Ludacris

[fox69]

"Grass Is Always Greener"

"Grass Is Always Greener"


Yeah
Did some movies and started missing this rap shit
Back to rap and starting missing them movies
Left these hoes to settle down with just one chick
Get with one chick started missing them groupies
Stop drinking for a year and I was all sober
Next year I got drunk and did it all over
Yesterday I quit smoking and swore I had enough
Till I smelt it in the club and had to take a puff
I got rich and learned life was a bitch
Now everybody's after all of my ends
(Get yo hand out my pocket!)
When I was broke all love from my folks
But nowadays I'm losing all of my friends let the story begin

[Hook x2:]
The grass is always greener on the other side
Always searching for another high
The grass is always greener on the other side
Caterpillar to a butterfly

Bye bye butterfly
Fly away
Bye bye butterfly
Fly away

Yeah
Start exercising and winning got me a six pack
Was eating healthy and did away with the junk
Then I got lazy and started to wanna kick back
My six pack reverted back to a gut
When I'm at the crib I'm mad I'm not at the club lit
When I'm at the club I'm mad I'm not at the crib
I used to be out partying every damn night
Now sometimes I'd rather be with my kids
I got checks gained a lot of respect now everywhere I go they holla my name (Luda!)
But sometimes wish that I was disguised for peace of mind over fortune and fame
Guess what I'm really saying

[Hook]

Yeah
Last year got the Ferrari that I always wanted
Drove it crazy got sick of it had to trade (Give me my Ac'!)
All my fans convinced me to grow my hair back
Grew it back then started missing my fade
I got hits start trippin' I wasn't underground
Got underground start trippin' I need hits (We outta here!)
When you down and people give you the runaround
But feels great to know who really gives a shit
You cut the grass and the snakes will show
And know your neighbor's fertilizer is fake (Don't let it fool ya!)
We always searching what we never had
Always ignoring what's in front of our face
We've been conditioned to think

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Grew Up A Screw Up"
(feat. Young Jeezy)

"Grew Up A Screw Up"
(feat. Young Jeezy)



[Notorious B.I.G. sample:] "I grew up a fucking screw-up
Got introduced to the game, to the game then fucking blew up"

[Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample repeated]
Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that's a product of they environment
Whether getting money legally or ILLEGALLY
We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man!
Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby
Got introduced to the game, I ain't took a breath yet
Let's go!

[Ludacris]
Ever since I was an embryo, waiting to shape up and ship out
Something in my brain said, "Wake up and kick out!"
Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out
Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out
Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out
Peace up, A-Town down and then I dipped out
And oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out
I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out
Somebody get him, the little nigga's out of control
Put a little bit of rum in my bottle I'll dream about diamonds and gold
Gold gold, to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent
The essence of adolescence got my body feeling freshen
freshing freshing, and it was a blessing to rhyme and start rapping
I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections
Still the best but now I'm grown with more range than a Texan
And I'm a heavyweight you niggas is lighter than my complexion

[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. sample variations repeat 4X]

[Young Jeezy]
Ayyyy
Y'all already know what it is
I'ma tell you nigga
C.T., know what it is, 'bout 17-5

Homey fronted me a sip, shit I made it a bird
That's seventeen and a half, all I need is the word
Say the, ice is cool but them pots is hot
You better cook slow but that money come fast
I got what you need I hope you brought all the cash
You know the kid pimping all over the world
A hundred carats got me all over your girl
YEAH, five freaks and my Gucci duffle bag
A corporate thug, I run with a Playaz Circle
I got a Field Mob that'll +Disturb+ your +Peace+
Blowing Sean Jay, all we do is smoke
Finish counting my bread and I was getting some head
What's up?

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
I'ma be all the way real with this, look
When I came into the game they ain't do nothing but doubt me
Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nothing without me
Picking up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown
Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that down
I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys
And five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpie's
From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions
From hanging on the block to throwing parties in the Hamptons
From, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought a
plane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTA
From dice on the curb to stacking up chips, but harder
From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your
women dawg I went from ashy to classy
Went from a, kiss on the cheek to doing the nasty
Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars
It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playing your cards
Boy!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Growing Pains"
(feat. Keon Bryce, Fate Wilson)

"Growing Pains"
(feat. Keon Bryce, Fate Wilson)



[Fate Wilson]
Okay, I remember the days
High rights, low lefts, Even Stevens and Fades
Troops Lotto and BK's those was the days
High tech boots spray paintin' with you name
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
They carry long chains
One gone but yo we miss ya'
Harris photos school shots can you remember
Bury him told his bitch go to the prom and die
Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5
When she disobeyed hand off clated craze
Just to reiterate dog those was the days
Fo' the invasions of haters I ain't cool to mile around
Use to get down at True Flavas bumpin Key Lo
Walkin' Damage, Cross Colors, and Paco
While Playboys stepped at talent shows
Prom nights tux and cane know its so cool
Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school)

[Chorus - Keon Bryce:]
We were trying so hard
Hard to survive
Cause eventhough we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And that's how it went
When we were kids

[Fate Wilson]
In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown
Hamwood and Diplomats
Played with Transformers, G.I. Joe's and Thundercats
We was lovin' that
Before to started jacking jacks
For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through
College Park after dark
Crown Victoria's police unmarked cars
Be aware... Wayne Williams was out there
But we didn't care kids was gettin' stabbed and ditched out there
To busy playin'...Double Dare
You touched shorty on the ass that's a bet
Want ya Kool-Aid and sugar smack ya hands and say sweat
It's mine now place it in my Louie Vaton pouch
Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch
Slout socks box Chevy Caprice
Hot knees cut the holes Disturbing The Peace
Wit no conscience broke niggas call em nonsense
No com-mission this is little fate payin' homage to College Park

[Chorus - Keon Bryce]

[Ludacris]
I had a Long John but no Silver
No gold or plat
I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back
With 2 sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches
And set fires in garbage pales and cabbage patches
A child of the corn been wild since I was born
Climbin' over barb wire clothes got torn
Shoes got muddy and my clique turned cruddy
Wherever I go they went they my buddies
I brush teef brush naps and cause treats
Dreamin' of Cadillac with wood wheels and plush seats
Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats
Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf
When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for ACTION!
Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one
Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys
And be with the people making all that goddamn noise

[Chorus - Keon Bryce (x2)]

 

[fox69]

"Hard Times"
(feat. Eightball & MJG, Carl Thomas)

"Hard Times"
(feat. Eightball & MJG, Carl Thomas)



[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)

[Verse One: Ludacris]
You never know how much you miss a person, until they gone
Like to hear it? Hear it go, I'm rehearsing, gotta sing my song
I know I've done some wrong, but I can't get right
Cause life is like a big fight
I'm stickin-and-movin, tryin to get my shit right
My family's been houndin me, friends they done turned against me
Kinda like they hearts was on a full tank, but now they empty
And they say I've changed, but like twins I'm just the same
It's because of my job, mo' money mo' prob in this dirty game
This industry FUCKED UP
That's right I said it, and it's fake as ever
Keep real niggaz around me, stay "Space Age 4 Eva"
Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree
But if you looked down from heaven, you'd still be proud of me
Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by
I didn't shed no tears when you left me
but the rest of the family cried
Trials and tribulations, ruined my concentration
Losin my patience, hard times for goodness sake'n

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Eightball]
As this Valium slowly starts to kick in
Them subconcious, subliminal thoughts, start tickin
This whole world around me, diseased, and crumblin
Babies doin dope cause daddy did it right in front of them
Everybody wanna blame music for they bad kids
Sittin up in the court talkin 'bout Eminem made me do what I did
My own hard times rolled in like the fog
Try to think of others, but I can't get past my own thoughts
My momma, in 1967, pickin cotton
While other blacks was gettin liberated, boycottin
My old man was a player, ain't no hidin that
He started tootin then he graduated to smokin crack
I never saw him, never needed to see that muh'fucker
He left me and my mother stuck down here in this fuckin gutter
I tattoed it on my arm so I can't forget it
It's in my mind and my heart so I'm forever with it

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: MJG]
A drum machine, the old fo'-track, and a pack of new tapes
In the middle of, 1988, in a corner cafe
We made beats, and hung with old heads, and stayed out late at night
Do talent shows, fo'-way split the dough, that was our way of life
My momma stayed, home full time so she could raise me
Knowin without a, household father, things could get crazy
Sometimes I listened, sometimes I thought I knew it all
But nevertheless, momma was with me through it all
I graduated out of nothin, not out of school, it was like
12, 13, 14 years I'm thinkin cool
I might as well, be focusin on me tryin to get paid
Usin these rhymes I've been writin since in the 7th grade
Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage
It was just like a piece of pussy
It fucked me long as I stayed
But still I prayed, Lord I'm tryin now please help me out the water
It can't get no harder
Help me to get back up and get my shit tomorrow

[Chorus - 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Hell Of A Night"

"Hell Of A Night"


[Intro:]
It's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night
Mustard on the beat, ho
Luda!

[Verse 1:]
Rollin down the highway
Nothing for me to do but smoke, it's habitual Friday
Break it down, spread it out, nigga roll up
And let's see what they about, call them hoes up
Ludacris, man these bitches want my last name
Sippin slow but I'm drivin all in the fast lane
Get the fuck up out my way, man, move bitch
And hoodie yappin if you never wanna do shit
I'm all about it, get yo mind right
Been making money since before I was in the lime light
Grind like – bitch, wussup!
Top down but I feel like getting fucked up
I get high but the bass low
A real nigga, watch a woman wanna shake fo
When you shake it for a baller better shake it right
'Cause it's about to be a hell of a night

[Bridge:]
It's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night

[Hook:]
I'm fucked up – I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up – I'm fucked up
I'm high as hell – I'm high as hell
I'm high as hell – I'm high as hell
(It's about to be a hell of a night)

[Verse 2:]
Club packed and one nigga and they drink on
Just lookin for a reason to get they freak on
Catch me up in the VIP and it's roaped off
To keep raggedy ass hoes off
Then I'm bout to have a smoke off
Rich nigga but I'm tryna get broke up
Turn it up as I make the beat break down
Ass up, face down
Yea, that's still the best way to get it
Down the middle, that's the best way to split it
I'm talkin money, disturbin the peace, racked up
One too many American black cards stacked up
Backed up and it's on
Don't get beat down til it's on
I feel these hatin ass niggas wanna fire
What?
It's about to be a hell of a night

[Bridge:]
It's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night

[Hook:]
I'm fucked up – I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up – I'm fucked up
I'm high as hell – I'm high as hell
I'm high as hell – I'm high as hell
(It's about to be a hell of a night)

[Verse 3:]
I'm always looking for trouble to get into
Take your girlfriend's friends, bring friends too
What you drinkin? I got it all, pour it all up
So stay, my partners – they throw it all up
I don't want a ménage so bitch let go
I'm tryna get 3 women, play connect 4
Congratulations, you made it into the top 5
Your mouth help me, push the Bentley into Mach 5
She got me speedin in the red zone
Always Luda like they callin this the head zone
Hands up, I bread win and the bread's up
So make a peace sign, baby put yo legs up
Is it really that good to ya?
Do you like it when a nigga talk hood to ya?
Do you like a little scratch, a little bite?
Well, It's about to be a hell of a night

[Bridge:]
It's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night
It's about to be a hell of a night

[Hook:]
I'm fucked up – I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up – I'm fucked up
I'm high as hell – I'm high as hell
I'm high as hell – I'm high as hell
(It's about to be a hell of a night)

 

[fox69]

"Hey Ho"
(feat. Lil Kim and Lil Fate)

"Hey Ho"
(feat. Lil Kim and Lil Fate)



[Ludacris - Chorus]
If men sleep around we some players but for women
they be saying hey ho
they be saying hey ho
they be saying hey ho
they be saying hey ho
they be saying hey ho
[repeat]

[Ludacris - Verse 1]
Now I be riding in my Bentley coupe stuntin with the top down
four 24 inch rims so heavy they hold the block down
24 carrot necklace so heavy it hurt my neck
3 things you can’t take away from me, money, power and respect
I got it and hold on to it you knew that I never let it go
you prostitute it but money I never let it ho
speakin of hoe’s oh yes we meet em and we G’ em dude
and we may see em but we wouldn’t want to be em dude
I put my fist up, I got the power girl
I wash my nuts off, go take a shower girl
it’s been an hour girl, it’s time to go
and if my neighbour see you while you walking out my door (hey ho)
they be saying hey ho
they be saying hey ho
they be saying hey ho
they be saying hey ho
they be saying hey ho

[Chorus]

[Lil Kim]
Can’t nobody do it like Kim
only women that can do it like men
VVS is be them gems
(ho, now count that)
my money coming in
bringing them corners on them rims
so play the check book tell me how do you bounce that
I bounce into position like I am vinegar Kama Sutra
but money make me come, go and ask Luda
and women cheat better than men we don’t disturb them
my motto is "what they don’t know won’t hurt them"
we just do it like you do, see the roles done switched
if I’m a ho you’s a ho, if I’m a bitch you’s a bitch
know that I’ma stay rich so fella’s do what you do
cause you don’t fuck us niggas we fuck you

[Kim - Chorus]
(hey ho)
now we saying (hey ho)
now we saying (hey ho)
now we saying (hey ho)
now we saying (hey ho)
now we saying (hey ho)

If men sleep around we some players but for women they be saying...
[Kim - Chorus]
If men sleep around we some players but for women they be saying...

[Lil Fate]
she likes the night lights, brights lights, big spending
Lil Fate been big pimpin, pimpin
so don’t be mad at my raps and try and look at me funny
cause you know that most you ladies trading sex for money
so if you coming out the pocket then you might get laid
thats how the rent car no the cell phone get paid
I bet the snakes all show once you cut that grass
and I’m a pimp so it’s time that I exploit they ass
you see it’s hoes after the party it’s hoes after the show
it’s hoes up in the lobby, it’s hoes out on the stroll
here’s some no dough, no dough no sleep
ho on your feet, if you don’t work you don’t eat

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Hip Hop Quotables"

"Hip Hop Quotables"


[Ludacris:]
Hi, my name's Ludacris and I'm high as giraffes (yeah)
And I'm close to the edge so your parents can come push me
I curse so much just to get on they nerves
I got kids acting a fool from the traps to the birbs
My filthy mouf it wont fight cavities or beat plaque
So I shot the tooth fairy (aahhh) and took my old teeth back
I'll take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater
And make Government officials breath harder than Darth Vader
Its the chicken & the beer that make Luda keep rapping
But no pork on my fork I don't even speak pig Latin
I go fishing on my lake wit some bitches to bake
Plus I eat many MC's but I don't gain no weight
The number 1 chief rocker clean out your rap lockers
I'm as stiff as a board your more shook than maracas
But my tricks ain't for kids if you dig em' you'll get smacked
I'll clock yah, I'll spring forward you far back (whoo)
Every album that I drop has got more than ten bangers (yeah)
Thats cause I'm a shot caller ya'll fools are crank yankers (bells)
Ain't a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain
I get chicks from Portland Oregan to Portland Mayne
Now I role up torpedoes, get blunted wit rastas
For a hefty fee I'm on your record like Bob Castas (yeah)
I own so many jerseys, I'm a throw-back mess
I hit the cleaners an tell em' "I want a full court press" (owe)
So mama toast yah glass while I'm counting my cash
Cause every single is a smash, I'm hot as a camels ass (ha)
The competition never just wanna admit that they lost
And that they last about as long as my part in The Wash
From your car to crap game no one rolls with you
One of MiniMe's shoes got more soul than you (OK)
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't spinning
I'm in the strip club smoking, wit President Clinton (cough cough cough)
So stay of the long side-burns and gold teeth (teeth)
They make the mold of the penis enlarger off me (me)
I'll be in another when I hit from the back (back)
Not to mention my refrigerators taller than Shaq (yeah)
So yippie ka ye yippie ya ya yo (yo), if you can't swim don't smoke my hydro (dro)
I've been looking for a woman just to put my stamp on
But a lotta ya'll are more stuck up than tampons (whoo)
So wash all you sins away and stop playing (yeah)
If God's line is busy you might have to two way him (uh hmm)
And catch me in your back yard playing crokay
And I'm drunk I'm telling kids "drugs are bad umm-kay"
Or watch me swing my chains at the Roscoes off Pico
Got seven cars get on my rims at chrome depo
And people think I'm bad they say "ooh he's so evil"
Cause I go on blind dates with actual blind people (owe)
But my albums out the store, yours be on the shelf (uh hmm)
I heard you masturbate a lot so ya'll keep to yourself
Cause these women want a man to stay up and stay strong
Like the NBA, you gotta play hard or go home
All that shit that ya'll talking ya'll can pop it to them
Cause Ludacris will beat you down with a prosthetic limb
I'll put my foot so deep in your ass that you can smell it
And your breath'll turn to Footlocker water repelant
I'm the man I got money far as the eyes can see
And I'm in a group I split do wit me me and me
So much money in my jewelry that I'm damn near sorry
So ima trade my earings in, and get a Ferrari (whoo)
I buy cars wit straight cash, have meetings with Donald Trump
Yall meet wit Honda, no payments for 12 months (uh huh)
Take a look at your life and no wonder your so sad
Ya'll put up wit more shit than a colostomy bag
Ha ha ha

 

[fox69]

"Ho"

"Ho"


[Chorus]
Hooooooooo (Ho)
Youza Hoooooo (Ho)
Youza Hoooooo (Ho)
I said that youza hooooo (Ho)
[Repeat 1x]

[Ludacris]
You doin ho activities
With ho tendencies
Hos are your friends, hoes are your enemies
With ho energy to do whacha do
Blew whacha blew
Screw whacha screw
Yall professional like DJ Clue, pullin on my coat tail
an why do you think you take a ho to a hotel?
Hotel everybody, even the mayor
Reach up in tha sky for tha hozone laya
Come on playa once a ho always
And hos never close they open like hallways
An heres a ho cake for you whole ho crew
an everybody wants some cuz hoes gotta eat too

[chorus x2]

[Ludacris]
Cant turn a ho into a housewife
Hos dont act right
Theres hos on a mission, an hoes on a crackpipe
Hey ho how ya doin, where ya been?
Prolly doin ho stuff cuz there you ho again
Its a ho wide world, that we livin in
feline, feminine, fantastical, women
Not all, just some
You ho who you are
Theres hoes in tha room, theres hoes in tha car
theres hoes on stage, theres hoes by tha bar
hos by near, an hos by far
Ho! (But can i getta ride?!)
NO! (Cmon, nigga why?!)
Cuz youza

[chorus 2x]

[Ludacris]
You gotta run in your pantyhos
Even your daddy knows
that you suckin down chocolate like daddy-o's
You hos are horrible, horrendous
On taxes ya'll writin off hos as dependents
I see tha ho risin
it aint surprisin
its just a hoasis
with ugly chicks faces
but hos dont feel so sad and blue
cuz most of us niggaz is hos too

[chorus x2]

(Ho)
Muthafuckas im so tiired of yall niggaz always talkin
bout hos this, hos that, you tha muthafuckin ho nigga
I wasnt no ho last night

(Pimp)
Ho, bring yo ass!

(Ho)
Ok, hold on

 

[fox69]

"Hoes In My Room"
(feat. Snoop Dogg)

"Hoes In My Room"
(feat. Snoop Dogg)



Hey! Thank all you all for comin' out tonight
It was a beautiful night tonight and The Shizznit
Where pimpin' and dead, these hoes just scared
Thanks Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, all the niggas from the LBC
It was a beautiful night tonight
Oh, look at these fools, Ay! Security! Come get these niggas!

[Verse 1 - Luda (Snoop)]
Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach
Ready to relax, kick up my feet
Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I wanna do
Broke out and called up the homeboy Snoop (What happenin' nephew?)
Oh, nothin' just called, lookin' for some women that can fondle my balls
(Well you hit the right dogg, I can help you with that
Gimme 15 minutes, and I'll hit you rite back)
Off to the hotel, I was ready indeed
Slapped the button in the 'llac to control the speed
Put one up in the air, the cops just stared
Waved my hands out the roof like I just ain't care
Got to the tele and I slid through the door
On to the elevator, hit the penthouse floor
And what would happen next only time could tell
Cause I got up to my room, and I was mad as hell (Ah! Damn!)

[Chorus]
Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes)
Who let these hoes in my room?
Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes)
Who let these hoes in my room?

[Verse 2 - Luda]
Now it was five B.A.P hoes and they look like trash
But one was midget, so we'll just say four and a half
I was stuck speechless, couldn't believe my eyes
What'd I do to deserve this unpleasant surprise?
And I was thinkin' to myself, "This is just my luck"
Then my nigga bust in like "What the fuck!?"
(Oh shit it's Snoop!)

[Snoop (Luda)]
Who in the hell let them booger bears out they cell (Not me)
And what they doin' in ya' room? Nigga make 'em bail (Yeah)
Got some fine bitches, dime bitches on they way (Okay)
And told security, "Let 'em in, with no delay" (Ha Ha!)
So when they get here, they'll probably be like half naked
Don't mean to trip out, but bitch you all got to dip out (Dip Out!)
Catch the elevator up one floor
Presidential with the slidin' key for the door (Oh No!)
What the fuck goin' on? Shit, all around the world Luda, then its the same song
Them bitches was so ugly, I told 'em to go home

[Chorus]
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Man who let these hoes in my room?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (Oh no!)
(Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Well who let 'em in then?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (Get out!)

[Verse 3 - Luda (Snoop)]
Now, these chicks wouldn't leave, they was ready to clown
One was 5'6 and weighed three hundred pounds
(No she didn't come through with a thong on
She did for the hell of it, big fat whale of it)
You can't separate me, I'm gonna separate you
Bitch ya' pussy smell like Pepe Le Pew
(You filthy, nasty, sick in the head
Sittin' in my dressing room with dick on ya' bread)
She said "I want you to climb in this underwear, silly"
But I was turned off by her tupper-ware titties
(Fake bitches, break bitches, make bitches
Kick rocks, when they fucked up in they face
Tick-tock, you gots to get up out my space
Hey Ludacris let's get the fuck up out this place, let's bounce)
Then it got to my head, and somethin' reminded me
I know who let 'em in, it was Bill O'Reilly (Faggot)
(Ya' white bread, chicken-shit nigga!)

[Chorus]
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Who let these hoes in my room?)
Who let these hoes in my room? (Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(I need to know, who let these hoes in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?

[Snoop, Talking]
Ay, ay you all gotta go
You all gotta get the fuck up outta here, ugly ass bitches
I don't understand how these bitches always get in my dressin' room
You know what I'm sayin'?
Soon as I get off stage, it's 7 or 8 ugly ass bitches posyed up in my dressin room
And security act like they don't know who did it
I know you feel what I'm sayin', I'm my nigga around the whole world
We need to form a society or somethin'
Fat, gorilla, monkey mouth bitches cant get in our motherfucking dressing room or backstage
And if they do, we kindly put our foot up their asses
And re-direct them bitches to security dressin' room, you dig?
Sick of these ugly ass bitches bein' my dressin' room

 

[fox69]

"Hood Stuck"

"Hood Stuck"


[Chorus (Ludacris)]
Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
(Eastside, eastside nigga what?)
I'm talk bout da Westside, westside nigga wha?
(Westside, westside nigga wha?)
Northside, northside nigga wha?
(Northside, northside nigga wha?)
Southside, southside nigga wha?
(Southside, southside nigga wha?)

[Ludacris]
Good luck, time to get hood stuck
Caldasac trap, Mr. Good Stuff
Ludacris give me 20 push-ups
Last summer, got da hook up
You know what I did
Who'd eva thought up they grew up on one of the BeBe Kids
Type of rat, sat on my ass
And fiendin' for cash
Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pass
Now what we got 'round here is a 20-20 twins
and whats up in my hand, is a bottle of Gin
I love women so I'm in it to win it
In it to green
In it to get in it and get in it again
You got two booties so you whippin yo chin
And I don't blame you
I lay in da sand, ya'll lay in da snow and make angels
My ice piece dangle
make my chest look older
Touch it and fall apart like yo High school folder
I'ma Trojan man, BHS hall supplier
Shady park resident and southside Rider

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Get back, time to get hood jacked
Gold chain, took dat
World of Ghetto fabolous Dopeboys and Hoodrats
Becareful what you look at
cause you lookin to long
You might go blind in my briefs cause my dick is too long
I'm gettin nutt while I'm singin this song
and there is enough for everybody in da party
while ya'll hittin da bong
But ya'll be hittin my schlong
you play the flute quite nicely
When teeth interrupt, you can watch as I get fiesty
Oh no, you suckas didn't request back up
Broads I seem to rack up
When I pull da gold acta
Get slapped up
Drove up da wall
Put it in Reverse
you can hope for the best, but expect the worst
You at a place like some D's on a Hurst
Its quite funny
Phat Rabbit, playboy bunny
It seems as if thats what I need
Filthy south and Ds
Thats why I roll in from da Southside breeze
Give it to me now

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Your pick time to get hood sick
Hit'em wit a good lick
Clean out yo house from da couch to da toothpick
EastSide Ruthless
WestSide leave 'em clueless
my Northside mackers got dis broads actin foolish
And do this for a living
while you stuck up in yo cubicle
Nightlife runnin dis streets, it sounds beautiful
Women break a cuticle
Ballas break bread
Southside, I represent it till I'm dead
What wha

[Chorus x2]