Ludacris

[fox69]

"Do Your Time"
(feat. Beanie Sigel, C-Murder, Pimp C)

"Do Your Time"
(feat. Beanie Sigel, C-Murder, Pimp C)



[Intro]
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name (Darren)
This phone call may be monitered and recorded
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up

[Ludacris]
To my cousin Darren Ranch - stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike - stay up homie
To my cuz J.B. - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you

You lookin at a man that would
die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just to see what he's seen
But then I'd take 'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream
I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it
But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cuz
and every week said he wanna hit the streets
But he never struck a deal cause his mouth will never squeal
Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal
Send some pictures of the fam and nasty pics of Shawnna
If you ever have to leave I got your mother AND your daughter
Born in this way of livin and our youth is stuck
To be safe it's safe to say the justice system's FUCKED up!

If you doin 25 to life - stay up homie
I got your money on ice so - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
All my peoples in the pit - stay up homie
And until you hit the bricks - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you

[Beanie Sigel]
Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all
That box, a motherfucker - it could stress a nigga balls
Especially when you broke and home base ain't acceptin your calls
And you don't hear your name when it's mail time
Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin back on your hairline
Fuckin {?} will have you stuck in that pill line
Your bitch miss the V-I this weekend
The food in your locker keeps shrinkin, your celly feet stinkin
The canteen ran out of menthols
Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers
Niggaz play the phone room reckless and get hit with new indictments
Talkin about old connects and new prices
Stress'll take a young nigga, give him an old face
Or stress'll take a dumb nigga, give him a new case
That shit I used to tell my walkie
Lil' Itchy, all he did was smoke weed and drink coffee
I know he miss me

[Beanie Sigel + (Ludacris)]
To my man Lil' Nell (stay up homie)
To my man Steve P (stay up homie)
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To my man Paul Selene (stay up homie)
To Abdul McKeith (stay up homie)
Until I see you in the streets keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you

[Pimp C]
Uhh, if your people locked up you need to send 'em some shit
Cause it's never too late to stop bein a bitch
A magazine and some pictures is a nigga's whole world
When I was down them niggaz fell out so I'm ridin with the girls
Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake ass dudes
They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food
Cause commissary is so very necessary
It's so close to bein slavery, in Texas nigga it's scary
I reached out to C-Murder right before I came home
And when him home, let me go I make sure that his books was on
And three months later that nigga came home too
Ain't +No Limit+ to this shit cause now his dream's comin +Tru+
I'ma keep ridin with Bun cause UGK will never stop
And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot (yeah)
Biatch, and I'm as trill as you can be
They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free (here I go)

[Ludacris] C-Murder!

[C-Murder]
Wake up, roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25 I'm still alive
Open the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walkin parkin million dollar cars
It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel
Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real
With a shotgun, burnin at the back of your dome
300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin home
One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine
Almost died, in Camp Jay{?} nigga, ride or cry
Cream has suicide attempts, Precious took his own life
White boys can't handle the pain at night
You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your ass shook
And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook
You all in bitch, sit down when you piss
Sweet ass, you a ho, watch I blow you a kiss (mwah)

[C-Murder + (Ludacris)]
To my cousin Jimmy Watson (stay up homie)
To my homeboy Mack (stay up homie)
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you

[Pimp C + (Ludacris)]
To my nigga Pharoahe (stay up homie)
To my nigga Z-Ro (stay up homie)
If you're locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To the king Larry Hoover (stay up homie)
To my partner Shan-O you gotta (stay up homie)
If you're locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you

[Ludacris]
To the homeboy Shyne - stay up homie
To my nigga Mystikal - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you

 

[fox69]

"End Of The Night"
(feat. Bobby Valentino)

"End Of The Night"
(feat. Bobby Valentino)



[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
Baby, I gotta, get you up out of
your clothes, your clothes, your clothes
It's somethin about the way you move
I just cain't let go, let go, let go
Baby, youuuuu've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the niiiiight

[Ludacris]
It's inevitable and incredible, listen, it's Luda!

By the end of the night you gon' be wantin to marry a nigga
Cause I make 'em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver
Get 'em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillow
Cut 'em up like Jason, just face it that boy Luda's a killer
Half man, half gorilla, beatin all on my chest
Pleasin all of your flesh, squeezin all on your breast
Givin you reasons to rest, and ain't never say no to papi
Wake 'em up like Folgers cause I fold 'em like origami
Hey mami let's get it poppin like Orville Redenbacher
The way you move once you started nothin could ever stop ya
Sweeter than Betty Crocker, and I'm ready to belly flop ya
Just mention today but for now I forever gotcha

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
(Whoo!) Verse two, it's like this

Gotta get 'em up out of them clothes, if I throw a couple dollars then pose
We could drink a couple bottles and go, and ride off in the Impala on vogues
And Rolls, gold is all on my neck, all on my wrist
So just let go of yo' hoe, don't hog her to death, lend her to Chris
Just for a little while for a little bit
Just wanna see her smile and get the bigger fish
She said that you had a little dick
Now how in the hell can she benefit from somethin like that?
I be up in that cat, make her put a hump in that back
Black, I swing low and sweet chariot, meet me at the Marriott
Key access, I'll be at the very top
Don't hesitate to stop the elevator either
I'll show you the ups and downs, you'll be my elevator diva

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
All I need is a couple hours baby, for real

Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Loius and Gucci
Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy
Rockin Republic, True Religions and Citizen's jeans
Your Jimmy Choo's are so sexy but Giseppi's is mean
La Pearla lingerie, ya panties and bra matchin
Put down your clothes and I'll put you UP on the latest fashions
Cause with cameras and action, I'm a deadly assassin
I love your clothes but what's underneath I love with a passion

[Chorus]

[Ludacris - over Chorus]
Gotta get you outta them clothes baby
Somethin about the way you move
I cannot let go, whoo!
You know you got me open
I just wanna make you mine, haha
By the end of the night, you gon' be mine
Luda! And Valentin' the dream

[Bobby Valentino + (Ludacris)]
Don't leave your girl round me (guard your women fellas)
Said don't leave your girl round me (Disturbin' Tha Peace)
Don't leave your girl round me (yeah, whoo!)
True playa for real, for real, for real, for real
Don't leave your girl round me
Said don't leave your girl round me
Don't leave your girl round me
True playa for real, for real, for real, for real

 

[fox69]

"Everybody Drunk"
(feat. Shawnna)

"Everybody Drunk"
(feat. Shawnna)



[Chorus:]
Everybody with me drunk as fuck
Break it down and roll it up
Everybody with me drunk as fuck
Break it down and roll it up [x4]

[Ludacris:]
Ok, Ok, Ok now everybody with me drunk as fuck
Break it down and roll it up
Everybody got they killaz with 'em
Rep yo side and throw it up

Po' it up and it's goin' down
Light another blunt and it's goin' round
Puff puff pass you can toast yo glass
Later we'll screw and slow it up

If you make it fast, I can make it last
And I'm a nigga that's makin' cash
8 figures in the bank and I pull yo rank
What you thank with ya hatin' ass

Hehehehehe, you think you fly, I know you not
Hehehehehe, you tote yo knife, I tote my glock

Big body cadillac, women in the backseat,
Speakers steady pumpin' as I pass these losers
Yo car too small, why? cause I can't fit my women in a PT Cruiser

Get ya cake up, get ya weight up way up to the top 'til u can't go further
These snitches is after my riches and yes I smell bloody murder

When I cock back with a drop dat can't block dat lock dat fools betta stop dat
Otherwise you can pop back
But after dumpin a round you'll be wonderin' where the cops at

Where the cops at? cause I'm drunk as fuck
Tell'em I'm far from sober
Cause if the po po happen to pull me over
I'm a just tell'em...

[Chorus x4]

[Shawnna:]
Swisha after swisha, I blow dat official
This one fo' my niggas and everybody witcha
Pop another bottle, I'm a rep chicago
With dem 22s on dat black on black gallardo, in da front door

Gotta bottle of goose you know I'm finna get loose
Get it buck, buck holla wassup
To all my niggas in back and all my bitches in front put ya cups up

Put ya drank in, put ya smoke in
Put ya pop in, get ya roll in
Do the OC, got me open
Big diamonds, you jokin'

And I don't know what I'm gone do
But I'm gone so I'm thinkin' 'bout rollin' up
One to the head like a real thoroughbread
Know what I'm sayin' let me hit it
Roll it, roll it up

And I smoke it up
Don't give a damn if I choke it up
I broke it up and I toke it up
Eyes hella red and my throat lit up

I don't give up and I don't give in
You don't get high nigga don't get in
But won't yo friend cause he want my friend
And I been on fire since I don't know when, I don't know when

Now errbody with me pourin' up
Errbody with me hold it up
Errbody with me know, if I say so,
It's gone be throwin' up

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Everybody Hates Chris"
(feat. Chris Rock)

"Everybody Hates Chris"
(feat. Chris Rock)



Sing along with me,

Say fuck you Luda [x3]

Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris

Say fuck you Luda [x3]

Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris

Ok now, this is for the Gs and this is for the hustlers
This is for the diamonds and the watch all clustered
Spread em like mustard, canary yellow
Now women in my face like hello
Yea I'm sort of a big deal
These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel
This five course dinner is sort of a big meal
This Bentley GT can make Luda dissapear
Faster than David Copperfield mothafucka

I'm talkin five star tellis, and penthouse suites
Yea I'm just a playboy between penthouse sheets
Hit the club and go and party with some penthouse freaks
Party with Britney, Lindsay and Paris together

Get in line and buyin' bottles that's taller than Chris Webber
And makin haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers
Cause my ice gives em cold like they as if they under the weather
But my women keep me warmer than a polo sweater

[Chorus:]
Now I stay fresh to death draped in gangsta fits
Over 12 million sold I drop gangsta hits
Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips
You swear I'm bout to get into some gangsta shit

Oh no here comes trouble, my vision is skewed
I can only see in doubles, two models two bottles
That'll pop like bubbles and when I get home
The girls tops lift off like airspace shuttles

60 seconds till blast off
My car got a face lift and took it's mask off
Tint so dark it look like I took the glass off
The body was white for 8 weeks
Before I finally decided to take it's cast off
Now it's blacker than a bottom less pit
You talk shit you'll end up with bottom less lip
I hit a nigga so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit
Then I be with Bobby V on that anonymous shit

[Chorus]

I go for broke like TLC
The hottest nigga on the mic
Yea I believe that's me
Now all the ladies wanna give a lil TLC
Cause Luda was set for life after 3 LPs

Yep

Still countin still climbin the charts
And rappers still talkin shit
Like they was rhymin in farts
I cross the finish line twice
They still tryin to start
But my infrared beam will make em shine in the dark

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Eyebrows Down"

"Eyebrows Down"


[Ludacris]
Yeah
Gotta feel me on this one
Ain't none of this shit happen overnight
We talking about a long time coming motherfucker

[Chorus 2X: Dolla Boy + (Tity Boi)]
It ain't clean on these streets(uh, uh)
It's mean on these streets(yeah)
Blocks up, hats down
Fiends on these these streets
(So please pay attention when you coming around
Cause the blocks got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me)

[Verse One: Ludacris]
I'm still back for the first damn time
So grab a hold of your seat while I OPEN YOUR MIND
And take you back from when I dropped down from heaven
And I came on my moms and I had a MIC as my fucking weapon
When I was three I was just a little G
But if you looked in my eyes you would see the future of a real MC
And at the age of nine I wrote my first ryhme
Soon rapping became one of my favorite pasttimes
Everywhere that I went spitting and dabbling
Showing my ass growing up and started traveling
From one city to the next luda landed in the ATL
Where the pimps and the players dwell
I made a tape did shows and got EX-PO-SURE
And kept learning as my black ass got OLDER
No matter what I just kept at my trade
I made mistakes but still stayed sharper than a GINSUI BLADE

[Chorus X2]

[Verse Two: Ludacris]
Age 14, my talent show, a beast out of cage
Would have won, but got disqualified for JUMPING OFF STAGE
But I didn't care cause this game started to open it's arms
When I was at Banaker High School pulling fire alarms
So I could get a crowd around me make a name for my BLOCK
People told me keep flowing they didn't want me to STOP
Back when big nose John was my human beatbox
Skipped out on school hit open campus and look out for street COPS
Now I'm known around the town as that "Nigga who raps"
From the hill of Maze high to them G roll traps
And I was still making demos perfecting the craft
Some said I wouldn't make it they would giggle and laugh
So I picked up a couple books from DONALD GOINES
About the busimess of this shit and how to FLIP A FEW COINS
By the age of eighteen I was destined to MAKE IT
My bank account read DISTURBING THE PEACE INCORPORATED

[Chorus X2]

[Verse Three: Ludacris]
Age 18, I'm struggling just to survive
But I got a gig working for change at 97.5
Now I'm rapping on the radio increasing their NUMBERS
Still Ludacris, but Alias was Chris LOVA, LOVA
Late nights I'm in the studio using they tools
Me and Poon was smoking weed and breaking all of they rtules
And I was krunk, ALL THE BIG WIGS WAS HEARING MY SONGS
But nobody did SHIT and they was taking too long
Three years went past and I saved enough cash
To make my own record company and put my self on BLAST
the album was independent it was just for the streets
I sold one thousand albums in my first fucking week
Then went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand
All the record companies biting, but I chose Def Jam
The main reason that I made it and I love the A town
Was because the BLOCK had it's EYEBROWS DOWN, ya heard me

[chorus X2]

[Outro: Ludacris]
Yah, Ive' been waiting a lifetime to get what the fuck I got
It's real man
Hardest working nigga in show business
Believe that
Shout out to Lil fate, I dub, Chaka Zulu
Yah Woo
The people's music I used to play some happy and some jealous
Cause I'm showered with cash and they can't remove they umbrellas
The people's music I used to play some happy and some jealous
Cause I'm showered with cash and they can't remove they umbrellas
Uh
[music fades]
You hear it raining don't ya
You hear it rain

 

[fox69]

"Fatty Girl"
(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)

"Fatty Girl"
(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)



Na na na gonna have a good time
Na na na gonna have a good time
Hey hey hey

[Ludacris]
Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun
So sweet from the thighs to the cheek
Sex on the beach check the size of my meat
Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher
Sweet street pusher give me that gusher.. nasty stuff
Looker I took her..ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)
Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)
Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang
I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange
Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop
Take it to the floor back up and then drop
Effervescent.. time times of the essence
Make em undress in less then 3 seconds
So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin
Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin
Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin
Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg
can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league
Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk
Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk
Risky and clean crispy of creams
You lookin mighty fine in them jeans

[Chorus:]
All you brothas want a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl (who, me?)
You know I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl (what do ya mean?)
It means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl (fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl

[LL Cool J]
International baller baby...
Young birds in the coupe goin
(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)
Easy.. I feel greasy when you squeeze me
(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)
I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be
Havin young ladies bustin like 380's
Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers
Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers
Get it?.. glock dillingers
I'm big you small.. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall
Hair like brillo .. cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)
Naked in a tub of a jello.. still no competition
Still flow nigga listen
(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)
Amen .. its like a scene out of player's magazine
Let them other cats holla.. L will make you scream

[Chorus]

[Keith Murray]
This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods
To the chicks who don't and its still all good
Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8
You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it
Goodness gracious good god almighty
You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody
Toes all painted .. feet all out
Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt
Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin
Cater to yo every fantasy
You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced
necklace around yo waist toe rings
Girl do yo thing
I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful
And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle
Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary
Girl you don't know what you do to me
Ain't no doubt about it..
When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket
(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph
You can see that thang from the front
We gas those up like full service
and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis
And when you shake it.. you rock my world
I done died and went to heaven.. you got a fatty girl

[Chorus - repeat to the end]

 

[fox69]

"Feelin' So Sexy"

"Feelin' So Sexy"


Ring...
Ring...

[Luda]
Hello?

[Shawnna]
what's up?

[Luda]
what's up baby?

[Shawnna]
I need you right now...

[Luda]
What you doing?

[Chorus]
I'm all alone in my room,
layin' on my bed sheets,
come undress me,
I'm feelin' so sexy...
(you feelin' so sexy?)
I'm feelin' so sexy...
come undress me,
I'm feelin' so sexy...

My body's so tight,
and I'm needin' you to strech me,
come undress me,
I'm feelin' so sexy...
(you feelin' so sexy?)
I'm feelin' so sexy... (ha ha)
come undress me,
I'm feelin' so sexy...

[Luda]
Well I'm way over on the south side,
cruisin' in the lac,
but Imma make it to your crib,
in about four minutes flat...
Keep talkin' how you talkin',
baby what you got on?

[Shawnna]
I got a black lace bra,
leather boots and a thong,

[Luda]
Well I'll be there in a double,
expect when I step through the door
that it's about to be
some mother fuckin' trouble...

[Shawnna]
Oooo what you gonna do?

[Luda]
Sweat you out til' you thirsty,
pin your body to the ground,
and have you beggin' for mercy...

[Shawnna]
Oooo baby wait a minute,
you in my head,
If I walk away from dreamin',
I'd see you in my bed,
'til you makin' me uhh...
and you makin' me yeah...
now hurry up and make it to me,
'cause you makin' me wet...

[Luda]
I'm drivin' fast as I can,
baby hold it together,
'cause when I get you in my arms,
Imma hold you forever,
get you wet as niagra falls,
A rebel with a cause,
I'll be breakin down the doors,
so tell me where you are...

[Chorus]
I'm all alone in my room,
layin' on my bed sheets,
come undress me,
I'm feelin' so sexy...
(you feelin' so sexy?)
I'm feelin' so sexy...
come undress me,
I'm feelin' so sexy...

My body's so tight,
and I'm needin' you to strech me,
come undress me,
I'm feelin' so sexy...
(you feelin' so sexy?)
I'm feelin' so sexy... (ha ha)
come undress me,
I'm feelin' so sexy...

[Luda]
See you got me
eagar as a beaver,
see this the type shit get you
the keys to the beemer,
or some cheese if ya need it ,
'cause you got that good good,
you love it how I beat it
like you stole it
when you throw it
'cause we keep it hood hood,
and I wish you would would,
be my slave for the night,
we can turn the bed room
into my cave for the night...

[Shawnna]
I'll be your favorite delight,
and make me call you daddy,
while I'm takin' the pipe,
You makin' me bite,
I think you push it too deep,
I need that type of lovein'
that'll put you to sleep,
I wish you could see...

[Luda]
well I can see it if you want me to,
we can get the camera,
we can role play,
you the artist, I'll be ya manager,
you can be the nurse,
I'm the doctor (Doc' feel me in),
play cops and robbers,
or cowboy and indians,
In the end,
lets say you won't know what hit cha',
Now I'm pullin' in the drive way,
and commin' to get cha'...

[Chorus]
I'm all alone in my room,
layin' on my bed sheets,
come undress me,
I'm feelin' so sexy...
(you feelin' so sexy?)
I'm feelin' so sexy...
come undress me,
I'm feelin' so sexy...

My body's so tight,
and I'm needin' you to strech me,
come undress me,
I'm feelin' so sexy...
(you feelin' so sexy?)
I'm feelin' so sexy... (ha ha)
come undress me,
I'm feelin' so sexy...

[Shawnna]
Hey baby

[Luda]
What's up?

[Shawnna]
Took you long enough

[Luda]
Yeah, Imma' make it worth the wait though... Lay down

[Shawnna]
Yeah

[Luda]
Mmm hmm

[Shawnna]
ohh

[Luda]
yeah

 

[fox69]

"Freaky Thangs"
(feat. Jagged Edge, Twista)

"Freaky Thangs"
(feat. Jagged Edge, Twista)



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 soft as 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 style 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?

 

[fox69]

"Freedom Of Preach"
(feat. Bishop Eddie Lee Long)

"Freedom Of Preach"
(feat. Bishop Eddie Lee Long)



[Intro]
Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend)
We gon' do another off in right now
We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes
And we gon' do one mo', right after that
Yes, women you lookin so very beautiful here today
Some of you with the same thang on from the club last night
The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away
Oh Lord Jesus I wish you'd taketh away Sister Mary's wig
Oh you disrespectin the House of God with that thing
It don't even look real; aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify

[Ludacris]
Lord, please forgive me for the mistakes I've made
And thanks for keepin my momma safe when she wrecked my Escalade
See I could replace a Cadillac but I can't replace my momma
I'm sorry for the hip-hop beefs, we sorry for the drama
But you gotta understand us rappers ain't never had nothin
And one's loss is another's gain so we gotta grab somethin
Lord, got so many questions I need the answers to
And sorry for the thangs I put my baby's mama through
I feel that women are really the strongest human beings
but why do you make 'em so emotional, and other minor things
I guess it's your way of sayin we gotta love 'em and gotta praise 'em
cause without 'em we'd be nothin, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em
while we, out and about and seein what life has to offer
But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin sense
And I've been...

[Chorus One]
Searchin so looooong, I was lost in the clouds
I'm tryna stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud
It took me some tiiiiime, but now I see
That Heeeee resiiiiides, in me yeahhhhh yeah

[Ludacris]
Lord, forgive me for anytime a fan said I was bein rude
I'm only human, I'm not always in the best of moods
But thanks for givin the gift of rap to write my feelings down
And sorry for cursin sometimes but feelings make me shout 'em out
Forgive the people that wanna blame everything on rap music
If they didn't live it they can't relate or even adapt to it
Forgive those who don't think I'm great and wanna see me go
Forgive Oprah for editin most my comments off her show
Don't get me wrong, I know some people got a image to hold
But those who criticize the youth might just be gettin too old
We still travellin through life, findin what's right or wrong
I know some folks may not agree or even like this song
But I'm just speakin MY truth, cause I heard it sets you free
And my conversation's with God, even though he speaks through me
I'm smarter cause of my daughter, and I'm NOT too dense
I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin sense
And I've been...

[Chorus One]

[Ludacris - over Chorus One]
I've been searchin so long
I admit that I've been lost in them clouds
I'm just tryna stay strong baby
You know I'ma make you proud
I know life is full of contradictions
I'm tryna become a better man
Prayin for redemption, each and every day

(Hallelujah, as the choir sings)

[Chorus Two: sung by choir]
Searchin so looooong (so long) lost in the clouuuuuds (in the clouds)
Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud!
Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee (oh now I see)
Heeeee resiiiides, in me (yeah)

(Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest in the house tonight
Came with some words of encouragement, Bishop Eddie Long)

[Chorus Two - repeat 2X, minus ad libs]

[Outro: Bishop Eddie Lee Long]
What you just heard is real life
It's real life for you, it's real life for many
It's about where you been, yet at the same time you
Ay, you find yourself, in the midst of conflict and turmoil
Yes I'm talkin to you, in the midst of conflict and turmoil
Cause you realize HEY - it's, time to change right now
And in the middle of that I wanna say this
The Bible says that when I was a child, I spoke as a child
I understood as a child, I fought as a child
Hey, but when I became a man
I put away those, childish things
Did you not know that your environment has shaped you?
Where you were born, in the projects, in the ghettoes
In the upper downtown, wherever it was
The people around you, the things around you
cause you to do strange things because, you were seeking to learn
But what you learned, was on the streets, and not in the book
God called you a prophet
When you open up your mouth, everything of God comes out
And it commands attention, it commands change
I'm talking about the power, that's inside of you
And in the midst when you're, starting to understand
that I caught the wrong message, and now it's time
I'm hearing from God, what amazing experience, as you hear from God
He said, "Is there forth any man be in Christ, he is a new creation"
Old things are passed away, somebody needs to hear that and behold
Everything becomes new, and when everything becomes new in you
It's time to stop the killing
I said it's time to stop the stealing
It's time to stop disrespecting our women
It's time for us to come home and raise our children
It's time for us, to really mold our communities
It's time for us, not to get hooked up in religion
But to get hooked up in relationship, with God
And the amazing thing about it
is wherever you find yourself right now, you can confess
and you can tell God "I'm sorry;
I had the wrong cue, I was doing the wrong thing
I was going after things that I thought were right, but it wasn't right
And now that I'm getting it right, I'm asking you to forgive me
And I may have done the things, that they said I did
But I'm not, who they say I am; I am who you made me to be
and I'm changing in that, and it takes a few moments
But every time I fall down, I'll get right back up
And every time I make a wrong turn, I'll get myself back in line
Because I recognize, I have been called, for such a time as this!"
You can't resist the change
And you're not condemned by your yesterday
If you can grab hold of your now, and move in your destiny
Move, change, and be, now!

[Chorus Three: sung by choir]
Searchin so looooong, lost in the clouuuuuds
Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud!
Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee
Heeeee resiiiides (Heeee resiiiides) in me (in me yeahhhhh)

 

[fox69]

"Furiously Dangerous"
(feat. Slaughterhouse & Claret Jai)

"Furiously Dangerous"
(feat. Slaughterhouse & Claret Jai)



[Hook: Claret Jai]
We’re so furiously dangerous

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lot of green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay packer
I pack the zero’s
Meaning mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin’ on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other boys double up
‘Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin’, or playin’ double dutch
I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Let me tell this to the people not understandin’ my moxy
Animal, watch me
if you think it’s ?, stop me
But then I hit ‘em with a flow, that they can’t even copy
See, we don’t play that
Where I’m from it’s like fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, thugs want a war
Bad jean, what you want to trade slugs with ‘em for
While you cuffin’ em more, I’m stuffin’ the jaw
Illegal for you to reworking Kevin Love on the board, dog?
You and your skills ? on my squad
I put you on a crash course in a smart car
Going speeding not relying on the brake pad
The car you still drive on the race track
So you lying bout your feelings and the Maybach?
A ghost tail for the Phantoms, face facts?
We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback
In the shape of a tatt, you done faded to black
GO…

[Hook: Claret Jai]

[Verse 3 - Royce da 5'9'']
I went from eating top ramen to being top rhymer
Check full of commas
No regrets except for the drama
I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong direction
Now it’s time ya bow down in ?
Writ in my honour cause bitch I’m bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous? girl
She on E, feeling on me, singing on key
While I’m bumping We Are The World
Got a sniff from Britney, no he didn’t did he
“We run this town”
No he didn’t did he
I feel like tinting the glass,
You take a sip with me
She from the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Demand like a black man tryna get re-elected
He ain't get it, did he?

[Hook: Claret Jai]

[Joell Ortiz]
? to the pedal
Pedal to the floor
Just whippin’ it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I’m settling the score
I don’t know what ya’ll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter fact
I don’t know what you’re waiting for
I ain't finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I speak is hot
But don't be mad at least everything you speak is…
I can’t think of nothing nice to say, you’re not nice okay

[Crooked I]
Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur
My shit fly like I’m launching manure
Lord of the underground, God of the saw
On Hennessy black, ? to the jaw
Yeah I’m off the block
This ain't work, call me “I’m off the block”
I’m a syllable, Hannibal, killer cannibal
With a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable ammo
Lyrical and I’m off the top
Rep that West till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe boys
New gold Rolls Royce, fall off the lot
Cock me, the only way you can stop me
I’m top seed, I pop green at my speed
So watch me, if you haven’t seen the phenomenom
I speak fast as Lamborghini’s in Ramadan

[Hook]

[Outro]
I suggest you shut it down
Pack your ‘ish and turn around
Because tonight, we run this town
So let your feet, still swiftly hit the ground

[Ludacris]
We too dangerous for the World