Альбом Ludacris

Yeah come see this nigga
come see this ol' light-skinned mothafucka
I seen him and I'm addicted
he servin a piece of da click
please tell dis fake ass niggas who you are

[Ludacris]
I be dat nigga named Luda'
Alert Alert it's the ATLlien intruder
College Park waterboy, spittin in ya cooler
I jam till they deaf, they call me Slick Dick Da Ruler
Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed
??? closed, come out dem clothes hoe
Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po
And I chose, to be dat numba one contender, Southern offender
Fuckin up ya whole Agenda
When I walk you try to run
When I run you try to hide
You skated the snap of my finger
Call me Golden Gley
Its you and I, Do or Die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm sly
Why try, you one of dem niggaz that like to cheat death
and I'm one of dem niggaz that rip up Excursions
til there is no seats left
You shit out weed checks and fart out deep breaths
While we talk dirt till da bottom of ya'll ???

-Skit
Who, dat nigga Cris?
oh dat nigga is aight
Dat nigga can't fuck wit me thou
Let me get on da mic
Nigga, who da fuck called you nigga

[Ludacris]
I be dat nigga ???
Playaz wanna ball or go on strike cause of my ???
They think I want they bitches
But I don't want no pigeons
yet pigeons can scrub my dishes
And ya'll don't want no scrubs till ya'll pull out ya'll extensions
Ya'll in school detention that'll neva come out
Man I'll catch yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
Cause we da shit in the South, they know what I'm talkin bout
You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph
For I swerl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not even Joshua can come to +War+ wit dis +Games+
These bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya brain
and dats tha simple and plain man
Three W Dot Shhhh
(Man dat dude Ludacris got dat hotter than hot shhh)
Well sh-sh-sh-shut da fuck up
Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut da fuck up

-Hold on man
hold on lil buddy
ya'll talkin bout shorty man
Shorty up at da radio station?
Shorty be poppin man?
Let the name be known
who ya'll talkin bout

[Ludacris]
I be dat nigga dat love a lover
Im askin if you think bout yo parents sex each other
No glove, no love, betta tell yo dick to run for cover
So when lightening strikes, you can be safe from a few rubbers
If you know what I mean
Not everybody is Mr and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
girls backin dey ass up now they 400 degrees Ha
Hot girl, tryin to give to niggaz up on da block girl
Have you screamin "STOP GIRL"
I rock worlds with my 9 inch louieville slugga
still wonder why they call me lova lova
Self Explainatruim
Ass Valedictorian
I bring 'em back to da future like a '85 Delorium
Da Luda drug emporium
On da counter prescription
you like my diction
and my Doctor nurse convention
I put da stethoscope quite close to yo tittie
Have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly

[Ludacris] *Talking
See me, see leaf ha ha ha
C E O
D T P
Infamous 2-0
Fate Forsta
4-ize
Shondrez on da beat
Playa circle
???
College park
Virgo nigga, what wha

(Chorus) Repeat 2X

I hate it when it's too many niggaz (Too many niggaz)
Not enough hoes
Too many rookies
Not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick BITCH!!

[Verse 1]
I got a miracle Ludacris lyrical fool
We dirty south shut yo mouth we rock tools
No holds barred but obey the block rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anyone like ya (HELL NAW!!)
I treat hmans like students (FAIL YA'LL)
So turn ya book to page 69 and start suckin
When Organized drop the track then start duckin'
When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin
Girl: You wanna be startin something
Get out the booth and lemme tell you the truth 
We kick down doors
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 (Repeat 2X)

[Verse 2]
Girl: Man you done lost yo mind
No I've lost my virginity
And I shot quick
Like that nigga 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 smoked
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
Watch for imposters that's been in the game
We invented the game and ya'll just got here
Dude: Man what's that smell
PROBABLY YO UPPER LIP
Cause I love to walk around like my shit don't stink
Even if its 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 (Repeat 2X)

[Verse 3]
I put too much sugar in my Kool-Aid
And partied like a kid with a high top fade
Arrive at the 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
Sagadelic, beautiful but strange
Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flame
Rearrange same broad different night
Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right
The bomb threat dude that's on the same flight
The highlight's that I live a high ass life

Click, click
Click, click
Yeah
Click, click
DTP nigga!

I started with ten mack tens
And ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times with'cha in the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men

At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs
Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs
Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves
Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs

Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks
Watching eight flicks
You's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lips
I figure eight when my mind goes in circles
Did I do that or was it Mystikal and Erkul?

On to 7 Ak 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep

It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game
If you won't settle the score

I got six hoes distributing on six blocks
It's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing
Six gun shots left
One pint of Vodka before this pimp will hit
It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket

Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your asophagus
Then smack you so hard that you have to come with 2pacalypse
Five stars, twenty rims, five cars
I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars

I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floor
For you niggas talkin' shit
I'm fixin' to show you what for
I did four months in the bing instead of a hearst
Now it's DTP for life, for better or worse

I fuck three best friends
Ran on all three the same game
In these streets I'm a murderer
I got three alias names
I'm three times insane
Three shots will cave your brain
On 3 fire and ready, cock back and aim

It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game
If you won't settle the score

I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunition
But at Friday the 13th
What's up now superstition?
I'm a two timer with a couple of twins
Double jeopardy
With a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz

I got one motto get dough till your gone
I got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoes
I'm numero uno with one more before I go
If you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow

And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me
Because I chop up O's, move drough, and chop keys
0-6 is my clique along with PC
Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Sean Dreaves

It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze, and that nigga I-Twain

It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game

Featuring Shawnna

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

[Shawnna] 
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah 
give it to me now, give it to me now, 
give it to me now, give it to me now 

Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna (repeat 2X) 

I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes 
and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor 
I wanna ah ah I make it so good you don't wanna leave 
but I got to kn kn kn know wh what's your fan-ta-sy 

[Ludacris] 
I wanna get in the Georgia on the fifty yard line 
when the dirty birds kick for 
and if you like in the club we can do it 
in the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP 
whip cream with cherries, strawberries on top 
lick it don't stop 
with the doe lock 
don't know while the boat rock ??? 
robots or they got to wait till the show stop 
or how 'bout on the beach with black sand 
lick up your thighs and call me pac man 
table top or just give me a lap dance 
the rock ??? to the flat lands 
that man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom 
or back of a classroom 
how ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon 
see I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em 
I flash 'em and out last 'em 
and if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em 
I'll let 'em free 
and the tell me what they fantasy 
like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend no to be mad at me 

chorus 

[Ludacris] 
I wanna get you in the bath tub 
with the candle lit you give it up till they go out 
or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert 
cause you know I got sold out 
or red carpet dick could just roll out 
go 'head and scream you can't hold out 
we cand do it in the pouring rain 
running the train when it's hot or cold out 
how 'bout in the library on top of the books 
but you can't be too loud 
you wanna make a brother beg for it 
give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud 
we can do it in the white house 
tryna make them turn the lights out 
champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thang 
what's my name, what's my name, what's my name a sauna, jacuzzi 
in the back row at the movie 
You can stratch my back and rule me 
You can push me or just pull me 
on hay in the middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uh 
eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet 

chorus 

[Ludacris] 
I wanna get you in the back seat windows up 
that's the way you like to fuck fog up smog alert 
rip the pants and rip the shirt 
ruff sex make it hurt 
in the garden in the dirt 
roll around Georgia brown that's the way I like to twerk 
legs jerk, over worked, under paid, don't be afraid 
in the sun or in the shade 
on the top of my esclade 
baby your girl and my friends can trade 
tag team off the rope on the ocean or in the boat ?, or hundred spokes 
what 'bout in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt 
whips and chains handcuffs smack a little bootie up with my belt 
scream help play my game 
dracula I'll get my fangs horse back I'll get my fangs, 
horse basl i'll get my reins 
School teacher let me get my grades 

Girl we minus well see what's up wit them niggas 
Hello 
Hello 
Yeah; oh, oh what's up 
This 20 this 20 
Oh okay yeah yeah 
Yeah yeah so what's up man 
So what's up y'all going to come thru or not 
Yeah we going to come thru there 
Alright that's a bet 
Let me go on and tell you how to get here 
You ready 
Yeah 
O.k. you go shit 
Let me let Chris tell you hold on 
Hello 
Yeah 
Yeah o.k. you go 85 south 
Okay 
You get off on old national highway 
Make a left 
You going to come all the way down till you get to Creal road 
Make a right on Creal 
Okay 
Then you just going to keep coming down 
You going to see this big ass white Mansion on the right hand side 
Word 
Hell yeah 
It's going to be this convertible Jag in the driveway 
Range Rover all black 
Hell yeah 
We like right next door and shit in this hood house man 
The door kind of fucked up so you going to have to climb thru the window is that
kool 

[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

f/ 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)

[Ludacris]
you wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me
'cuz you weigh too dusty, and rusty, and busted
[Pastor 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)
[Ludacris]
I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room
[Pastor Troy]
it ain't nothinnnnn'
[Ludacris]
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 ho fine-out
then watch me take ya', and fake ya', and shake ya', and break ya'
and see you on holdddddd until you make her
[Pastor Troy]
you should give up now for talkin' shit like that
but then you noting, you garbage you betta' watch ya' back

chorus

[Pastor Troy]
(OK, OK now)
it's the pastor, ? her, showin' my move
[Ludacris]
up in that 2000 excursion
[Pastor Troy]
ridein' on 22's
I hear da' boom
[Ludacris]
but booms just get more crunk
[Pastor Troy]
it's the DSGB foreva'
[Ludacris]
we ridein' on pump
[Pastor Troy]
I stuck, or did I fake punk, I'm in dea (UN huh)
I think I take a ???
or you can pretend to be homey
[Ludacris]
??? as soon they get off me

chorus

f/ 4-Ize

[Ludacris]
Look, when it all comes down to it...
we ain't have shit
its word of mouth

[Ludacris]
Ludacris, 4-ize, its like dis
I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust
then give you a $80 dolla certificate to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but da crust
So you can feel what its like with instinct but no guts
A sack wit no nutts or
A mack wit no sluts
Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched
They call me Seymour Butts
Cause I get more ass than most
they say next and got dat butta love and get too close
Follow da leader cause I'm meaner than
Abdulablugata
My trials of more quest than midnight Marauders
its all Pina Coladas
No cops and robbaz
Takin' trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas
I hump more than Llamas
Get rolled more than tires
If you say I'm not nice, than you a mothafuckin' liar
entitled to your Opini-um
into the next millenium
So many major coins that I thought I had a Millio-um

[4-Ize]
Yo, I am going to blow up the earth
with my few dirty ???
explosive space modulator
Buda, we praise you, meditatior
Drop squad interrogator
85 percent regulator
the Educator
and the Almighty Creator
Dedicator
The seperator, of fiction
I start friction
smoking hay without the crucial confliction
4-Ize prescription
Microphone, Jackie Stallone
Psychic Prediction
Egytian describition
of my psychical, my flesh is weak and its pitiful
Spiritiual is hooked up to da Invisibile
Umbilical Cord of my Lord
Kumbiya Devine ???
Remove paper of tar from every cigar
I slap authority like the boy Ja Ja
Half Allah, Half Anti-christ superstar
Rockin da microphone wit a hand like Mr. Claw
While I'm hitting Three...
Harder than Sonny Bono
Double Dragon mixed up within a Volvo
I kill villians in Slow Mo for talkin crazy in my Dojo
Got nothing to lose like I'mma Boxcar hobo
When I get Ludacris with bridges on da promo
Niggaz wanna clown, I'm homie and Bozo
Cause in the grandprize game my life is callin like Dojo
the name sticks like ???
I keep it reala than alien autopsy photo
You similiar to a Spice Girl going solo
You lost like ???
or a dog named Toto
My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
??? Promos
Virgo, bust ass like a mothafuckin' Homo
Como.. Estes?
Tony Del Negro
Built to destroy these kid's blocks of Legos
Lego my Eggo cause I say so
Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted
Manifested, Elevated, I uplifted
The Elevator, the esclator, Thats not a knife
Thats a knife
Pocket out and leave the Alligator
Wrestler
Cause I hustle Ya
Unda da china
Big Trouble, Little Sewer but I still find ya
Cause I'm thinking
Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky

Featuring U.G.K

Yeah nigga got that Ludacris 
Got that UGK that Disturbing the Peace Click 
And you know what i'm tired of? 
I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggas 
So if you see one you know what you do? 

Chorus: 
Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up 
Put ya hands up where I can see em see em see em 
Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em up 
Target niggas wouldn't wanna be em be em be em 
(repeat) 

(Pimp C) 
Uh, I want the money and the power they hittin me every hour 
For the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollars 
I'm from Texas nigga it get hectic nigga 
People depending on me I can't neglect it niggas 
Cause the game is deeper than just working off the beeper 
If the paper ain't right then we calling a sweeper 
To clean up the problems and straighten the mess 
So nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya vest 
This ain't the east or the west the 'bama weed or the stress 
I'm young pimpathal author and we done passed the test 
And we smoking the best everywhere that we go 
And when our records come out them bitches sell out the sto' 
Stayin throat on the 'dro and keep that thang on the flo' 
Want my momey up front when we come for the show 
Y'all can play wit ya paper but i'm dyin for mine 
So while y'all buying them watches i'ma stay on the grind 
Fuck Nigga 

Chorus 

(Ludacris) 
Hallow laid hollow sprayed I'm the hollow man 
I get to my fuckin point wit my hollow plan 
Hollow bullets I pull it i'm about to live in vain 
And then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the pain 
It's mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin gauge 
Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fuckin stage 
I feel a ghetto rage let's turn the ghetto page 
My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs 
And I got a ghetto aim with diamond 'bezeled rangs 
So while my index is working my pinky's blinding thangs 
I hit em at close range I spit em at most brains 
You think you real rich nigga we gonna make some chump change 
You think it's a fucking game you think it's a blood sport 
You gasping for breath and I'm puffin on one of these Newports 
And I see a red dot aimed at yo head 
Then bright lights oh no po-po and guess what they said 
They said 

Chorus 

(Bun-B) 
Say nigga you think it's a joke? 
Trill niggas be going for broke 
Twist this whistle loc and them muthafuckin pistols smoke 
And it's just a matter of time before you labeled a busta 
I just the nigga that couldn't catch up and cut the mustard 
Now I got confidence I don't need no condiments 
All I need is common sense to see through your incompetence 
Nigga keep your compliments they don't flatter me 
And that'll be the day bitch we don't play you know where the gat'll be 
huh, right on the side of me (side of me) 
Right where it's 'posed to be ('posed to be) 
Bitch niggas die for me (die for me) 
Just for getting too close to me (close to me) 
So kiss your rosery beads and sing a silent one cause 
I promise if you get it it's gone be a violent one 
Coroner catching his breath like he's got asthma 
When they cut on the blue light and see all that fucking plasma 
Millenium murda master nigga I ain't new to this 
So when you see that Bun-B young pimp or that Ludacris 
You just 

Chorus 

ATL the PAT UGK and DTP 
(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em) 
Shawn Drey I twenty Ludacris and Fake Fees 
(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em) 
Down South how we do it Pimp C and Bun-B 
(I wouldn't wanna be em be em be em) 
Roll trees ride D's make cheese and shake fleas 

In the middle of the day now yeah 
I seem to hate only he 
Hey 
What's up Chris this Kenya 
Damn I've been tryin to get that out you all week 
Why don't you call me back 
Okay okay alright damn I'll swallow just call me back 
Okay alright the crew can hit it too why don't you just call me back 

(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)

This Friday performing live 
At the Civic Center 
You heard him on fat rabbit wit Timberland 
I be that named Luda a.k.a. l o v a 
You heard him wit Jermaine Dupri on Sony Playstation's John Matten 2000 
Now see him perform live at the Civic Center 
For three shows only 
It's Ludacris 
Tickets for the first show are not available 
Because it's sold out 
Tickets for the second show are not available 
You got it right sold out 
And tickets for the third and final show have been sold out 

f/ F.A.T.E., Infamous 2-0

(Chorus)
All this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just relly don't give a fuck

And all this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck

(Ludacris)
Now let me be quite Frank
Cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drink
And I'm steady smoking buddah
I do the
Evil that'll bend you when I get you
I'mma sit you down
Then take it to the mental and essential and clown
Every chance I get
Bitch I'm hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet 
But the smoke from the can a beer shit
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again
So when I get old I'mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver
With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver

Chorus

(Infamous 2-0)
Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos 
Steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo
Doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend
Runnin wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron
Then'll smoke a L
Bust shells
And dare ya to tell
Walk up in the club
Pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots
Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's
hot
Shaking tits and twats
Placing big face 20's and cock
Loading clips and glocks
Knowing we got the haters hot
The ballin' don't stop
Just drop more G's on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga cause it's gon' catch up

Chorus

(F.A.T.E.)
Now wit the help of Hen and Coke
I grab my pen and pad and wrote
Something that I knew was dope
And represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke
Wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King
But I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretta
My shit even come out better
Grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga really need
Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker til he
bleed
Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out
Or the club get closed out
If it's hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Dro'd out
There's no doubt I love my life
Love the light
Love to write
Love the mic
So take a drag
Grab a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed
Believe me it catch up

Chorus

(F.A.T.E.)
Git it right
Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL
We are the dirty south's dirtiest. Disturbing the peace.

(White guy)

Uh, Cadillac grills Cadillac mills
Check out the oil on my Cadillac spills
Matter fact candy paint Cadillac's kill
So check out the ho's my Cadillac fills
20 inch wide 20 inch high
Oh don't you like my 20 inch ride
20 inch thighs make 20 inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass clothes pretty ass toes
Oh how I love these pretty ass ho's
Pretty ass high class anything goes
Catch em in the club throwing pretty ass bows
Long jime jaws long jime stalls
Any stank puss make my long jime pause
Women on they cells making long time calls
And if they like to juggle give em long jime's balls

Chorus:
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin ass niggas wit the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the flo nigga throw them bowls
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties wit a matching ass
Wit ya fly ass boots or ya open toes
When ya get on the flo nigga throw them bowls

Dirty south mind blown dirty south bread
Catfish fried up dirty south fed
Sleep in a cot pickin dirty south bed
Dirty south guls give me dirty south head
Hand me down flip flops hand me down socks
Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks
Hand me down a 50 pack swisher sweets box
And goodfella rich niggas hand me down rocks
Mouth full of platinum mouth full of gold
Forty glock cal keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth you could find your mouth cold
Rip out ya tongue cause of what ya mouth told
Sweat for the lemonade sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce sweat from the D
And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me

Chorus

Hit by stars hit by cars
Drunk of the liquor getting hit by bars
Keep your girl close cause she's hit by far
Hit by the Neptune's hit by guitars
Afro Picks afro chicks
I let my soul glow from my afro dick
Rabbit out the hat pullin afro tricks
Afro American afro thick
Overall country overall jeans
Overall Georgia we overall clean
Southern Hospitality we overall mean
Overall triple overall beams
Thugged out niggas wear thugged out chains
Thugged out blocks playing thugged out games
All black tinted up thugged out range
DTP stay doing thugged out thangs

Chorus 2x

(Nigga throw them bowls)
(Nigga throw them bowls)
(Nigga throw them bowls)
(Nigga throw them bowls)

Featuring Foxy Brown, Trina & Shawna

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

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

[Ludacris] 
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes 
And I wanna move from the bed down, to the down to the, to the floor 
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy 

[Trina] 
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes 
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor 
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave 
But you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know what's your fantasies 

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

[Ludacris] 
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes 
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor 
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy 

[Shawna] 
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes 
And I wanna move from the bed, down to the down to the to the floor 
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave 
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy 

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

[Ludacris] 
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes 
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor 
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave 
(Remix, remix) 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy 

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

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

[Ludacris] 
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes 
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor 
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy 

[Shawna] 
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes 
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor 
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy 

[Ludacris] 
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes 
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor 
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy 

[Shawna] 
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes 
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor 
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy 

[Ludacris] 
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes 
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor 
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave 
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy 

[Trina] 
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes 
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor 
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave 

featuring Timbaland

[Ludichris - Verse One]
I be that nigga named Ludi
a k a L-O-V-A L-O-V-A
Fuck that shit
Nigga what you wan say one time
Southside let's ride (say what)
And if you love what you do, do what you feel
Then I know you gonna mark my words
Yall drop shit like birds
Then it's about the time for yo ass to get served
Just lay it on down
Just lay it on down 
While we relax to the tight raps
And the phat tracks
That that nigga Timbaland put down
Oh yes, let's get it on down to the nitty grit
Don't have no time for the patient
Cuz I got more dick than a lil' bit
And time flies, when I'm havin' fun
I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just "run baby run"
I guess that they can't handle this
Brothers just to scandalous
If you don't wanna get freaked
then get out my way like an ambulance (say what)
Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the fake
And tell you boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hate
Kick back relax, and just take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) 
Yea

[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS]
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That-that rabbit (ohhh, c'mon)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That-that fat rabbit (uh oh)

[Ludichris - Verse Two]
Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack
Showin' them where that love's at
So open up your eyes and get a surprise like in CrackerJacks
Punan' Don happy
Givin' up that nappy dug out
Get the cut up, then I cut out
Why you standin there wit yo' butt out (whoo)
And it's always in the back of my mind
Wherever the place, whenever the time
Even in College Park, after dark, I'ma get my sunshine
Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in ya
Beginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner
And let dinner be served
Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder
and put so much light in yo' life I'll make the roaches scatter
The wetta the betta, I'm ready to get ya
Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar
So I can freak ya like I just met ya
Hot like a sauna, get comfy like in a Cadillac
Nick nack paddy wack give a dog a bone Jack
Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) 
Yea

[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS TWO]
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that rabbit, girl (ohhh, c'mon)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh)


[Ludichris]
Yo' love is supa-cala-fragalistic
You don't know how bad I missed it
If it broke then don't fix it
Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit
Reminisce like Mary
I gotta pop that cherry
Kinda like that coochie
You wanna be my hoochie
Better than my advesary
Don't be so scary
I, never thought that you could act up
Make a nigga wanna back up
Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up
So we can slip and slide
Make you wanna dip and dive
Trippin' while we rip and ride
Til I get to the coming side
Got you where I want yo ass
In the case of an emergency, break the glass
Keep yo eyes on the President, erase the past
We be happy if we had more blunts to pass
Get done up and run up
And the guts of yo butt don't shake like they used to
I wake 'em up like a rooster
Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster
No worry, no hurry
No pain, no gain
Keep yo eyes on strain
Cuz ain't a damn thing changed
Kick back, relax and take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) 
Yea

[Repeat CHORUS TWO]

[Crowds] 
Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Fat rabbit, fat rabbit
(repeat x4)

[Timbaland]
Wha, uh huh
Yea
Dirty South, can y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me
Dirty South, can y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me
Dirty South, (uh huh) can y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel me