Ludacris

[fox69]

"Game Got Switched"

"Game Got Switched"


[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
I hate it when it's too many niggaz, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my dick, BEOTCH!!

[Verse 1]
I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOL
We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels
No holds barred but obey the block rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anyone like ya (HELL NAW!!)
I treat humans like students (FAIL Y'ALL)
So turn ya books to page 69 and start suckin
When Organized drop the tracks then start duckin
When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin
[Girl:] You wanna be startin some'n
Get out the booth
and lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down do's
Save all the H20 for front rows
Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes
Stay chromed out and that's on or off road
If you know what I mean proceed to stay clean
Light skinded nigga turn red but get green
Inhale some of that 'dro but blow steam
Love a combination big ass and tight jeans

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
[Girl:] Boy you done lost yo' mind
No I've lost my virginity
And I shot click like that fool shot Kennedy
What's the remedy Hennessey Coke
If you cut all your money you'd still be half broke
Ashes to ashes smoke or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get choked
If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke
Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope
So now we eatin lobster shrimp and things
And watch for imposters that's been in the game
We invented the game and y'all just got hip
[Dude:] Man what's that smell
PROBABLY YO UPPER LIP
Cause I love to walk around like my shit don't stank
Even if it's cigars and that purple color dank
Chillin in the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks
So put this in yo' jaw like weiners 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 hoe and I like to get laid
Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats
I'm on the right page but what's my format
I wave to the ocean cause I'm where shores at
And women go nuts just like my bozack
Did you know that? Man I'm the gift of change
Electric stoves so give me the keys to the Range
Shagadelic, beautiful but strange
Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flames
Rearrange, same broad different night
Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right
The bomb threaten dude that's on yo same flight
The highlight's that I live a high ass life

[Chorus - 3X (w/ minor variations)]

 

[fox69]

"Georgia"
(feat. Jamie Foxx)

"Georgia"
(feat. Jamie Foxx)



Georgia, Georgia
Georgia, Georgia

[Chorus 2x]
We on the grind in... Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin on my mind but... Georgia
We ain't playin witcha

Country Name
Country Slang
Fiens at the liquor store
Lac Cruisin
Crap Shootin
50 on the 10 to 4
Overcast the forecast
Shows clouds from plenty dro
And we ready for war in the state of... Georgia
Dirty Words
Dirty Birds
It's mean in the dirty south
If you ever disrespect it then we'll clean out your dirty mouth
Bulldawgs is clockin
These look out boys is hawkin
You gotta be brave in the state of... Georgia
I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone
And tell somebody you need help in the middle of... Georgia
We some ATL thrashers
Scope your pumpkin and smasha
We'll come through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster
Don't know who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit
Thats why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of... Georgia

[Chorus 2x]
We on the grind in... Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin on my mind but... Georgia
We ain't playin witcha

I'm from the home of the neck bones, black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens
We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee
GA the peach state where we stay
My small city's called Albany... Georgia
Pecan country like catfish with grits
Candy yams and chitlins
Gram's homemade baked biscuits
The land of classical Caprices and Impala super sports
Ingredients in the peach cobbler called... Georgia
I love the women out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New York
The beaches in MIA
But they ain't nothin like that GA red clay
Look on your map, we right above Florida
Next to Bama
Under the Carolinas and Tennesse you'll see... Georgia
Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train
The birthplace of Martin Luther King
Where ass so plump and hips are thick
Where Lac trucks sit on 26's
Know where your going or your get lost
Found on these plum trees in the south
These choppas will tomahawk your top down here in... Georgia

[Chorus 2x]
We on the grind in... Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin on my mind but... Georgia
We ain't playin witcha

Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map,
Where the wet paint drip jelly on pirelliz an the chrome on the Chevy when I'm choppin in the trap
Country as hell, dey sum warriorz, told sum to spray sumthan the same shape as Florida,
Lookin for me boy, ya find me, outta Dougherty County in a small city call'd Albany... Georgia
Where dey use to call us sum bamas,
An now dey jockin da grammar
Watch ya mouf unless you out foe sum mannar,
Bunch of hustlaz run on every corna like the Waffle house in Atlanta
R.I.P Camoflauge out in Savannah... Georgia
Now u might come foe vacachun,
Leave on probachun
Home of da strip club,
Known foe da thyck gulz
Where da chickz put tipz in da tip cup,
Of thyck chick in a thong wit a big butt
When it gettin on, won't b cheap when it on like peachtree,
Make a chick take it off like freaknik, down here in... Georgia
When you see dem confederate flagz ya know wut it iz,
Ya folkz pick cotton here datz y we call it da field
I got a Chevrolet on 26'zzz,
I'm frum GA.. .GA... Georgia

[Chorus 2x]
We on the grind in... Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin on my mind but... Georgia
We ain't playin witcha

 

[fox69]

"Get Back"

"Get Back"


[Intro]
Heads Up! Heads Up! Here's another one.. and a.. and a.. another one.

[Chorus]
(Yeek-Yeek Woop-Woop) Why you all in my ear? Talkin' a whole bunch a shit that I ain't tryin to hear.
Get Back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that!
(Yeek-Yeek Woop-Woop) I ain't playin' around.. Make one false move, I'll take you down.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that!

[Verse 1]
So, so, come on, come on. DON'T get swung on, swung on. It's the knick-knack-patty-whack still riding cadillacs. Family
off the streets, made my homies put the baggies back. (Whoo!) Still stackin' plaques (yep), still action-packed (yep), and
dope.. I keep it flippin' like acrobats. That's why I pack a mack, that'll crack a back, cause on my waist, there's more
heat than the shaq-attack! But I ain't speakin' about ballin', jus' thinkin' about brawlin' 'til y'all start ballin'. We
all in together now, birds of a feather now, jus' bought a plane so we changin' the weather now. So put your brakes on,
cats put your capes on, and knock off your block, get dropped, and have your face blown. Cause I'll prove it, scratch off
the music, like hey little stupid, don't make me looose it!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I came (I came), I saw (I saw), I hit him right dead in the jaw (in the jaw). [x4]

See I caught him with a right hook, caught him with a jab, caught him with an upper cut, kicked him in his ass. Sent him
on his way cause I ain't for that talk, and no trips to the county.. I ain't for that walk! We split like 2 pins at the
end of a lane, we'll knock out your spotlight and put end to your fame. Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo' chain, and put
the booty of a swish at the end of a flaamme.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Hey, you want WHAT with me?!
I'm gonna tell you one time,
don't FUCK with me!
Get down!
Cause I ain't got nothin' to lose,
and I'm havin a bad day,
don't make me take it out on you!
[x2]

Maann, cause I don't wanna do that. I wanna have a good time and enjoy my Jack.. sit back and watch the women get drunk
as hell, so I can wake up in the morning with a story to tell. I know it's been a little while since I've been out the
house, but now I'm here.. you wanna stand around runnin' yo' mouth? I can't hear nothing you sayin' or spittin', so what's
up? Don't you see we in the club?, man shut the fuck up!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Ah! We in the red light district!
Ah! We in the red light district!
Whoo! We in the red light district!
Ah! We in the red light district!
Whoo! We in the red light district!
Whoo! The red light district!
Whoo! The red light district..
Ah! The red light district..

 

[fox69]

"Get Lit"

"Get Lit"


When the liquor get up in me
When the liquor get up in me
When the liquor get up in me
When the liquor get up in me

I'm a motherfuckin' beast (When the liquor get up in me)
Tell these niggas clear the streets (When the liquor get up in me)
I'll be all up in my zone (When the liquor get up in me)
I ain't never going home (When the liquor get up in me)

[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT

Ima drink until I'm drunk (drunk), smoke until I'm high (high)
Hustle till I ball (ball), get money till I die (die)
These haters want my paper and the snakes is out to get me
So when I leave this bitch I'm taking everything with me
With my wrist glowing and my fist throwing
And my Lamborghini Aventador sneak it on the block
Been going and I been flowing I gotta say that Ludacris, a nigga never gonna stop
Hanging with women that's loving them drugs
Neighborhood call me the plug of the plug
Poppin' a pill and then jump in the tub
We buy out the bar, we buy out the club
Got a black, AMX, I left home, no Visa
Talk money, and my money, talk back, like Caesar
Mix soda, with the syrup, we be leaning like the Tower of Pisa
And if y'all don't fuck with us, then we don't fuck with y'all either

I'm a motherfuckin' beast (When the liquor get up in me)
Tell these niggas clear the streets (When the liquor get up in me)
I'll be all up in my zone (When the liquor get up in me)
I ain't never going home (When the liquor get up in me)

[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT

I'm talking 1 shot, 2 shots, 3 shots, 4
How many shots to hit the motherfucking floor
You sipping man, quit tripping man, stop acting like a ho
Waitress said another round? I said you already know

You see I started from nothing and made it up outta the hood
Dollar and a dream and I made what I could
Fifty to a hundred, then a hundred to a grand
Then a grand to a milli, nigga really what's good
Its wood in the whip the wood like a wood shop
Neighbor's all think that I cook rocks
No peace in the streets
Really got me thinking ain't no such thing as a good cop
My neck froze and my ice steel
Flows, rappers just bite still
Platinum plaques, three Grammy's
I'd said I Made It like Mike Will
With coupes all on that freeway
Pockets on Gabby Sidibe
Got cake and women blowing like everyday is my b-day

We be getting mighty bold (When the liquor get up in her)
She be sliding down that pole (When the liquor get up in her)
She be shaking it for daddy (When the liquor get up in her)
Getting freaky in the Caddy (When the liquor get up in her)

[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT

She dragging a mink coat got peter pissed its a pity
A titans like Tennessee but she chiefing like Kansas City
She love it when she get tipsy and strip to the core essentials
With her legs sprawled out like the Air Jordan's symbols
She be twenty thousand feet in my apartment in the sky
Y'all hoes just drink and drive, my woman just drink and fly
She a lady in the street ain't nothing fake about her booty
She call me for special ops, I told her that's my Call of Duty

We be getting mighty bold (When the liquor get up in her)
She be sliding down that pole (When the liquor get up in her)
She be shaking it for daddy (When the liquor get up in her)
Getting freaky in the Caddy (When the liquor get up in her)

[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT

 

[fox69]

"Get Off Me"
(feat. Pastor Troy)

"Get Off Me"
(feat. Pastor Troy)



[Ludacris & Pastor Troy]
what (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
I (I ), I (I ), I (I ), I (I )
[Pastor Troy]
OK, come on, what
[Ludacris & Pastor Troy]
what (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oohhhh)

[Chorus: Ludacris]
Get off me, but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
[repeat 2x]

[Luda] You wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me
cause you weigh too dusty, and rusty, and musty
[Troy] You betta shop that make you pop up from lock up
but you tell your folks to hold you're jack up to back up (to back up)
[Luda] I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room
[Troy] It ain't nothinnnnn
[Luda] A a watch out watch out, boom
Call me the hit man, 'cuz I make you wanna call time-out
Then I make your mom cry-out, when I take your whole spine out
then watch me take ya, and fake ya, and shake ya, and break ya
and see you on hoooome to your maker
[Troy] You should give up now for talkin shit like that
But then you nothing, you garbage you betta' watch ya' back

[Chorus]

[Troy] (OK, OK now)
[Luda] I'm in that 2000 excursion
[Troy] Ridin on 22's, I hear da boom
[Luda] But booms just get more crunk
[Troy] It's the DSGB forever
[Luda] Ridin on pump
[Troy] I stunk, or did I say stunk, I meant stank (UN huh)
I think I'll take it please, or in another coffee break
you aint, but you can pretend to be homey
[Luda] I'm stiff arming these busters just as soon they get on me

[Chorus: repeat 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Get The Fuck Back"
(feat. Fate Wilson, I-20, Shawna)

"Get The Fuck Back"
(feat. Fate Wilson, I-20, Shawna)



[intro I-20]
What the fuck's up!
DTP in this mother fucker
And for all ya'll that don't like it
Do one thing, get the fuck back
'Cause all my niggas iz ready
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna
Let's show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace
Get the fuck back, bitch
[shooting and screaming in the background]

[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[I-20]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
D-low make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

Bronson, mutha fucker, give me more than three feet
DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep
Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters
Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers
How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke
Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way
I'll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee

[Ludacris]
I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways
Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots)
See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass
Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass

[Fate]
I'm from the southside, College Park
G Road, niggas gone
Ride when the beef starts
Don't hold back, let the heat spark
One's through his vest, one's through his chest
Sleepy hollows put the niggas to rest, uh

[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[Shawna]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Shaw make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

What you know about projects, hoes, and murda
whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface
Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock
Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop
Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop
But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga

[Ludacris]
We pop bottles, bottles,
right over you head, niggas
Put nozzles, nozzles
Right over your leg, niggas
Our motto, motto
Is kill 'em instead, niggas
We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas

[I-20]
All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed
The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half
But I use a full clip, cuz I'm a full fledged killa
Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer

[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[Fate]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Fate make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

We the filthy niggas from the South, A-Town represent us
Strong armin' motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle
You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixed tapes
Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape
You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood oze
I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse
Just keep on pissin me off, like a week kidney
And you will find your family reading your obituary

[Ludacris]
These people tryin' to scrub the red off
Stains they don't get off
They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off
Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin head off

[Shawna]
I got a letter from the government, the other day
They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay
They on their way, three minutes to get the k
Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and imma spray

[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[Shawna]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[Repeat 2x - 1st time Ludacris, 2nd time Fate]
Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, imma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change

 

[fox69]

"Girls Gone Wild"

"Girls Gone Wild"


[Intro]
10, 9, 8, 7
6, 5, 4, 3
2, 1 (uhh)

[Ludacris]
Never scared to be different
The improviser was put into existance
For in-stance, this is me
What did you expect from the 5th LP
Gone for a minute now I'm back again
Back to back, back to break backs again
Put 'em in the back seat of the 'Llac again
And rip off the Magnum packagin
What's happenin, I'm lookin for some girls gone willllld (gone willlld)
I'm just tryin to make these girls all smilllle (all smilllle)
And I'm gonna make 'em dance, so I
Can see 'em shake they ass, then I'll
Put 'em in a trance, 'til I
Get 'em out them pants, then I'll
Take 'em to a level that they mighta never been to befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo' you'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know - ME!
Fearless like Jack the Ripper
Hip-Hop needs help so I'm back to flip up
Flip and run 'em back cause I'm back to stick her
And flow up on the track like it's full of li-QUOR!

[Chorus: Ludacris]
You're feelin kinda warm, like you was havin (sex)
You're wetter than a storm, like you was taxin (X)
Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise
So baby close your eyes, are you ready for what's (next?)

[Ludacris]
You lookin at rap's most consistant
Man, whatever they cain't do I can
What they wanna be in the future, I am
A hip-hop mogul's right where I stannnnd
God damn I'm good!
Stretchin out the limits of music, I should
Do it like I know and how only I could
Do it like a pro and how only I woullllld
Still I'm lookin for some girls gone willllld (gone willlld)
I'm just tryin to make these girls all smilllle (all smilllle)
And I'm gonna pour Patron, 'til I
Get 'em in the zone, then I'll
Get 'em all alone, 'til I
Make 'em wanna bone, then I'll
Take 'em to a level that they mighta never been to befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo' you'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know - ME!
L-U to the D-A-C
To the R-I-S and yeah that's me
A gift to read minds, got E.S.P.
Hottest thing on the go since PSP's

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Wow, MC's I bake 'em
Put me in a circle of homies and I'ma break 'em
Mighta took your brain I'm in it to process
Take the whole game, I'm in it to top this
Just figured out that I'm ahead of my time
With a flow so fast I'm ahead of my rhyme
Your clock is off-beat, better set it to mine
With a six-year run havin a hell of a time
Cauuuuse I'm always lookin for some girls gone willllld (gone willlld)
I'm just tryin to make these girls all smilllle (all smilllle)
And I'm gonna get 'em high, 'til I
Make 'em touch the sky, then I'll
Make 'em wonder why, why
Why am I so fly, cause I
Take 'em to a level that they mighta never been to befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo' you'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know - ME!
A millionaire with extra paper
If you haven't heard, go and ask a neighbor
I'm like hot sauce with extra flavor
So put it on your tongue for your mouth to SAVOR!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Go 2 Sleep"
(feat. Infamous 2-0, Lil' Fate, Three-6 Mafia)

"Go 2 Sleep"
(feat. Infamous 2-0, Lil' Fate, Three-6 Mafia)



[Hook 3x]
GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep, GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep
IF YOU'RE TIRED BE QUIET AND GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep

[Ludacris]
Maaan, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense
Read in between that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent
Then about where your time spent
Mess around get your guys hit; a ten HUUUT!
I send Three-Six ol' sheeyit, nigga WHAT?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But you you won't wrap up ya bandages, or heal you wound

[Infamous 2-0]
Nigga I got shotty's and semi's - I love 'dro and Henne' ?
All brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many
I got QP's and halves - if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask 'Cris, I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much; I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mr. Crayola; niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine

[Hook 4x]

[Crunchy Black]
Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors
I look for div-idends - I ain't lookin' for you hoes
You bitch can't com-prehend; let me put one in your boot
Let me put one in your boat, so you ? can go to sleep
So, lay down bitch; gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boi
It don't mean a thing, boi, for me that ain't gon' swing, boi
Them god damn toys; do you know what I mean, boi?

[DJ Paul]
Now if you warrin' and runnin' from them Three-Six niggas
This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga
Or bustin' massive 'round some S.K.
My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yo' cascade
I'm strippin' bitches and I'm a ball fucker with a limp
They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp
And quick to sink her on the nigga 'cause this what it's 'bout
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth
We Memphis niggas

[Hook 4x]

[Juicy J]
North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mound
Nigga we be smokin' life; never shut ya Charlie Brown
Memphis niggas in this bitch; pockets full, ya know we bail
Hooked up with my nigga 'Cris, then we head to A-T-L
Players wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "Fuck you hoe!"
Nigga rollin' optimos, as long that white shit up they nose
Mayn this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fuck; catch me in the lost and found

[Lil' Fate]
Better use common sense checkin' me out for bitch I can stand for
And up, get yourself in this clique
Without my tongue licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a slut
Look, I'm from Gittero what?
Southside niggas throw it up when it's time to get buck
Niggas in the back of the club postin' up
Waitin' for a nigga that's new to make it up
Ass in, ain't no askin'; it's no tolerance as long bitch check in
She wit' me, comments will only get you basically eternally resting
So abide by the call of the streets
If ya got a bitch better keep her on a leash
?Cause Lil Fate gonna creep in ya home while you gone
Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets

[Hook 4x]

 

[fox69]

"Gold Digger"
(feat. Bobby V, Lil' Fate)

"Gold Digger"
(feat. Bobby V, Lil' Fate)



[Luda]
Ow! Track-stars woo...hey... DTP
Let's Go

[Chorus: Bobby v]
She's dangerous,(Uh huh) super bad. (OK)
Better watch out she'll take ya cash.
She's a gold... digger. [x2]

She's dangerous (alright) super bad (uh huh)
Better watch out she'll take ya cash.
She's a gold... digger [x2]

[Luda]
Yeah, shes a money magnet, smell a dollar bill in ya clothes.
Gold digger style from her head to her toes
You here me saying no don't mess with the stress
She's out to get ya dough none more none less
Shes lookin' for a prize, man you killing me
Acting like you don't see the dollar signs in her eyes
She wants her nails done, and her hair too
Plus a diamond necklace, thats all on you
You still can't see it, yeah you a sucka
If you do it homeboy man i couldn't be it
Hypnotised by her goodlooks?
Yeah maybe, but a victim for a good crook? Nope not me!
Consider yourself worn so you can stay.
Or you can stick to my rhyme and get the heck away!
Either way, go figure, shes a gold digger.
Gettin' close as your bank row grows bigger

[Bobby V]
She's dangerous, super bad,
Better watch out she'll take ya cash.
She's a gold digger..
She's a gold digger..
[Repeat Chorus]

[Lil' Fate]
You gotcha way witha beauty
A treat with a brain
When she look at you she only see "ching-ching"
Mil around your neck, mil around your arms
A championship ring, she must be a bowla hard
She turns on the leader, as soon as you need her
Once you bite the bait, you look mighty thico
When money talks she ticks like F.B.I
Ready to handcuff the right guy
Look you in the eye, and tell a boldface lie.
Scheming on the way to money yo, well ya tried
Guess its a game now, gotta watch who you trust
Like her because, its only out for your books
Ye sir, shes all about being paid
At the end of everyday its a fine new grade,
What more can i say? But the wires up front
Better watch out, she'll leave yah with insuffiant

[Chorus X2]

[Bobby V]
She's so physical.
I say movie stars you better watch your back
She'll be spending up your cheque
Oh yeah. For the growin... just won't stop
Will be rotting in your eyes

She's a...Gold digga, gold digga, gold digga yeah.

[Luda]
She's dreaming scheming on a way to get your dough
She hit the lottery now hit the flow, you just don't know
because you got got and thats for show

[Lil' Fate]
Oh eyah she's a superstar chick
But don't fool with her unless you got miles of risk
She's a pimpstress runnin' more game than the Olympics
to cease your assests like the I.R.S
Aha uh uh huh

[Chorus (Repeat till fade)]

 

[fox69]

"Good Lovin'"
(feat. Miguel)

"Good Lovin'"
(feat. Miguel)



[Miguel:]
I keep dwellin' on the past, babe
Know what I need, yeah

[Miguel:]
I need some real good lovin'
Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Cause ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me

[Ludacris:]
It's better to love and then lost than to never have loved at all
If that was true I wouldn't be drinking this alcohol
Every relationship failed to take a toll on you
Especially when you had hoes and area codes on you
Is it easier to erase my memories
At a point when most of my past women became my enemies?
Some on the fence, some befriended me
But when we see each other it's gon' be some weird energy
I'm sorry that we couldn't make it work
Believe in your heart, I never intended to make you hurt
Now they see me on the blogs with my new girl
Friends talking 'bout "that's supposed to be you, girl"

[Miguel:]
I need some real good lovin'
Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Cause ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me

[Ludacris:]
I got a empty hole in my chest
How do I fill it? Somebody give a prescription
I guess I gotta learn to live with regrets
Pay for mistakes and your exes take a commission
But what's a percent off the top when you hit the bottom
After you break up wondering how to live without 'em?
Need solutions, less problems
Cause if love will drive you crazy I belong in the insane asylum
Hear the rain, feel the pain inside 'em
Kinda lost, need someone to guide 'em
It's nothin' worse than feelin' alone
But I'll admit to feelin' better when I'm hearing this song, it goes

[Miguel:]
I need some real good lovin'
Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Cause ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me

[Miguel:]
So I, dwelling on the past, all the moments on repeat, baby
Playing empty songs when I'm blowing my high
Feeding my heart to a lion called guilt on an empty bed
On an empty bed
Dwelling on the past, all the moments on repeat
Playing empty songs when I'm blowing my high
Feeding my heart to a lion called guilt on an empty bed
While I lose my mind
So you know what I need

[Miguel:]
I need some real good lovin'
Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Cause ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me