Ludacris

[fox69]

"Hopeless"

"Hopeless"


[Intro: ludacris]
Ooooh you feel that as i take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots
When nobody said life was going to be easy and we travel to this emotional roller coaster called life
And we have our ups and downs
Just keep in mind
When you hit rock bottom
There aint no where to go but up baby
Just all you about how you deal wit it you feel me.. listen here

[chorus]
When life seems hopeless
It make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches, helps to get it off my chest cause
Im so stressed and all i here is "fuck tha world" [2x]

[verse 1: ludacris]
Man ever since life been a gamble
My life been in shamblez
Double edge sword burnin both sides of the candle but cris but you cant handle the truth
Dont wanna face reailty
So lord accept my apology
Please like when police say freeze
And i aint do shit
But im down on my knees
Its a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away i charge the game
And put my problems on layaway
A black man but i feel so blue
So i smoke green and purple til my dreams come true
Then my eyes turn red
Sky turns grey
Children slangin white in the hood
We call it yaay drink old gold
Down my yellow brick road
Then rewrite my script til my story is untold
See i got a little money and my life sped up now
Im fallin and i cant get up

[chorus 2x]

[verse 2: trick daddy]
I had to dream about a dope fiend
And its strange cause he can bearly write or read but seems to get folkz about anything curious about him
I wanted to talk to him but he was to busy fo that
But i was more then welcome to walk with him
As we walked
He talked and i just listen
He said theres a big differnce between crackas and niggas
See he said white folks look out fo the white folks but uh black folks blang wit tha black folks
When they aint enough black roakz
When you ooh to make a long story short
We need pay more attenion and do things that are more compleset and he told me
You kno i woulldnt say something that wouldnt work and i wouldnt damnwaste my time telling something that would hurt you
But you would fall for anything
If you dont stand for something
But thats for certain but niggas dont be listen and that shit be hurting
No all of us but some of us
And if we dont hurry up
They going to bury each and every one of us
And if we dont hurry up

[chorus repeat 2x w/ trick daddy]

[verse 3: ludacris]
Sometimes i cant deal wit my daily issues
Just being sober lifes a bitch and i cant control her
I wish i could and sometimes to cry on
We need a shoulder
The goverment stand us up
To run us over
And in the hood they dont seem to understand
God damn whats really got me wondering
Is if its a part of a bigger plan man
I smell some thing fishy goin on and its way beyond blowin away the smoke from these swisher
Goin on it aint much i can do about it but preach the word of telling my people to spend ya money wisely dont be obcared
By some things that depresiated like what like a home to open ya eyes to
Whats the fucks thats goings on cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one wither its drugs or diesase or gun by
Gun i aint no saint either i feel that im even doing wrong by usein this chorus to get thru this song

[chorus repeat 2x w/ trick daddy]

[outro: trick daddy]
You know yall going to mess around and complain about slavery that was over 40 50 years ago black folks need to move on
Yall keep playin wit a crackerthey going to have yo ass tied up wired up to them back roads south florida and they made
Them laws say they cant do anything for you can a church get a amen and god for the thugs.

 

[fox69]

"How Low"

"How Low"


[Intro: Chuck D. sample]
How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go?
How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go?
How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go?
How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go?
[sped up] HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?

[Ludacris - Verse 1]
Hahaha, LUDA!
She can go lower than I ever really thought she could - Face down - {ASS UP!}
The top of yo' booty jigglin outcho' jeans, baby pull yo' pants up!
I like it when I see you do it, better than I've ever seen I done befo'
A lot of, women, drop it to the ground, but HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO?
Lower, than yo', mama's, ever, seen it, in her, life-time
Never, would of i-magined it, not even in her right mind
Practice in front of that mirror, now you, doin it, on the dance flo'
Mad 'cause I can't get wit you, "Chick, just show me how to dance" {OHH!!!}
I may not wanna get low, so I'm posted up kinda like a playa do
But if you come to the crib, then I'll might show you girls a thang or two
Yeah, I think you a superstar, wit a ass like that you GOTTA blow
Befo' you make it big, there’s just one thing that I gotta know

[Interlude: sped-up Chuck D. sample]
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?

[Chorus: Shawnna (Luda)]
I can go looooooow (Go low), lower than you know
Go looooooow (Go looow), l-l-l-lower than you know
Go looooooow (Go loow), l-l-l-lower than you know
Go looooooow (Go looow), l-l-l-lower than you know

[Ludacris - Verse 2]
I be like knick, knack, patty, wack
Oh, where my kitty cat? Give a dog a bone
How many licks does it take 'til I get
to the center and let a realla nigga take you home?
I can make this show, {STOP} soon as he hear this fo', {POP}
From A-T-L-A-N-T-A and all the way down to yo', {BLOCK}
(OHHH!!!) Put the needle on the record
and I make her get lower than a Lamborghini
And if she really get low, then I'ma shoot a video and put it all on TV
(Oh!!) 'Cause I like that French vanilla (French vanilla)
and the caramel (and the caramel)
But when it comes to chocolate (when it comes to chocolate),
I know that very well (I know that very well)
Asian persuasion, no discrimination, I love how they seem to please us
I wanna taste them butter Rican pecan peanut butter cups like Reese's Pieces (OH!!)
'Cause I think you a superstar, wit a ass like that you GOTTA blow
Befo' you make it big, there’s just one thing that I gotta knoooooow...

[Interlude + Chorus]

[Luda - Verse 3]
Drop it, hit it, dump it, split it
Don’t, stop - {GET IT, GET IT}
Put it in reverse just to back it up
Let me put some Luda in it
Show me whatchu workin with, I’ll show you some of this bank, roll
Yeah you a superstar, there's just one thing I gotta know
So...

[Interlude + Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"How Low (Remix)"
(feat. Ciara, Pitbull)

"How Low (Remix)"
(feat. Ciara, Pitbull)



[Intro: Chuck D. sample]
How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go?
How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go?
How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go?
How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go?
[sped up] HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?

[Ludacris - Intro]
Ha ha!
I'm in the zone right now baby
LUDA! Listen...

[Ludacris]
Ludacris got a remix, finna go low, hold up, let me get my camera
I wanna see Arizona, Indiana, Minnesota, and the women in Louisiana
D.C., VA, Motor City to the Lou', what it do? Finna blow like Waco
Chi-town goin way low, both Cakalakas, Alabama to the M-I-Yayo
New York, California, Philly and they really put it on me when I'm down in Texas
Album numero siete, get ready for the "Battle of the Sexes"
I'm restless, tryna tell 'em that I'm hotter than the burn in the 3rd de-GREE, GREE
then I try to tell 'em ain't nobody in the world as hot as ME! ME!
If you really goin low, you gotta go -- HARD!
Go lower than the grades on yo' report -- CARD!
GAWD! Ludacris, I'm the best that ever did it, did it
and when it comes to the money I'm like, "Don't stop - {GET IT, GET IT}"
WHOOO!!

[Interlude: sped-up Chuck D. sample]
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?

[Chorus: Ciara]
I can go looooooow, lower than you know
Go looooooow, l-l-l-lower than you know
Go looooooow, l-l-l-lower than you know
Go looooooow, l-l-l-lower than you know

[Ciara]
See me in The A, I drop it down low
I back this thing up and make, mo' money more
I hear you up in my ear like, "Go shawty go!"
Naw, I ain't a stripper but I do it like a pro
You said this girl cain't make it bounce like this
Well, shawty I'm da shit! (yep!) Shawty, I'm da shit!
Lady in the street - you, know the rest
Put yo' money on the flo' {HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO?}
See I got you watchin, everytime I drop it
Everytime I rock it's, "WOOMP! - There she go"
Like you wanna marry me, like you wanna take me home
I'ma put it on ya shawty, WOOMP! - Here I go

[Interlude, along with Ciara saying the words]

[Chorus: Shawnna (Luda)]
I can go looooooow (Go low), lower than you know
Go looooooow (Go looow), l-l-l-lower than you know
Go looooooow (Go loow), l-l-l-lower than you know
Go looooooow (Go looow), l-l-l-lower than you know

[Pitbull - overlapping chorus]
Mr. 305
Been saving this one for a while
Checkin in como el loco ya yu sabes Ludacris que bola!
La Ciara mamita rica ¡Dale! ¡Dale! ¡Dale!
(EHHHHHHHHHHHYOOOOO!!)

[Pitbull]
Shake whatcha mama gave ya
Baby, lemme see you boom-boom clap that, boom-boom clap that
I don't wanna speak, baby
I just wanna rat-ta-ta-ta-tat, rat-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tap dat
¡Ai yi yi! Mira como se mueve la muñequita con su tangita (Aye!)
Yo quiero bilar con lar carne entre dentro la empandita
I slip, slide, dip, dive, whip, ride
Pit-bull, spit, fire, that's right - (Dat riiiiight)
Now gimme some Becky baby, and later on I can (Woody)-wood, uh oh!
(Woody)-wood - Hah-hah-hah-HEEEH-hah-hah-hah-HEEEH-hah - (Peck) it, baby
Honey lookin like a certified pro, when she take it down low
Now watch what she do
What she do, what she does with the pole got me like E-I-E-I-OOOOOH!
Mira que tu eres loca, pero tu no eres tonta
Tu eres malay y yo soy malo sale mamita pabajo

[Interlude + Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Howhere (Skit)"

"Howhere (Skit)"


Yo hello
Luda
What's up boy
What's up nigga this is 20
Where you at?
Shit over here at the Texa-hoe filling up
Yeah yeah I feel that
Yo yo check it out
Yo you still got that girl Stacy number from Valle-hoe
No no I think I lost that
Oh no c'mon man I'm trying to cut her man
You can't check your Hoe-ledex or something
Man hold on let me see dog
Stacy, Stacy oh Chicag-hoe
Nah nah nigga Valle-hoe
Oh Ohio-hoe that's what you talking about
Valle-hoe, Valle-hoe
Man your ass here we hoe again
Nah man I'm sitting here looking and
I don't have it I don't see no Valle-hoe
Fuck fuck man I'll call Shondrae
Oh hey man congratulations I forgot to
Tell you that shit didn't your sister
Graduate today?
Oh yeah dog you know what I'm saying
Valor-dick-whorian and all man
Yeah that's tight man
Shit look I'm about to break out though dog what's up
For real nigga where you feeling to hoe
Yeah man I'm about to hit these roomster hoe's right quick.
Oh nigga you can't come get me?
Ah nigga I'm in the middle of Howhere!

 

[fox69]

"I Ain't The One"
(feat. 2 Chainz)

"I Ain't The One"
(feat. 2 Chainz)



I ain't the one, I ain't the one
I ain't the one, I ain't the one
I ain't the one, I ain't the one

Get the fact boy

[Hook]
When you see me in the street you'd better duck quick
Hell nah I ain't the one you wanna fuck with
Hell nah I ain't the one you wanna fuck with
Hell nah I ain't the one you wanna fuck with

[Luda]
I'm in the street with my streets clothes
All up in the club looking for the freak ho
With them dope boys who make the best bucks
Moving packages like UPS trucks
Paraphernalia in my stash box
I hear the botton in the Bentley makes this ass drop
Your rims too small gone shoe fly
These 24's thats Ronald Mcdonalds shoe size
Fresh pair of J's I brought the Mikes' out
And some ammo that'll knock a nigga lights out
I was everywhere call me the butcher
I got an AK and I ain't talking Ashton Kutcher

[Hook]
When you see me in the street you'd better duck quick
Hell nah I ain't the one you wanna fuck with
Hell nah I ain't the one you wanna fuck with
Hell nah I ain't the one you wanna fuck with

[2 Chainz]
Three cellphone I will never answer
Four girlfriend three I'm down
I'm doing show yours is getting canceled
I'm the type that mix cough syrup with a Fanta

A-T-L-A-N-T-A thats my residence
Jury on same color as the president (black)
Two chain I ain't ringin like a ringtone
Menk cap menk coat I'm feeling like king kong
I ain't the one bitch this my theme song
Throwing blunts back and forth like ping pong
I'm getting to the moneys I parked the vehicle
I fucked the owner out her clothes she a closet freak

[Hook]
When you see me in the street you'd better duck quick
Hell nah I ain't the one you wanna fuck with
Hell nah I ain't the one you wanna fuck with
Hell nah I ain't the one you wanna fuck with

[Luda]
I got some head from this chick she like my baritone
Her name was terra she said welcome to the terra dome
Phantom drop head I'm the worst
All blue body lose the top on Papa Smurf
Hey hit the strip club bring the bucks out
Same way every day like a bus route
Long ranger no tonto
My nine got my back like Rajon Rondo
The gat is out (gat is out) pulling night duty
Always exposed like ice tea wife booty
Pull a double shift I'm on my grind
Watch 80 grands swag working over time.

[2x Hook:]

 

[fox69]

"I Do It All Night"

"I Do It All Night"


[Ludacris]
I do it all night [x2]
I do it [x2]
Do it
All night I make'em say
Oh [x4]
Gimme some more
I do it all night

My whip is all white
I don't have a couple drinks & I got a 'lil buzz so I'm feelin

Alright
But the night is just getting started
Haters get disregarded
Roll up them sweet creep creep
Let's hit this street and get retarded
I pop a bunch of bottles
My bitch would be poppin' too
Keep talkin out your face,
She might be poppin you
She might be pop blockin' droppin down to the floor with it
Meanwhile all my dogs chasing paper thats right we go get it
So get it right
Kill the lights
I'm feelin' like I might just pop a pill tonight
'Cause the feelin's right
Pass me a Miller Light
Shen grab that girl with that Coke bottle shape
She's my type
I take her home and do the do
I know the Kamasutra think what I do to you
Stick to you like superglue maybe even like a buble gum
Don't sleep woman no matter how many times I come

I do it all night [x2]
I do it [x2]
Do it
All night I make'em say
Oh [x4]
Gimme some more

[Shawnna]
[Chorus]
I do it all night [x2]
I do it [x2]
Do it
All night I make'em cash
Oh [x4]
Gimme some more

I do it all night
And I ride'em long pads
Maybe little crib could ask I'm gonna ask his shortie what that mouth

Had
Tell me if he's out of sight
Tell me if he's slow and long
Maybe ladies do give his turn get bub maybe you're wrong
But I'm really gonna show you right
Tell me where you wanna go tonight
Anywhere anyplace I can see in your face you are the prototype
Tellin'em like I'm so so hot
So so feelin' like I'm so so right
Please tell me why the jokes on fire I can't stop zoning & I don't

Know why
Beep Beep
Get about my land
Ya hoes can't do it like me
If ya thinkin I'm 'bout the game
Take a look at my U.N.I.T
This is why I'm black on deck but don't get it twisted but strap on

Deck
The mad on deck the pack on deck
And down there they keep a rack on deck
And there's no chairs there's no we there's no hoover & there's no me
There's they would dem mass MC and there's messin'dem caddie and

There's on three
No matter they say I'm gettin my break
Gettin' my paper
Get my cheque
But anybody wanna try to ass up
And gettin some heat

[Ludacris]
How many woman can I feed up in my caddillac
So how I can see feelin' like I got cataract
Some in the middle with ice say I get drunk
And don't know how to act
I don't know how to act

[Shawnna]
He don't know how to act
And I don't know how to stop
And I don't know how to quit
Blowin' on in the trouble zone
Now we need another field
And I mean up out my man
Now I mean up out my body
So have do this all night
'Cause you're comin' with me shorty

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I Do It For Hip Hop"
(feat. Nas, Jay-Z)

"I Do It For Hip Hop"
(feat. Nas, Jay-Z)



[Ludacris]
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop

Now this is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion
This my daily devotion, that verses stay deeper than the ocean
So hip-hop you owe me a promotion
Yeah, I do a little boastin’ and braggin’
What’s all the commotion and naggin’ about
‘Cause I’m still the champ in the south
‘Cause rappers get in the booth and I keep draggin’ them out
Where they fired and these pink slips I keep handin’ them out
‘Cause this is Theater of Mind, consider it a sign
Of what’s to come next, my money’s just fine
Bank filled with dump checks
Terrorist threat flow, proceed to drop (bombs) like Mr. Funk Flex
But I don’t do it for the money, I do it from the heart
I’ll do it with the beatbox, I did it from the start
I’ll do it for the DJs, I’ll do it for the charts
The Van Gogh flow, Luda do it ‘cause it’s art
I do it for the fans, I do it on command
I do it for the front row, I do it for the stands
I spit it for the hood, I do it for the block
And since nine years old, I did it for hip-hop

[Ludacris]
So, I don’t do for the chains and the fancy drops
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop

[Nas]
They say I’m so low key, I’m socially awkward
Only those that really know me are the ones that I talk with
They smile in the light, hate in the dark,
you call it beef, to me its's just a fuckin’ walk in the park
Because you are who you are when nobody is looking
That's who you are so when the cash and cars is gone, the day after tomorrow
Don’t be askin’ to borrow, ski maskin’ it hard, like the way you rap in your bars
I could ride on you and whoever, devise new endeavors
I’m as live as hive full of predators
Twenty thousands different species of bees
Some half poisonous sting, some just pollinating their leafs
It's just like rap, some will buzz some will attack, compromising their own life in fact
Sixteen years since my first sixteen, pardon the rest of my niggas
But I’m the best whoever did it
[Ludacris]
I don’t do for the cars and the fancy drops
[Nas]
Uh, I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop, uh
[Ludacris]
I do it for hip-hop
And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
[Nas]
Why we do it kid, I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop, uh
I do it for hip-hop

[Jay-Z]
Hip-hop, started out in the park
We used to do it to avoid the Narcs
I used to do it so the homeboy Clark can get the fuck off my back while I knocked off these packs
I used to rap to impress my friends
The past of time when I was gettin’ it in
Just so happens I’m so illegal with the pen, they ain’t want me to do anything illegal again
I lost a lot of dawgs to these streets
I got Grammy awards on these beats
Thank God for Cool Herc
Without this shit I probably would’ve got murked
Shout outs to Grandmaster Flash and the cash
And even Jaz bum ass
Hip hop helped me wash my rocks
These other rappers couldn’t wash my socks
That’s why I took the number one slot
The realest shit in rap comes from my voice box
Lord knows when I was on my clock
I probably never would’ve stopped
Thank God for hip-hop

[Ludacris]
I don’t do for the cars and the fancy drops
[Jay-Z]
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
[Ludacris]
I do it for hip-hop
And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
[Jay-Z]
come on, I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
[Both]
I do it for hip-hop

 

[fox69]

"I Know You Got A Man"
(feat. Flo Rida)

"I Know You Got A Man"
(feat. Flo Rida)



[Chorus]
I know you got a man, man, man
but tell me what your man, man, man
got to do with me me me
uh oh uh oh oh
got to do with me me me
uh oh uh oh oh

I know you got a girl, girl, girl
but tell me what your girl, girl, girl
got to do with me me me
uh oh uh oh oh
got to do with me me me
uh oh uh oh oh

[Ludacris]
Listen,
I know you got a man, but your man ain't Luda
so please don't let him fool ya
cos the nigga don't really know how to do ya
who's your daddy rolling all up in the caddy
sun roof top with the diamond in the back
coming to get some of the bomb in the sack
like a bomb in Iraq Imma come and attack
every inch of your body after the after party
and then on to the hotel lobby riding me like a Ducatti
faster than a Bugatti
Im like whoa Kimosabe
Good golly shortie a freak or she been practising Pilates
I'm probably just stripping tongue sk-skipping like a track broke
but if she think I'm fronting just wait til she see my back stroke
haa, I be your side piece but whats our future plans
cause I be on ya like DAMNNN

[Chorus]

[Flo Rida]
Hey, ok ok, so thats your mans and 'em
I aint tellin you to cancel him
do do your thing, look shorty I gotta respect your answer 'em
them there's your boyfirend, I just wanna be your toy friend
your other other man
not not your lo-lo-lover man, undercover man
how many rubber man's would it take for you lil mama to be apart of my plan
what do you need in advance,
I can see both of us showing in France
I can look back at your thong in my hand
Louis Vuitton no more Donna Karen
couple of stacks so what is you saying
like Denzel Washington "My Man"
I don't wanna hear no mo' more bout him
what it gotta do with me you grown ass woman
I'm a grown ass man so we both know a lot about the birds and the bee's
hold on shorty lets conversate, conjugate, constipate
get stuck on each other, you coming up outta your lingerie, hey
I know you got a man

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Nada, nada, not a damn thing
he wouldn't know what to do if he tried it
and I ain't hating, you need some room to breathe and I can be your ventilation
you need a lil lovin' just a lil stimulation
a hug a lil kissing and then a lil penetration
give it to you like you never had it before
and you aint never gon think about his ass again
lips, hips, eyes, thighs here I'm gon have to give that ass a ten
and they can get a five even though one of them kinda fine
but ain't none of them got nothing on you you
so lets go somewhere to dine and sip some expensive wine
later on tell me what we gon do do
we gon bump and we gon grind so good it should be a crime
and next time tell your friends to come too, too.

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I'm On Fire"
(feat. Big K.R.I.T.)

"I'm On Fire"
(feat. Big K.R.I.T.)



[Ludacris]
Look, I make my own decisions
Learn from my own mistakes
My enemies they want beef but don’t know whats at stake
I started out with nothing, just a dream and some hope
I fiend for the riches like them crackheads fiend for the dope
I went from freeze tag to holding some weed bags
To a clown of hoes juggling my bean bag
I went from spin the bottle to kiss the model
To 3 more seconds we gone find out if she spits or swallows
I heard its a recession, while you hardly survive
The hardest decision of my day is which car I’ma drive
Roll’s Royce Phantom, maybe the gold Ac’
Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold back
This ain't no 760, bitch this an Alpiner
Custom kicks chrome lips as deep as vagina
And women lost for words, guess they don’t know English
No matter what language they speak they all know dinglish

[Hook]
Don’t you understand with this blunt in my hand
(I’m fire) smoke smoke smoke sumthin;
And don’t you understand with the World in my hand
If I ain't the shit
Don’t you understand with this blunt in my hand
(I’m fire) smoke smoke smoke sumthin;
And don’t you understand with the World in my hand
If I ain't the shit

[Ludacris]
Now as the World turns spinning on its axis
My dick be brushing women’s lips like chapstick
They say it’s cold on the outside
So like a dentist I’m tryna keep the mouth wide
Reminiscing on my days on the southside
I made many leak and I ain't talkin’ ’bout no housewives
From eating canned tuna, to shoe hills with puma
From women saying “hey chris” to “GODDAMN LUDA!”
From playing slap box to making the ‘Lac drop
To white neighbours swear I’m selling crack rock
Eyes so low they think I’m Asian when I’m blazing
Cause that purples on my chest like I’m playing for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles still rolling til the tires flat
Not from Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back
Sunroof tar, wood grain wheel
I sign for millions, ya’ll would never get the same deal

[Hook]

[Big K.R.I.T.]
I got a candy coated fetish, hoe don't you forget it
But big big big let me wet it, its that K-R-I-T stay besides me
We can go get this dough, then we mind if you show me dime
I promise you wont let go
I got an old school and that bass big
If it ain't on chrome than it ain't me
And my mouthpiece colder than the ice season
Call me father Winter in the peak of summer I spit December
Breaking backs as they cracking limber
If that's your bitch than she can’t remember
I give her wood, she holla timber
And the paint I play the sum or attention
Television of a player with an intention to be rich?
Well I hate to mention?
Back again, one more time for the buck niggas
And the thoroughbread that won’t fuck with ‘em
And hanged on cause I stuck with ‘em
I ain't got time to waste hoe
Didn’t have shit now I make more than I can barely count
Keep the thoroughbread shaking what the Good Lord gave ‘em
Yo chick ass been a bounce
We still live from the underground
Ain't nothing changed to me
I put it down from the south, and body everything these lames claim to be
Young Chris…

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"IDGAF"

"IDGAF"


[Intro:]
We have a motto – we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck about shit
We don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
Easy, motherfuckers
And ya'll no scared of us from time to time
I don't give a fuck!

[Verse 1:]
Weeeeeeeeeeeeelllll... it's that nigga you been waitin on
Tryna get more information, conversation, debatin and hatin em
I need some pussy that I could take out my frustrations on
Or a yacht and a bunch of a bad bitches
That maybe I could just take a vacation on

[Hook:]
I'm faded, I'm smashed,
I'm spendin all this cash
Got bout 5 racks in my pocket,
I don't really know how long it's gon last
Pour that drink all in that cup
Throw that stink all in that blunt
Grab that chick with all that butt and guess what...
I don't really give a fuck

[Verse 2:]
Life is a puzzle I'm tryna get together
Every day tryna figure out what 2 women like to fair together
Ding ding, let me get inside the ring 'cause I think I got the perfect match
Don't be nervous, come on out yo shell, let's wait for the birds to hatch
Shoo fly, shoo bitch, now it's time for the birds to fly
Me around this purple haze created a little purple sky
If you smoke that dirt don't be jealous of my Mary Jane (Mary Jane)
8 albums, motherfucker, ain't a damn thing changed

[Hook:]
I'm faded, I'm smashed,
I'm spendin all this cash
Got bout 5 racks in my pocket,
I don't really know how long it's gon last
Pour that drink all in that cup
Throw that stink all in that blunt
Grab that chick with all that butt and guess what...
I don't really give a fuck

[Verse 3:]
I done got rich and lost my damn mind
Platinum plaques got a nigga celebratin all the damn time
Luda!
Quit foolin around and get some work done
No, I'd rather go to magic and see a bitch twerk some
I think I, I think I deserve it, I'm in that Guinness Book
Rappers throwin shots and I throw em right back
Still got these niggas shook
People see me in the movies and they think I went Hollywood
Only difference is I'm bumpin the molly with a bunch of mollies and poppin does the molly good
It does, I mean it really does
Was that Luda in the Lamborghini? I mean it really was
Hurry up and get a picture on yo iPhone
And turn around, bend over but let me get one on my phone (say cheese)
I got it, I'm a save it philp so better send it off
Haters don't dirt 'cause I'm just so clean and a nigga just drinks em off
Since '99 I've been in go mode
And every time I see yo bitch in the club she be in hoe mode
Hoe mode? Hoe mode
Hoe mode? Hoe mode
I press a button and the whole damn crib just go in hoe mode
Yea the lights go dim and the candles getting lit and I pour some fuckin drinks
Aye, did Luda really fucked yo girl?
What you fuckin think?

[Hook:]
I'm faded, I'm smashed,
I'm spendin all this cash
Got bout 5 racks in my pocket,
I don't really know how long it's gon last
Pour that drink all in that cup
Throw that stink all in that blunt
Grab that chick with all that butt and guess what...
I don't really give a fuck