back to the crib
And I wanna do all the things, do all the things that I never
did
Like on the top, top, top, top of the projects getting head
Or you can find me in the drop, drop, drop, drop on dubs
In the candy red
I like a nigga when he faced down mouth wide
Polo down wit them blades on the ride
Keeping a pound wit them K on the side
But it O.K.
We gon break somethin tonight
Ohh see get on your knees and I l show you
What my fantasy
Like up in the coupe coupe
Tell yo bitch she ain got to be mad at me
(Hook)
I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor
And I wanna
Ah Ah
You make it so good I don want to leave
But I got to know what your fantasy
You gotta lick me from my ass to my clit
And you gotta suck the pussy while I sit on ya dick
And I wanna talk some shit while I feel it get stiff
Rubba dub up on my tits
While I nut on your lips
(Verse 3)
I a B.K. bitch
Love to ride dick
Ass in his face
Cock spread out
Nigga uptown
Nigga down south
Same ol shit
Bust in his mouth
F.O.X. call me rough sex
Like it when a bitch get right on a X
Get it
Right on X
Fuck em check
Right to the next
Bitches go right
Fox right to the left
Nigga can fuck
Burner on his chest
36 D
Prada on the breast fast
Send em home Na NA on the breath
Three mil still B.K. to the death
Still pose naked
Still specialize on sittin on niggaz faces
Pop magnums by the cases (X5)
Bitch still spend big faces
Big round brown hold first places
You know what you can do nigga
You could lick me from my ass to my clit
And ruba dub up on my tits
While I nut on your lips
(Hook)
(Verse 4)
I wanna get you in the bedroom all alone
While your boyfriend is on the phone
Hold ya mouth and he can here ya moan
Tell ya man that his girl is grown
Kitchen counter
Neighbors look
This the way she like to cook
Blind fold hot sauce
I gonna knock them socks off
College dorm
Sneak in
Fly em out for the weekend
College park after dark
It a whole lot of freakin
Elevator
Man stop that shit
Range Rover
Man drop that shit
Dressing room man block that shit
Head board
Man knock that shit
Me and Trina in the Beamer
We got the Karma Sutra
Dame？cocha
Y no me diga
Que no Te gusta
It not what they use to
As Shanna Shanna
Make it wet
Ludacris and I l make em sweat
Then I l pass em a cigarette
(Hook)
5.Come On Over
Girl we minus well see what up wit them niggas
Hello
Hello
Yeah; oh, oh what up
This 20 this 20
Oh okay yeah yeah
Yeah yeah so what up man
So what up y ll going to come thru or not
Yeah we going to come thru there
Alright that a bet
Let me go on and tell you how to get here
You ready
Yeah
O.k. you go shit
Let me let Chris tell you hold on
Hello
Yeah
Yeah o.k. you go 85 south
Okay
You get off on old national highway
Make a left
You going to come all the way down till you get to Creal road
Make a right on Creal
Okay
Then you just going to keep coming down
You going to see this big ass white Mansion on the right hand
side
Word
Hell yeah
It 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 thru
the window is that kool
What the fuck hell no nigga
6.Hood Stuck
Chorus：
Eastside, Eastside nigga what
Westside, Westside nigga what
Northside Northside nigga what
Southside, Southside nigga what
Verse 1：
Goodluck time to get hoodstuck
Cultersack trapped Mr. Goodstuff
Ludacris give me 20 pushups
Last summer got the hook up
You know what I did
Who ever thought they grew up I one of the
Babe kids
Diaper rash still on my ass
And fiending for cash
Almost got signed wit Puff Puff
But I think I l pass
Now what we call this around here is some
Twenty twin twin
And what up in my hand is a bottle of gin
I love women so I in it to win
In it to grin
In it to get in it and get in it again
You got 2 booty so you wiping your chin
And I don blame you
I lay in the sand
And y ll lay in snow and make angels
My ice piece dangles and makes my chest look older
Touch it and fall apart like your high school folder
I a Trojan man
BHS hall supplier
Shady park resident and Southside ryder
(Chorus)
Verse 2：
Get back
Time to get hood jacked
Gold chain took that
World of ghetto fabulous dope boys and hood rats
Be careful what you look at
You looking to long
You might go blind in my briefs cause
My dick is too long
I getting neck while I singing this song
And it enough for everybody in the party
While ya hitting the bong
But y ll be hitting my shlong
You play the flute quite nicely
When teeth interrupt you can watch
As I get feisty
Oh no
You suck again request back up
Broads I seem to rack up
When I pull the gold c up
Get slapped up drove up the wall
Put in reverse
You could hope for the best but expect the worse
You out of place like some D on a Hurst
It quite funny
Fat Rabbit play boy bunny
It seems as if that what I need
Filthy South indeed
That why I rose from the Southside Breed
Give it to me now
(Chorus)
Verse 3：
Good picktime to get hook sick
Hit em wit a good lick
Clean out yo house from the couch to the toothpick
Eastside ruthless
Westside leave them clueless
My northside nackers got these broads acting foolish
And do this for a living while you stuck up in
Your cubical
Nightlife running these streets it sounds beautiful
Women break they cuticles
Ballers break bread
Southside I l represent it until I dead
(Chorus)
7.Get Off Me
Chorus：
Get off me
But I on you all day
Get off me
I don think you wanna play
Verse 1：
You wanna rush me
You cant touch me trust me
Cause you way too dusty and rusty and musty
Just hold this shop up I ma make you pop up and lock up
Betta tell your friend to hold your jock up
You back up
You back up I？ ready so sit down or go to your room
It ain nothing
A watch out boom
Call me the hitman cause I l make you
Wanna call time out
Then I l 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 send you on home to your maker
You should give up now for talking shit like that
Brother your nothing, your garbage better watch your back
(Chorus)
Verse 2：
OK now it the pastor jookin m
Showin my moves
Up in that 2000 Excursion riding on 22
I hear the boo
But boo just get me more crunk
DSGB forever
We riding on punks
I thunk oh did I say thunk I meant thank
I think I l take the bleezo and another cup to drank
You ain but you can pretend to be homie
I stiff arming this busters just as soon as
They got on me
(Chorus)
8.Mouthing Off
Verse 1：
I make niggas eat dirt and fart dust
Then give you an 80-dollar gift certificate
To pussy are us
I eat the whole pie and leave nothing but the crust
So you can feel what it like wit instinct but no guts
A sack wit no nuts
Or a mack wit no sluts
Give me a full body massage and I still can be touched
They call C. More Butt cause I get more ass then most
They say I next and got that butter love
And get too close
Follow the leader cause I meaner than abdulablangalas
My tribes on more quests than midnight marauders
Its all pina coladas no cops and robbers
Taking trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas
I hump more than llamas
Get rode more than tires
If you say I not nice than yous a mother fucking liar
Intitled to your opinion
Enter the next millennium
So many major coins that I thought I had a million
Yo I am one to blow up the earth
With my pew 36 explosive space modulator
Budda be praised you mediator
Drop squat interrogator
85% regulator
The educator and the almighty creator dedicator
The separator of fiction I spark friction
Smoking hay without the crucial confliction
4 eyes prescription
Microphone Jackie Stalone
Psychic prediction
Egyptian description of my physical
My flesh is weak and it pitiful
Spiritual is hooked up to the invisible
Ambilical chord of my lord
Combiya divine car
Remove paper of tar from every cigar
I slap authority like Gabore
Jha Jha
Half Allah half anti Christ superstar
Grabbing the microphone wit a hand like doctor claw
While I hitting trees harder than Sunny Bonno
Double Dragon mixed up wit an aboeboe
I kill villains in slow mo for talking crazy
In my dojo
Got nothing to lose like a box car hobo
When I get Ludacris wit bridges on a promo
Niggas wanna clown I homie and Bozo
Cause in the grand prize game my life
Calling like Jo Jo
The name sticks like pogo
I keep it real like alien autopsy photos
You similar to a Spice Girl going solo
You lost like Kirby or a dog named Todow
My statue of Liberty is Rebecca Lobo
Recop Robo Virgo
Bust Ass like a mother fucking Homo
Como Estas Tony Delnegro
Build to destroy these kids blocks of Legos
Lego my Eggo cause I say so
On the microphone 4 ize I stay gifted
Manifested elevated I uplifted
The elevator the escalator
That not a knife that a knife
Crocodile Dundee The Alligator Wrestlen
Cause I hustle ya
Under the china
Big trouble
Little sewer but still I find ya
My styles stinky manifest throw ya down
The stairs like a slinky you my third eyes blinky
9.Stick em Up
(hook)
stick em up
stick em up
bitch stick em up
put your hands up where i could see em (2x)
stick em up
stick em up
bitch stick em up
target niggas wouldn want to be em
(verse 1)
i want the money and the power they hittin me every hour
for the sipp greens and powder
chasing them dirty dollars
i from texas nigga
it get hectic nigga
people depending on me
i came to neglect dem niggaz
cause the game is deeper then just working off the beeper
if the paper ain right then we call in a sweeper
to clean up the problems and straighten up the mess
so niggas come wit yo pistols and niggas come wit the vest
this ain the east or the west
the bama weed or the stress
i young pimp from port arthur
and we done past the test
and we smokin the best everywhere that we go
and when our records come out
them bitches they sell out the store
stayin swol on the dro
and keep that thing on the floor
want my money up front when we come for the show
y ll can play wit ya paper but i dieing for mines
so while y ll buying them watches
i a stay on the grind
fuck nigga
(hook)
(verse 2)
say nigga you think it a joke
trill niggas be going for broke
fools a whistle loc
in the mutherfuckin pistol smoke
and it just a matter of time before you e labeled a buster
i dust a nigga that couldn katchup and cut the mustard
now i got confidence i don need no condaments
all i need is common sense to see through your incompatense
nigga keep your compliments they don flatter me
you fucking wit me and that will be the day bitch we don play
know the gat a be huh
right on the side of me
right where it supposed to be
bitch niggas die for me
never getting too close to me
so go kiss you rosery
bee a send you a silent one
cause i promise if you get it
it going to be a violent one
the corener is catching his breath
like he got asthma
when they cut on the blue light and see all the fucking plasma
mullenium murder master nigga
i ain new to this
so if you see that bun b
young pimp
or that ludacris
just
(hook)
(verse 3)
hollow laid
hollow sprayed
i the hollow man
i get to the hollow point wit my hollow plan
hollow bullets i pull it
i about to live in vain
and then i drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain
it mighty strange how your peep hole is my fucking gage
catch you in concert then wipe you off the fucking stage
i feel a ghetto rage
let turn the ghetto page
my bitch stick you wit ghetto metal stelleto thangs
and i got a ghetto aim
wit diamond bezaled rings
so while my index is working my pinky blinding things
i hit em at close range
i spit em at most brains
you think you real rich nigga we going to make some chump change
you think it a fucking game
you think it a blood sport
you gaspin for breath and i puffing on one of these newports
and i see a red dot aimed at your head
them bright lights
oh no po po
and guess what they said
they said
(hook)
10.Ho
In the middle of the day now yeah
I seem to hate only he
Hey
What up Chris this Kenya
Damn I e been tryin to get that out you all week
Why don you call me back
Okay okay alright damn I l swallow just call me back
Okay alright the crew can hit it too why don you just call me
back
Well dude there you have it
11.Ho
In the middle of the day now yeah
I seem to hate only he
Hey
What up Chris this Kenya
Damn I e been tryin to get that out you all week
Why don you call me back
Okay okay alright damn I l swallow just call me back
Okay alright the crew can hit it too why don you just call me
back
Well dude there you have it
12.Tickets Sold Out
This Friday performing live
At the Civic Center
You heard him on fat rabbit wit Timberland
I be that named Luda a.k.a. l o v a
You heard him wit Jermaine Dupri on Sony Playstation John Matten
2000
Now see him perform live at the Civic Center
For three shows only
It Ludacris
Tickets for the first show are not available
Because it 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 doing this shit for
13.Catch Up
(Chorus)
All this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some niggas just really don give a fuck
But some niggas just really don give a fuck
All this drink gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some bitches just really don give a fuck
But some bitches just really don give a fuck
(Verse 1)
Now let me be quite frank cause I that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drank and I steady smokin budda
I do da evil that men do when I get you
I a sit you down then take it to the mentals
Essentials and clown
Every chance I get bitch I hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the cannabis
Shit I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I riding by
Say hi to plenty liquors and I know it a sin
And if you tell me stop drinking
I just do it again
So when I get old
I a rock, roll, shake and shiver
Wit some blackedout lungs and a fucked up liver
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
A yo I do this for blunt heads and winos
Stewart Ave hoes niggas from G-road
Committed to slanin blow
Doubling dough
24-7 fuck po po we blowing dro out the Ac legend
Running wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 44 like Hank Aaron
That will smoke an L bust shells
And dare you to tell
Walk up in the club pretty thug
Fucked up off headshots
Sippin some Covoce？watching hoes drop it like it hot
Shaking tits and twats facing big face 20 and cock
Loading clips and glocks knowing we got the haters hot
The balling don stop just drop more G on drank and drugs
Live it up young niggas cause it gone catch up
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Now wit the help of Hen and Coke
I grab my pad and pin and wrote
Somethin that I knew was dope
And represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke wit more lines then chopped coke
A yo it 2-0
I Eastside king wit a Barretta
Wit a twist of Almoretta
My shit even come out better
Grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga really need
Run up in the club and boe a mutherfucker til he bleed
Remmy and ice house til the lights out
Or the club get closed out
If it hoes out then I show out
Call Tyheed get droed out
There 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
Hennesy and bad weed believe me it catch up
(Chorus)
14.Southern Hospitality
15.What's Your Fantasy Remix
(Hook)
I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor
And I wanna
Ah Ah
You make it so good I don want to leave
But I got to know what your fantasy
I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor
And I wanna
Ah Ah
You make it so good I don want to leave
But I got to know what your fantasy
(Verse 1)
You know what I need
Somebody who can come and lick the clit
And a nigga who ain thinking about a Trina LP
And I l bet who gonna get my shit
Who can go from a fly S Jetta
To a coupe Deville
Hotel telly ho or the Beverly Hills
A real nigga not the regular meals
Coming straight in make me shoot to kill
From the kitchen you can moon me
To the Jacuzzi and knock the booty
Come and do your duty
Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie
Butt naked in the bed
Cash
Make ya studda when you bang my ass
Damn baby let my ride
Shit thing of the past
Bye bye
Cause I a bad bitch
And I up to this
Having sex in private jets
Menage e trois
Getting buck wild no matter where we are
Indy 500 in the back of the car
In a dark ass tunnel
In the back of the bar
Never walk never ever wanna leave
Work wit me like the league over seas
I want a man to fulfill my needs
Keep my body trimblin
And buckle my knees
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
I wanna do it in a Canopy
I wanna do it where your girl gonna see it
And get mad at me
I wanna nigga that a grab the wheeve
And turn my eyes Chinese
Tell me baby can you handle me
I wanna do it all in ya mouth
Fenna pull the ass out
Make ya bounce til you pass out
Or we could cut up in the grass
And give the neighbors a flash
Can you tell me who the bad muthafucka now
Said I wanna take, take, take, take a nigga back to the crib
And I wanna do all the things, do all the things that I never
did
Like on the top, top, top, top of the projects getting head
Or you can find me in the drop, drop, drop, drop on dubs
In the candy red
I like a nigga when he faced down mouth wide
Polo down wit them blades on the ride
Keeping a pound wit them K on the side
But it O.K.
We gon break somethin tonight
Ohh see get on your knees and I l show you
What my fantasy
Like up in the coupe coupe
Tell yo bitch she ain got to be mad at me
(Hook)
I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the floor
And I wanna
Ah Ah
You make it so good I don want to leave
But I got to know what your fantasy
You gotta lick me from my ass to my clit
And you gotta suck the pussy while I sit on ya dick
And I wanna talk some shit while I feel it get stiff
Rubba dub up on my tits
While I nut on your lips
(Verse 3)
I a B.K. bitch
Love to ride dick
Ass in his face
Cock spread out
Nigga uptown
Nigga down south
Same ol shit
Bust in his mouth
F.O.X. call me rough sex
Like it when a bitch get right on a X
Get it
Right on X
Fuck em check
Right to the next
Bitches go right
Fox right to the left
Nigga can fuck
Burner on his chest
36 D
Prada on the breast fast
Send em home Na NA on the breath
Three mil still B.K. to the death
Still pose naked
Still specialize on sittin on niggaz faces
Pop magnums by the cases (X5)
Bitch still spend big faces
Big round brown hold first places
You know what you can do nigga
You could lick me from my ass to my clit
And ruba dub up on my tits
While I nut on your lips
(Hook)
(Verse 4)
I wanna get you in the bedroom all alone
While your boyfriend is on the phone
Hold ya mouth and he can here ya moan
Tell ya man that his girl is grown
Kitchen counter
Neighbors look
This the way she like to cook
Blind fold hot sauce
I gonna knock them socks off
College dorm
Sneak in
Fly em out for the weekend
College park after dark
It a whole lot of freakin
Elevator
Man stop that shit
Range Rover
Man drop that shit
Dressing room man block that shit
Head board
Man knock that shit
Me and Trina in the Beamer
We got the Karma Sutra
Dame？cocha
Y no me diga
Que no Te gusta
It not what they use to
As Shanna Shanna
Make it wet
Ludacris and I l make em sweat
Then I l pass em a cigarette
(Hook)
16.Phat Rabbit
(Verse 1)
I be that nigga named Luda
AKA Lova lova
Fuck that Shit
Nigga what you wanna say
One Time
South Side lets ride
And if you love what you do
Do what you feel
Then I know you gon mark my word
I drop shit like birds
And its about that time for yo ass to get served
Just lay it on down
Just lay it on down
While we relax to the tight raps
And the fat tracks
That the nigga Timbaland put down
Oh yes
Lets get it on down to the nitty grit
Don have no time for no petty shit
Cause I got more dick than a little bit
And time flies when I havin fun
I can make a ho get like Forest Gump and just run
Baby run
I guess that they can't handle this
The brother just too scandals
If you don wanna get freaked
Get up out my way just like in an ambulance
Getty up getty up right on to the real
And death to the fake
And tell your boyfriend just to chill
Don playa hate
Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes
While I kinda tell you whats I want to do
(Hook)
Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit
(Verse 2)
Fatter than fat
Fat like a dub sack
Showin em where that loves at
So open up yo eyes and get a surprise like
In Cracker jacks
Pooh Nan Don Happy
Giving up that nappy dugout
Get the cut up then I cut out
Why you standing there wit yo butt out
And its always in the back of my mind
Whatever the place whatever the time
Even in college park after dark
Im a get that sunshine
Closer than close
Closer than most then Im all up in ya
For beginners give me a thigh, breast and leg
Like Mrs. Winner
And let dinner be served
Can I get it on a platter
Shatter yo blatter
And put so much light in yo life
Ill make the roaches scatter
The wetter the better
Im ready to get ya
Got to have that rabbit like that cheddar
So I could freak you like I just met ya
Hot like a sauna get comfy like in a Cadillac
Nic nack paddy wack
Give a dog a bone jack
Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes
While I kinda tell you what I wants to do
(Hook)
(verse 3)
Your love is supercalafragalistic
You don know how bad I missed it
If its broke then don fix it
Yo stuff is butta like a biscut
Reminisce like Mary
I got to pop that cherry
Kind of like that coochie
You wanna be my hoochie
Better than my adversary
Don be so scarey
I never thought that you could act up
Make a nigga wanna back up
Keep it tight for the night
While I wet this track up
So we can slip and slide
Make you wanna dip and dive
Trippin while we rip and ride
Til I get you to come inside
Got you where I want your ass
In the case of an emergency brake the glass
Keep yo eyes on the present
And erase the past
And be happy if we got more blunts to pass
Get done up and run up
In the guts of ya butt
Don shake like it used to
I wake em up like a rooster
Take it slow not fast
In a turbo buster
No worry
No hurry
No pain no gain
Better keep yo eyes on strain
Cause ain a damn thing changed maine
Sit back relax and just take off yo shoes
While I gotta tell you what I wants to do
Yeah
(Hook)
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