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"Vitamin D"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

"Vitamin D"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)



[Ludacris (Ty Dolla $ign):]
Aw yeah, yeah
I mean there's a lot of women out here that's just, you know
They just defensive 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 way, go straight to that ass
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even though 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

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
Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
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'm a 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'm a skydive
Off, you feel the pump like it's sawed off
Shot gun, hold tight, don't fall off
Work, I'm a 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'm a 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

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

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}
 
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"War With God"

"War With God"


[Intro:]
[Billy Paul Sample]
"The time has come for bad things to end
The time has come for life to begin
The time has come for the war of the Gods"

[Luda Talking]
It's that time
I'ma take the subtle approach first
Cuz I'm just gettin' started
Let's go, look

[Verse 1]
I'm the best and there's nothin' that you can do about it
Never needed a publicity stunt, let's tell the truth about it
Even in the core of the streets you can't sway the youth about it
But keep runnin' yo mouth, and I swear I'ma knock a tooth up out it
I never claimed to be nothin' but who the fuck I am
Never sold cocaine in my life, but I'm still the fuckin' man
Understand, nothin' you did makes you better nigga
You claim the streets but the streets respect that cheddar nigga
Luda got twice as much, your life you can charge it to him
I fit four of your houses inside my daughter's room
And still have room for young Karma to play
Givin' back to the children of tomorrow for good karma today
So you can say what you wanna say and you can talk that talk
But real niggas ain't doin' no talkin' cuz we walk that walk
Album for album you can see I got a multi-million plan
So call yourself whatever you want except the multi-million man
Nigga!

[Hook]
[Sample]
"Lucifer, oh lucifer"
(Whatever you want except the multi-million man)
"God of evil, you're the god of pain"
(Call yourself whatever you want except the multi-million man)
"Lucifer, oh lucifer"
(Call yourself whatever you want except the multi-million man)
"The Darkness is where you find your light'

[Verse 2]
How many times is you gon' rap about bustin' your gun
How many times is you gon' trap without bustin' your gun
Only shots you ever took was subliminal to the general
Disrespectin' those doin' real time with real criminals
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 could rest your mouth
I'm universal, Luda never limits hisself to the south
I give a damn about your 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 of ya energy, my power's with God
So it's even better is you make ya diss record real hard

[Hook]
[Sample]
"Lucifer, oh lucifer"
(Make the record real hard)
"God of evil, you're the god of pain"
(Make the record real hard)
"Lucifer, oh lucifer"
(Make ya diss record real hard)
"The Darkness is where you find your light"
 
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"Warning (Intro)"

"Warning (Intro)"


[Intro]
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

[Ludacris]
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 playing 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 irking 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 cracking
It's six years and counting if you think I'm a joke
Me getting served is like Bill Gates and Oprah going broke
It's 'bout time they gave it to me, I'm the reigning champ
Your favorite rapper went to Ludacris' training camp
Beotch!

[Outro]
Yeah shawty! (That's right)
On the real I feel you on that
Man I'm tired of all these fake-ass niggaz homes
(Hell yeah shawty) Ay ay, this your boy Lil' Black
Representing that zone-trey you feel me
All these niggaz 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 fucking 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'ma tell you what the bid'ness is
You fucking 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 fucking 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
Talking '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!
 
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"We Got"
(feat. Chingy, I-20, Tity Boi)

"We Got"
(feat. Chingy, I-20, Tity Boi)



[Ludacris]
DTP we got them guns that go...

[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 you 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
Find 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...

[Tity Boi]
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 ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'm gonna click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil Fate
And I'm webbing choppers like heli-copters
You gonna need hella doctors, when the glok go...

[Chingy]
Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text 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 ya dome
Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
Beast the nick, but my cannon go...

[Ludacris]
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 MACK
Till 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...
 
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"Welcome To Atlanta"
(feat. Jermaine Dupri)

"Welcome To Atlanta"
(feat. Jermaine Dupri)



[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
JD in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cut Supreme
Skatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned
I split ya spleen, 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 so 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

[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 don't 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 Lakeshore/MD rivalry
When Frozen Paradise was the place to be
If you was ridin, you was bumping 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

[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 don't stop 'til eight in the mo'nin
[x2]
 
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"What Them Girls Like"
(feat. Chris Brown, Sean Garrett)

"What Them Girls Like"
(feat. Chris Brown, Sean Garrett)



[Ludacris]
Luda! (Yep)
S.G.!
Chris Breezy
(It's Me)

[Chris Brown]
Oh Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh Oh oh oh oh oh

[Chorus:]
[Chris Brown]
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
[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathing on the hills
And it's me that they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like
[Chris Brown]
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
[Sean Garrett]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathing on the hills (HAHAHA!)
And it's me that they wanna kill (LUDA!)
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Ludacris]
Relax & take notes,
While I'm put you up on game
Get a sweeter connect, as put up on cane,
But you should grab yourself a seat and Whisky Double,
Because the girls are the world ain't nothing but trouble,
They like a little danger, and might not admit it,
But, They on for the chase and they want us to come and get it,
Plus they love a young thug that's overflowing with swagger!
And that keeps all his women draped in Louis Vuitton Bags!
With Louis Viton pumps, look at them walk to 'em,
I like open toast straps, but SG talk to em!

[Sean Garrett]
I wanna whole buncha girls to bring out the kryptonite,
Betta wear your cake, they bringing that kryptonite,

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Yea, we gonna take this to verse 2,
Some of them wanna a family, a sense of security,
A neckless, bracelet and all other types of jewelery,
So, shop till you drop em, till it makes you psychotic,
Here's a triple Black Card, it ain't tricking if you got it!
Others'll stay content if you be making them laugh,
Send em to the spa, a massage then bubble bath,
So later on, they can dance and throw a drink in their hand,
And try any and everything they never did with their man, me!
So get loose and slide of those garments,
Show em whose the boss, cause they take orders from the sergeant
There's places on your body that I'm trying to find,
So in the sack, talk to me, bout whats on your mind,
I got plenty more to learn if you're invested in me,
They don't love me for who I am but who I'm destined to be,
And for that I'll give you everything up under the sun,
Cause in the end, all the girls just wanna have fun!

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
They wanna talk to ya, so shut up and listen!
So if you can't take the heat, get the f***k out the kitchen!
Cause that ride or die man for his ride or die chick gets that ride or die pudding for that ride or die shit [x2]
I say,
They wanna talk to ya, so shut up and listen!
So if you can't take the heat, get the f***k out the kitchen!
Cause that ride or die man for his ride or die chick gets that ride or die pudding for that ride or die shit [x2]

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Yes! They want what they can!

[Ludacris]
Women, I love you all, theres just not enough time.
Believe that, if your man don't tell you how beautiful you are,
Your beautiful baby!
I love women so much, I have one,
Hahaha,
LUDA! Chris Breezy, this too easy,
SG what up!
Hahaha.

[Chris Brown]
Oh Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh Oh oh oh oh oh
 
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"What You Smoking On"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

"What You Smoking On"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)



[Coughs]
Pass that
Let me hit that
C’mon nigga

[Chorus: Ludacris]
What u smokin on, nigga
What u smokin on
What u smokin on, nigga
What u smokin on
What u smokin on, bitch
What u smokin on
What u smokin on, bitch
What u smokin on
I get so high
I get so high
And fall off in the sky

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
I've fallen and I can't get up, somebody wake me up
So high that my eyelids low, feelin like I'm in a coma better come shake me up
What you wanna do Luda? Shit, roll up might as well
AK-47 to the head then we ain't dead, we just high as hell
You might know it as weed, grass marijuana, cannabis, sativa
You may call it cheeba, maybe reefer, Wiz Khalifa
Smokin on white moonshine, or that anthrax, or that blue dream
Spread a lil cologne on my clothes feeling like Versace blue jeans
While y'all smoking that rough weed, that dirt shit, that ragamuff
I’m smoking on that homegrown and pass out cuz I done had enough
Of that sour diesel, that northern lights, and that killa Cali
They see me out up Oahu, Honolulu, smoking that Maui Wowie

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Look, don't fret
You niggas need a better connect, you gotta 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 dike
To run a midnight train like Gladys Knight
I'm higher than the prices at Petro
Higher than the balloon after you let go
Cuz I'm smokin on that loud in the middle of a crowd
And the loud is really louder than techno
I've got my weed card on the way to the store to get medicinal marijuana
Luda, study more Buddha than the Dalai Lama
Granddaddy purp, bubble gum, or the OG Kush
White widow, or the g13, and the Irene got your homies shook
But that Jack Herer and the headband got my homies wired
And the blueberry yum yums that fire

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh
Smokin on that something grown at home, sunken blowin ozs
Nigga I'm from PGH but all my weed from Califon'
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 smokin weed around me it's a smoke-a-thon
Crowded in my whip, its partly cloudy cuz we smokin strong
You say you can't smoke them joints, probably cuz you rolled it wrong
My dollars up, I'm gettin em and I’m foldin it
I'm lighting em, I'm hittin em, I'm not holdin it
I'm passin them straight to Ludacris and he's smokin it
Security and a nigga that own a bitch, Askin
 
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"What's Your Fantasy"
(feat. Shawna)

"What's Your Fantasy"
(feat. Shawna)



[Ludacris]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now, give it to me now

[Shawna]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now..

[Chorus: Ludacris, then Shawna *2X*]
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' 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

[Ludacris]
I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty 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 gotta wait til the show stop
Or how 'bout 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 a classroom
How ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon
See I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em
I flash 'em and out last 'em
And if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em
I'll let 'em free
And the tell me what they fantasy
Like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
I wanna get you in the bath tub
With the candle lit you give it up till they go out
Or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert
Cause you know I got sold out
Or red carpet dick could just roll out
Go 'head and scream you can't hold out
We can do it in the pouring rain
Runnin the train when it's hot or cold out
How 'bout 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
Tryna make them turn the lights out
Champaign 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 stratch my back and rule me
You can push me or just pull me
On hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uh
Eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
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, ruff 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 on hundred spokes!
What about up in the candy sto' 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 reigns, school teacher let me get my grades

[Chorus - repeat 4X]
 
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"What's Your Fantasy Remix"
(feat. Trina, Shawna And Foxy Brown)

"What's Your Fantasy Remix"
(feat. Trina, Shawna And Foxy Brown)



[Ludacris]
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now, give it to me now

[Shawna]
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now

[Ludacris]
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 floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Trina]
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 floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know what's your fantasies

[Trina (Ludacris)]
You know what I need
Somebody that who can come li-li-lick the clit
(Alright)
And a nigga who ain't thinking 'bout a Trina LP
And I'll make him go and get my shit
We can go from a fly ass jetta to a Coupe De Ville
Hotel tally ho or the Beverly Hill
A real nigga not the run of the mill
To come and spank me and make me shoot to kill
From the kitchen then you can move me
To the jaccuzzi and out the booty
Come and do your duty
Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie
Butt naked in a bed of cash
Make tough stuff stutter when I shake my ass
Damn she back, I though she a thing of the past
Cause I'm a bad bitch and I'm off the glass (Okay)
Having sex in little jets menage'tois
Getting buck wild no matter where we are
Indie 500 in the back of the car
In a dark ass club on the back of a bar
Never want, never ever wanna leave
Work for me like league over seas
I want a man to fulfill my needs
To keep my body trembling and buckle my knees

[Ludacris]
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 floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
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 floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
I wanna do in the canopy
I wanna do it where your girl gon see and get mad at me
I want a nigga that'll grab the weave
And turn my eyes Chinese
Tell me baby can you handle me?
I wanna do it all in your mouth
Then I'll pull the ass out
Make you bounce till you pass out
Or we can cut up in the grass
And give the neighbors a flash
Can you tell me who the bad motherfucker now?
Said I wanna take-ta-take-take a nigga back to the crib
And I wanna do, do all the things that I never did
Like I up on the top-to-top-top of the projects getting head
Or you can find me in a dro-drop-drop-drop on dubs in the candy red
I like a nigga when he face down, mouth wide
Polo down with them blades on the ride
Give me a pound with the case on the side
But it's okay I'm gon break something tonight
Oh see get on your knees
And I'll show you what's my fantasy
Like up in the coupe, coupe
Tell your bitch she ain't gotta be mad at me

[Ludacris]
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 floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
(Remix, remix)
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Foxy Brown]
You gotta li li li lick me from my ass to my clit
Then you gotta su-suck the pussy while I sit on your dick
And I wanna talk some shit while I feel it get stiff
And then ruba-dub on my tits while I nut on your lips nigga

I'm a BK bitch, love to ride dick
Ass in his face, cock spread out
Nigga uptown, nigga down south
Same ol' shit, foot's in his mouth
F-O-X call me rough sex
Especially when a bitch get right on the X
Get it, right on X
Fuck him, check right to the next
Bitches go right, Fox right to the left
Nigga can't fuck, burner on his chest
36 D's, Prada on the breats
Baddest, send him home with na na on his breath
What? How you think a bitch got my rep?
3 Mills, still BK to the death
Still don't give a fuck
Still pose naked
Still specialize on sittin' on niggas faces
Pop magnum's by the cases
X5 Benz still spend big faces
Big frown, brown, hold first places
You know what you can do nigga?
You can li li li lick me from my ass to my clit
And ruba-dub up on my tits while I nu-nut on your lips, fucka

[Ludacris]
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 floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
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 floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Ludacris]
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 floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
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 floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Ludacris]
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 floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Trina]
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 floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know what's your fantasies
 
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"Who Not Me"
(feat. Dolla Boi, Small World)

"Who Not Me"
(feat. Dolla Boi, Small World)



[Small World X4 (Ludacris)]
Uhhuhh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow
(Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something and you think they talking)
(Bout you, you not quite sho' Younasayin' but it aint no way they talking' bout)
(You, introducing the new membes of Disturbing Tha Peace: Small World)
(From Norfclk, Dolla Boi from Playaz Circle, Here we go What?)

[Chorus X2]
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me

[Small World]
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 kapaow, I'll heat em up out his mouth with it
Big Small World, Norfclk 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 aint 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
Im a have a problem like Scrap blat with me short of hoes
Muffle ya damn lips, or there be mixture of blood and dandruff
If you don't get my damn drift
Creep to ya grave and leak DT Piss
This is yo highness at his less tempered
Keep it pimpin' and watch

[Chorus X2]
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me

[Dolla Boi]
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 Bitch"
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

[Chorus X2]
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me

[Ludacris]
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then its dick I give her
Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver
Neva 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 shoties 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 killa
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 Brrrrddd Stick Her HaHaHa Stick HER!

[Chorus X2]
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me
 
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