Альбом Ludacris

Shhh, they're about to start the movie

[Intro] And, hear ye, hear ye Disturbing Tha Peace presents, "Theater of the Mind" Get your popcorn, get your popcorn You scoot over to the left a little bit Single file line now It's an extravagant event starring Ludacris Please silence all cell phones We're about to go on a ride! Let the show beginnnnnn!

[Ludacris] Lights, camera, annnnnd ACTION! Take 6, Ludacris, it's nice to meet ya Blow the smoke in the air 'til I blow out your brain Turn it up until I blow out your speakers Gotta keep them Tweeters tweakin, gotta keep them woofers pumpin Then I blow out one of these verses Spit 'em in ya, got a million more comin However you want it, I can give it but you gotta admit it Other rappers talk it, try to walk it, Luda live it Sign it and seal it, multi-mil' it, said it and did it They give me sixteen bars on another nigga's song and you know that I'ma FUCKIN KILL IT Cause I'm the FUCKIN realest, when it comes to this rappin sheeit Semi-automatic tongue when I spit another verse cock back, I'm packin beeitch And I'm back and attackin with album six Tell them other niggaz we see danger Probably cause I got enough, albums to fill yo' CD changer Gotta buy my whole collection, gotta beat my whole selection Hit your neighborhood record sto', and you can get it in the smokin section Now that's a coke connection, these fiends are addicted to it No guts no glory, so that's my story and I'm STICKIN to it

That's my story and I'm stickin to it Here's my story and I'm stickin to it Here's my story and I'm stickin to it Here some stories and I'm stickin to it Annnnnd CUT! On a good gate we're movin on

(feat. Floyd Mayweather)

[Floyd Mayweather speaks]

[Ludacris:]
Back up on dat ass,
Back to put rappers on one knee like they bout to run 100 meter dash,
Bow down to greatness, before I get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers,
Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers,
Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of glacers,
Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts like "Where da Titanic go?"
I been scourin' da earth, makin' my fans catch da holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church,
And the fat lady singin', it's ova for you rappers,
Can't none of ya'll bust your just sacs full of semen,
And I got da women screamin', and they could catch my balls on any given sunday like my name's Willy Beaman,
Or LL Cool, so if ya boyfriend thinks your loyal to his ass then he's a motherfuckin fool,
Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist
Iconic status and his name is Ludacris,
Bitch please, you messin with some real O.G's,
With million dolla whips dat I ship from overseas,
Got a pocket full of G'z, and the inconvenient truth is that the ozone is back cause I been smokin' all da trees,
The globe is warmin' up when we fire up the blunt,
And put it in the air like Evil Knievel stunts,
Wat you want from me? I got pistols for da haters,
Ya fam will be in black like the playin' for da Raiders,
And ya music isn't favored, and DJ's they neva bring it back like when you go and borrow somethin' from ya neighbor,
Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt,
The name of my car insurance is YO fuckIN FAULT,
And if you sittin on chrome, I'll call up my boys and have you stripped of ya medals like Marion Jones, nigga...

[Floyd Mayweather speaks]

[Ludacris:]
Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins I got the hammer in my jeans,
Call me Mr.Fixit, barrel hotter than a fresh batch of home-made buttermilk biscuits,
A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made casket,
Luda leaves them trouters stretched out like gymnastics,
And acrobatics I'm superstar status, the mouth of the South like gangsta grillz you bastard,
The international traveler, and I may not be much to you but I'm the sh*t out in Africa,
So put ya fist up, even the statue of liberty lit a flame for the way that I lit my wrist up,
You can't compete with me, I got 'em stuck like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet with me,
And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston become drug-free,
I'm the baddest mother shut it like Shaft was, leavin' rappers with headaches like bad drugs,
They shoulda warned ya, you got defeated by the heat but, eh, we'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya,
So Cater coroner, I'll show up to yo funeral with some gators like I'm fresh outta Florida,
Call me the swamp thing, ya'll headed in the wrong direction like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train,
So don't f**k with it, I'm sendin' lyrical bullets right at ya dome f**k niggaz betta duck with it,
Or else you stuck with it,
You'll get stalked so bad you'll leava da scene thinkin eight Young Buck's did it,
But not in Cashville, you lost yo feelin' like comin down off X chasin' effects of yo last pill,
You fuckin Daffy Dill, You's a Daffy Duck,
And I'm the undefeated champ, ya'll niggas suck!

(feat. T.I.)

[Talking: Ludacris]
Surprise nigga, It was bound to happen sooner or later
History has been made
ATL YEEEEEAAAAAA

[Chorus: Ludacris & T.I]
Cause I got it, All these haters wanna grill me
But fuck that, I'm bout my money if it kills me
And I'm up to no good
Ayyy I wish a muhfucka would
Dis da A-town, Cum into my hood
Ayyy I wish a muhfucka would
Houston Dallas, Cum into to they hood
Ayyy I wish a muhfucka would

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
I keep a fresh pair of ones on my feet and double deuces on the chevy
Three's company, The double 4's on my belly
5 hot amp speakers shake like jelly,
So many wires in my trunk look like a bowl of spaghetti
Assault and batteries but my trunk stay eveready
Assault and battery, If you scared you never ready
And yea I went green da 26's on da high bridge,
Smoke so much green I can't open up my eyelids
Wake up in London, Go to sleep on Atlanta time
Still my paint got more candy then ya valentine
For 5 mil I bought a lakefront crib
Da Bentley car cover lookin like a laced front wig
Of corse dey hatin cause dey still ridin da martor train
W named da yacht but put the plane in my daughter name
Now dats Karma, So call me daddy war bucks
Cause if you got money I got more bucks

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
I'm a freak like a scorpio, Custom hood scoops make the hood look like pinnochio
I'm rich bitch I should drop cash, Da inside of da 'Lac look like a woodshop class
And these women give me love like it's tennis time
So many shoe dat my closet look like Finish Line
So many acres dat my crib look like Bermuda
So many diamonds da safe look like Kay jewelers
Dat spider bout to drop my team said Luda get it
Now 50 thou says I'm the first nigga with it
Da first round draft pic, Later for you embasals
The car is all black like it got traded to the timberwolves
And I keep a lil bit of that green up in the lining
But as the weather change my weed adjust to different climates
Green in the summer time, Orange in the spring,
Now it's black with dat purp, I call my whip da Sac King

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: T.I]
I'm fly enough to fly away, Trouble I don't shy away
From it I annihilate, Suckas in they driveway
In church on Sunday mornin prayin bout what happened friday
But dem da consequences, For comin at pimpin' sideways
Now a days, Guess it pays to change
In cahoots with corporations makin major change
With magnificent watches, And amazing chains
Plush pad in Atlanta and L.A's da same
I ball till I'm bored with selections and assortments of all the motors worth a small fortune
Of coure it's the '72 Chevelle hard top, '69 drop, 60 karrot piece you could bet it pay ya lease
Dude wanna talk new school, Tell em' go ahead
Drop head double off Maybech and corner sales
Swagg got as, cash stacked to thee hairline
Fuck another car, It's time to try and buy an airline

(feat. T-Pain)

[Verse 1:]
It was Friday night and I was feelin aight (yup)
Downtown Atlanta, big city, bright lights
Mixin Heni with the Sprite while I'm drinkin and drivin
No police lights, no police sirens
I'm headed to the club looking for a freak
To spread a little love and spread a couple cheeks
Pull up to the spot 26's like BAM
Eyes on me like bitch do you SEE EM?
Strolled through the front door headed to the VIP
Bought a couple bottles and I took a couple sips
Scoping out the room and what do I SEE?
A nice round butt, an a pair a double D's
So I creped up like shorty wus happnin
You killin that dress and I love it with a passion
Then she turned around and her face was aight
She had a gap toof and mean over bite
But I was like hmmm…

[Chorus:]
Yeah yeah
If I take one more drink, I'm gon end up fuckin you
Is that what you wanna do shorty?
If I take one more drink, I'm gon end up fuckin you
You too

[Verse 2:]
Woke up the next morning and all I can remember
Was taking shots and tippin the bartender
Surender to the women end up bringin me home
Cause she started lookin better every shot a Patron (yup)
I jumped up with a devilish grin
Cause tonight, damn right I might do it again
So I called up the homies (what up) let's ride
We can hit the sports bar over on the south side
Getta couple a Coronas, couple a limes
Went up to the bar saw a couple a dimes
So I, slowly walked up and said hi
My name's Ludacris and I'm a hell of a guy
One said I know who you are I'm your number one fan
And right now it's too bad I gotta man
And I said I understand (I understand)
but where the hell is he at cause in a minute
if he don't show up then maannnnn…

[Chorus:]
Yeah yeah
If I take one more drink, I'm gon end up fuckin you
Is that what you wanna do shorty?
If I take one more drink, I'm gon end up fuckin you
You too

[Ludacris:]
Uh huh
Aye Pain holla at em right quick man

[Interlude:]
Yeah you gon get in trouble with yo man girl
(Don't get in trouble girl)
Talkin bout how you're my biggest fan girl
(I know it I know it)
Now I don't wanna do (please) but you're gon make me do, but I
(Don't make me do it. Don't make me do it)
If I have more drink

[Verse 3:]
One mo drink I'ma get cha home and I'll split cha
Grab the camera phone and take a buncha drunk pictures
Cause Hennessey mixed with a whole buncha buda
Equals you mixed with a whole bunch Luda
And you know how far one drink could go
Start slurring my speech slowin up the flow
Hiking up ya skirts
Climing up ya shirts
It's Mr. Late Night Luda and I like to flirt
So guess what baby girl

[Chorus:]
Yeah yeah
If I take one more drink, I'm gon end up fuckin you
(Just one mo)
Is that what you wanna do shorty?
(That's all its gon take)
If I take one more drink, I'm gon end up fuckin you
(Who else T-Pain)
You too

[Ludacris:]
You hear what I'm sayin
People too picky these days damn it
Too tall, too short, too fat, too skinny
Have a couple of drinks and quit discriminating
This has been a Luda Service Announcement
Deuces

(Ludacris) Verse 1

I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up nigga
What the hell is goin on,
I'm tryin to ease back,
And get my head in the zone,
Where the f**k you tryin to go,
Nigga this yo city,
Anywhere, I'm just tryin to see some ass and titties,
So full mash the gas,
The night is young,
All bull shit aside,
I'm tryin to have some fun,
Hit the hop in Lakewood,
Or ride down Slawson,
Or to Casino,
they say it's just like Compton,
Really doesn't matter,
Long as shots don't ring out,
Nigga I stay strapped,
I don't wanna pull the thing out,
Well keep the heat heat,
right up under the seat,
and let's roll to Roscoe's,
And grab somethin to eat,
But check ya rear view mirror,
I swear somebody's following,
Rollin in that dark blue,
SS Impala and,
All up on tha bumpa,
Man I'm just sayin,
Tell me you know this nigga,
Naw they betta stop playin,
He sped up around,
And drove right in front of us,
Could be one time,
Just tryin to bust one of us,
Till he smashed the brakes,
And we almost hit him,
Throwin signs out the window,
like something was wrong with him,
Before we jump out,
And get ready to clown,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down

(Chorus)
Keep one eye open,
Cause the streets don't sleep,
If the streets get hungry,
Then the streets gon eat,
That's why I keep some heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down,
Call up the homies,
It's about to go down,
Yeah, call up the homies,
It about to go down,
Yeah, that's why I keep some heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down

(The Game) Verse 2

Somebody tell Luda,
I'm on the way now,
Aight, just stepped one size 12,
Air force one in the A-town,
And you know where I'm headed,
To the Lennox Mall,
To get it done head to toe,
N.W.A. style,
Do it then, Keep it gangsta,
From the waist down,
And this chrome tre pound,
Got me feelin,
Atlanta brave now,
Right, disturbin the peace,
I'll let the lead spray,
I'm startin to love this place,
They even got red clay,
Okay, hit a different,
Strip club everyday,
And I don't make it rain,
It's a hurricane on the way,
And I got,
The A-town pump,
It'll make ya whole body,
Do the A-town stomp,
Then it's off,
To the waffle house,
And pancake mix,
Ain't the only thing,
coming out of mouth,
And the 42 D's,
Coming out her blouse,
So baby, daddy coming in,
Game get out the house

(Chorus)
Keep one eye open,
Cause the streets don't sleep,
If the streets get hungry,
Then the streets gon eat,
That's why I keep some heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down,
Call up the homies,
It's about to go down,
Yeah, call up the homies,
It about to go down,
Yeah, that's why I keep some heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down

(Ludacris) then (Willie Northpole) Verse 3

Yeah I'm in a real life movie,
So this is take 3,
Where Luda step foot,
Out in Phoenix, AZ,
Super Bowl, super hoes,
Drivers on stroll,
So I put the call in,
To Willie Northpole,
Big homie I got ya,
Stick to ya like a cactus,
Welcome to tha bird city,
Cris take off ya jacket,
I know you kind of used to,
Big bootys in the club,
But ain't nothing wrong,
To have a little salsa in ya blood,
I see a couple thugs,
With some bitch Tennessees,
My town but,
I still got Phoenix enemies,
Haters wanna stop em,
And I really wanna pop em,
But it's hard to fight back,
When you got an album droppin,
Connect, We in south Phoenix,
Nigga Africa bang,
Matter fact Cris,
Tuck in ya Africa chain,
Cause I see some nigga staring at us,
With a lame frown,
I'm a call up the homies,
It's about to go down,

(Chorus)
Keep one eye open,
Cause the streets don't sleep,
If the streets get hungry,
Then the streets gon eat,
That's why I keep some heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down,
Call up the homies,
It's about to go down,
Yeah, call up the homies,
It about to go down,
Yeah, that's why I keep some heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down

(feat. Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ving Rhames)

[Intro: Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"...
A true, entrepre-negro
CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace Records
He expended his empire into multiple profitable businesses
Including his Thai food restaurant, Straits
Internet sites, WeMix.com
And my favorite, MyGhetto.com
The MVP, of this rap shit

[Ludacris]
Luda! I'm a hustler, BALLER, gangsta, CAP PEELER
I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt
And mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps!
(woo!)
But you'll be swimmin with the fishes
Softer than bitches washin dishes, fool what's the BUSINESS?
I'm already rich, so talk mo' figures (yup)
Spit 30 large for cigars of you hoe niggaz (oww!)
I got gangstas that'll rearrange ya whole face
And put your casket on ice, now that's a cold case (ha!)
Never forget where you come or that block'll bang you
I keep my ear to the STREETS like a cocker spaniel
I cock and blast you, into outer space
Break every bone in ya, you so out of place
Boom without a trace, you a bluff to block
I got some red beams, let's play connect the dots!

[Interlude: Ving Rhames]
He's the biggest boss, comin outta the M-I-yayo
Straight from the "Port of Miami"
To keepin it "Trilla"
Involved in many heated acts of violence
This goes deeper than rap shit
He's worth eight figures
So young niggaz, boss up
I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss

[Rick Ross]
I got a letter from the government, the other day
I opened and read it, it said "We want hustlers"
Had a Lexus at 18, picture that
Got a Chevy with pictures on it from pitchin crack
Bitch I know Haitians, we speakin Creole
Bitch I'm a D-boy, still slingin kilos
I got twenty cars, why exaggerate?
It cost me five grand just to fill the gas tanks
Love the marble floors, got the Greek pillows
Frontin at awards, real street niggaz
I used to serve shake, now I serve steaks
Three squares on the road, call it 3rd Bass
Big ass face, chop you in your laugh face
Shoot his ass, aim defense is the last case
Keep Jewish friends, the newest Benz
You in a pool of blood, let me see you swim

[Interlude: Ving Rhames]
Hailing from College Park, Georgia
Authorities figured they must have been some sort of mob
Or illegal organization
According to authorities, they made a quarter mil' a week
Selling {?}, they were some high-rollin hustlers
Tity Boi, and Dolla Boy
Playaz Circle, A.K.A., the Duffle Bag Boys

[Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]
Uhh, I'm so sick I wrote this verse in a hospital
It's an election year, I support struggle
(We roll like bicycles, icicle flow)
(White liquor, my nigga stay on line with the blow)
I'm on time with the flow, not a minute nor second late
Ain't no such thing as second place
(And every day I live heavyweight, you niggaz featherweight)
(Fairytale tellin niggaz really need to take a break)
And the estate got a lake for a backyard
(The pool room product put it all on my sacks card)
For real? (Yeah, for real)
I'm ill, I deal, I did, I will
(I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity two chains ridin in a two
do')
Bitches catch kudos (you know)
Yeah we move weight like sumos
And kicks it with them bitches like judo
SOUTHSIDE!

[Outro: Ving Rhames]
Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris
This has been another episode, of "Southern Gangsta"
Thanks for tunin in, what's next for Luda?
Well, anything's possible, in the (Theater of the Mind)

(feat. Chris Rock)

Sing along with me,

Say fuck you Luda [x3]

Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris

Say fuck you Luda [x3]

Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

Yep

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

[Chorus]

(feat. Chris Brown & Sean Garrett)

[Ludacris (Chris Brown):]
Luda! (Yep)
S.G.!
Chris Breezy (It's Meeeee)

[Refrain: Chris Brown]
OH OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH OH OH OH
OH OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH OH OH OH
(Darkchild)
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Sean Garrett:]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills
And it's me they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Chris Brown:]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Sean Garrett (Ludacris):]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills (HAHAHA!)
And it's me they wanna kill (LUDA!)
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Relax & take notes,
While I'm put you up on game
Get a sweeter connect, then if I put you up on cane,
But you should grab yourself a seat and a Whisky Double,
Because the girls of the world ain't nothin but trouble,

They like a little danger and might not admit it,
But they on for the chase and they want us to come and get it,
PLUS THEY LOVE A YOUNG THUG THATS OVERFLOWIN WITH SWAG!
AND KEEPS HIS WOMEN ALL DRAPED IN NEW LOUIS VUITTON BAGS!
With Louis Vuitton pumps, look at her walk to 'em,
I like open toe straps, but SG talk to em!

[Sean Garrett:]
I gotta whole buncha girls I'm tryna bring by their kryptonite,
Betta wear your cake, cause they bringin that kryptonite,

[Chris Brown:]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Sean Garrett:]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills
And it's me they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Chris Brown:]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like
(Ludacris) I KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE BABY!

[Sean Garrett:]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills
And it's me they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Ludacris:]
Yea, we gonna take this to verse 2,

Now some of em wanna family, a sense of security,
Neckless, bracelets and all other types of jewelery,
So, shop till you drop, or till it makes you psychotic,
Heres a triple Black Card, it ain't trickin IF YOU GOT IT!

Others will stay content if you just makin 'em laugh,
Send 'em to the spa, get a massage then bubble bath,
So later on, they can dance and throw a drink in they hand,
And try any and everything they never did with they man, ME!

So get loose and slide off your damn garments,
Show 'em whose the boss, they take orders from the SERGEANT
There's places on your body that I'm tryin to find,
So in the sack, talk to me, tell me what's on your mind,
And I got plenty more to learn if you'z invested in me,
They don't love me for who I am but who I'm destined to BE,
And for that!, I'll give you everything up under the sun,
Cause in the end, ALL THE GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN!

[Chris Brown:]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Sean Garrett:]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills
And it's me they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like
(Ludacris) I know what you feel YESSSS!

[Chris Brown:]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Sean Garrett:]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills
And it's me they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

[Ludacris:]
They wanna talk to ya, so SHUT UP AND LISTEN!
If you can't take the heat, THEN GET THE F**K OUT THE KITCHEN!
Cause a ride or die man for his ride or die chick,
Gets that ride or die pudding for that ride or die SHIT!
I say,
They wanna talk to ya, so SHUT UP AND LISTEN!
So if you can't take the heat, THEN GET THE F**K OUT THE KITCHEN!
Cause a ride or die man for his ride or die chick,
Gets that ride or die pudding for that ride or die SHIT!

[Chris Brown:]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Sean Garrett:]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills
And it's me they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like
(Luda) Hahaha, YEAH! WHOO!
They wanna go ON VACATION! I KNOW IT!
Let's Go!

[Chris Brown]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls like

[Sean Garrett:]
I know what they feel
Cause I'm breathin on the hills
And it's me they wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like

(Luda) Yes! They want what they can!

[Outro:]
[Chris Brown:]
OH OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH OH OH OH
OH OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH OH OH OH
[Luda:]
Women,
I love y'all, there's not enough time.
Believe dat, and if your man don't tell you every day how beautiful you are,
I'm lettin' ya know right DAMN now,
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL BABY!
I love women so much, I have one,
Hahaha,
LUDA!
Chris Breezy, this too eazy,
SG what up!
Hahaha.

(feat. Plies)

[Ludacris]
A lady in the street but a freak in the bed
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed...
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed
Lady in the street but a freak in the bed

[Chorus: Ludacris]
See she makes her own money, pays her own bills
Always stays fly, keeps it so real
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl
She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass
Walks so proper, talks with such class
But behind closed do's she a nasty girl (yup)
Behind closed do's she a nasty girl

[Ludacris]
Yeah, I met this girl named Keisha, she was so sweet (yup)
Nails stay manicured, pretty little feet (woo!)
Shoes so sexy, body so hot
Hair lookin like she just came from the shop
Legs so smooth, clothes so tight
Style so sexy, makeup just right
Never too much, never too little
Black lace bra, Vickie Secrets in the middle
Eyes so innocent, smile so bright
Works in the mornin but she'll party all night
All for her man, all cause she bout it
All cause she crazy in love and don't doubt it
Product of her birthplace, know about the streets
Clean in the workplace, dirty in the sheets
Keeps her own toaster, makes her own bread
Lady in the STREET but a freak in the bed, cause

[Chorus]

[Plies]
Okay, okay, haha
I got a college girl who go to church e'ry Sunday
Had her sneak out of choir rehearsal to put it on me
But she's so innocent, when she ridin, mami
One thing about her, she get her own money
Gave it to her yesterday while she was doin laundry
Favorite chore of mine, it's my lil' bunny
Bowl-legged and classy, such a real woman
Sex all night, go to work e'ry mornin
Text me from work and told me she was horny
Text her back and told her, "Me too mami"
When you get off work, daddy gon' punish
You my nasty girl forever I promise

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
I got a doctor girlfriend that tells me, "Come home soon!"
She plays like my house is her emergency room
Tells me to undress and to lay on the sofa
Checks all my vitals like a doc's supposed ta
All white coat, all white heels
And nothin underneath so it's an all night deal
I'm her number one patient and delighted to be
And when she needs her medicine I give her vitamin D
But wait! I got a lawyer girl that's so wild
And every single night she wanna take me to trial
Said she needs some evidence, and to show her the PROOF
So I put her on the stand and I give her the truth!
Cause I'm hung like a jury (jury)
Judge Luda preside over your body and I'm never in a hurry
You may proceed, let the games begin
And if I call a mistrial we gotta do it again

[Chorus]

(feat. Jamie Foxx)

[Hook - Jamie Foxx]
Simply marvelous - that’s what you are, that’s what you are,
that’s what you are
More than outrageous, ooh ooh, that’s what you are
Beyond incredible - that’s what you are (yeah yeah) that’s what
you are, that’s what you are
Now that’s contagious (ooh ooh) ooohhh, that’s what you are,
(Luda) hey

[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
I must admit that you are truly sumpthin’ special
So hop up in my vessel, let’s wrestle like I’m The Rock
(Rock)
Deep in your ocean I’ma find your buried treasure
So hop up on the dresser throw your legs up to the top (top)
Stretch it out like calisthenics, better that Luda wet it and
get it
And have somebody call the medic (Medic !!!)
My head is in the right direction, my quarter’s in your
jukebox
Girl, you are my number one selection
I’ll play you over and over, put your head on my shoulder
Slide down and give me head in the Rover (Rover)
And I’m a soldier, see it ain’t no limits to the things we could
do
And I made this record for you’z, and’a we can break it down
To the nitty gritty one time, and when it comes to the sexin’
I get busy with mine, do you get busy with yerrz?
I guess we destined to see, baby girl you a destine to be

[Hook - Jamie Foxx]
Simply marvelous - that’s what you are, that’s what you are,
that’s you are
More than outrageous, ooh ooh, that’s what you are
Beyond incredible - that’s what you are (yeah yeah) that’s what
you are, that’s what you are
Now that’s contagious (ooh ooh) ooohhh, that’s what you are,
(yeah, uh), hey

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
So supernatural, wonderful and miraculous
You got me buggin’ off your attractiveness like whoa! (whoa!)
So precise, so fine in your position that my unanimous
decision
Is to never say no (no), You got me strung like a guitar,
Playin’ the sweetest melody, is definitely heavenly by far
(far)
Further than the moon, and I never fake it, but I take it
When you get naked cuz your body’s like boom (boom!)
How could I resist it, I’ll be there in a instant
When you call, like tornadoes you got me twisted
I know you missed it, so I’ma give it good
You’ll go ballistic, because I give it hood
Just like a nigga would, and like a nigga should
If you hear screamin’ then Luda’s up in your neighborhood
Good gracious, yeah I do it right, and all night you are… (back
to hook)

[Bridge]
It’s courageous how you drop the phone and rush over
Crazy how you make me high when I’m sober
Just when I thought, I’ve seen it all, you put it down on me
(ooh, ooh, ooh)
It’s contagious how your lips make me lose composure
Addicted to the kisses your blow got me swole up
There’s only one ?? That’s what you are to me…

(feat. Lil Wayne)

[amazing intro...]

[Ludacris:]
Luda!..
I hadn't killed so many niggas in the booth,
I sell rappers on e-bay,
Soldiers couldn't cause more disaster on D-Day,
Haters better cover up their jon like freeway
Cause every hit record's been instant like replays,
Hold the line I got yo moma on 3-way,
Tell her Luda's got more records than a DJ,
Tell her she should blow me like candles on yo B-Day,
Cause I signed more lines than she's passed on da freeway,
Mo' checks than you ever could imagine,
Mo' wood up in ma wippin',
Than a forest full of cabins,
And yes I stay high on that purple like Aladdin,
Them women say I talk more game than Jon Madden,
Howd it happen howd dey let me in the booth,
How dey let these rappers lie,
How dare I tell the truth!
I'm the truth, and these other boys phoney,
It's a movie so act like you know me...

[Chorus - Ludacris]
Im a resist till the death,
So I got whatchya need,
Ludacris, I'm the last of a dying breed,
And we almost extinct,
So I'm saying it loud,
Say it with me: 'MC please move the crowd'
Say it with me: 'MC please move the crowd'
Say it with me: 'MC please move the crowd'

.. [DJ... ing]

[Lil Wayne]
I got it baby!
And I`m a MC,
I move the ground like Moses,
Like the Red Sea,
I wear red like roses,
Go against me and you be dead like roses,
Spittin` at yo head for the bread like toastas,
Never had a `oaster,
I keep it on my lap,
And hip-hop aint dead it just had a heart attack,
But you see I keep it pumpin,
Yeah I got that hard back,
So just call me little carter,
Or little cardiac,
Precious like an artifact,
Valuble like a quarterback,
Edibale like they call me Jack,
Fuck that pipe and start `ack,
And now did he thought a that,
I mean now did he think a that
I mean now did I think a that
I`m like that little bring-you-back,
I mean now did i think of that,
I just buy my self some time,
Some one could throw me a suprise party for every rhyme,
Everytime I do it,
I do it dity like slime,
For the dirty and fine,
Hip Hop I'm alive!

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
This is music muscle mania,
my verse on steriods,
Probably planes,
I'm the Jet-son like Elroy,
Flyin' through the sky at amazin' speeds,
We on the super man cush and that amazin' weave,
The new bentley came out,
My team said: Luda, get it!
20 thou says I'm the only nigga with it!
New arrow on yo brain,
like a A-town fit it,
I'm not eco but I'm so sick wit it!
That my flow got the flu,
Hoes I gotta pue,
But I'm stingey with the doe,
I'm like no not the 'U'
What the fuck was you thinkin!
Off what I'm thinkin',
Me and Wayne on that lead,
What the fuck was you drinkin!
Stinkin like that dead body off in da wood,
So I snatched her like a weave coming off in da hood,
And if you down for no bad,
Then up to no good,
And it's important that you make it understood?...

[Chorus]

[INTRO:]
I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit

[CHORUS:]
Here I am, yep, I'm I'm I'm I I'm the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I'm the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I'm the m-m-man...word
DTP's about that bomb shit

[VERSE 1:]
When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blaast,
your flow is garbage, I throw it in the trash,
I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit,
rewind the verse, make the track do a back flip,
your speakers poppin' on a handstand,
they snaek dissin' niggas, throwin' little jabs like Bam-Bam,
and I'm a bad man,
they amatures like at Apollo, I wipe 'em off the stage like Sandman,
damn man, what the hell you smokin' on,
it's Ludacris I got more cheese than Prombolon,
and the chrome is home, so I'm never home alone,
and only keep friends with 2-X chromosomes,
so I command all these rappers: "Put the mic down!",
throw a grenade in your mouth "Nigga, bite down!!",
'cause I'm back with Premo on the track,
takin' it to the essence, showin' niggas how to rap

[CHORUS:]
Here I am, yep, I'm I'm I'm I I'm the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I'm the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I'm the m-m-man...word
DTP's about that bomb shit

[VERSE 2:]
Still hungry as the day I began
I heat the booth up so much the engineer caught a muthafuckin' tan,
I'm the truth, when it comes to it,
I hold Hip Hop for hostage, since 2000 I put a gun to it,
and I run through it, like a jamaican boat,
and everyday is a vacation on jamaican smoke,
charge your whole block,
talk shit, they hear the four pop,
"One, Two!" and it don't stop,
and my deliveries invaded your vicinity, Hennesy is my remedy, takin' shots like Kennedy,
and I've been a G, for a long time,
to these streets I'm connected like I'm online,
on time for whatever,
and everytime and album drop, I drop big like Voletta,
I'm ahead of the competition, they wishin' I just fade off,
my career for your life, let's trade off

[CHORUS:]
Here I am, yep, I'm I'm I'm I I'm the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I'm the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I'm the m-m-man...word
DTP's about that bomb shit

[VERSE 3:]
8 years in the game, ain't a damn thang change,
so I brought it back to one of the tracks, so where the damn thang came,
and he goin' down in history, 'cause he don't sleep,
and he the first southern rapper on a Premo beat,
I ate the kick and the snare,
the samples always taste fine,
and I shoot a hot sixteen from the baseline,
I'm on point like CP3,
and I'll be goin' down in rap as the MVP

[CHORUS:]
Here I am, yep, I'm I'm I'm I I'm the man...word
Here I am, yep, yep, I'm the m-man...word
Here I am, yep, I'm the m-m-man...word
DTP's about that bomb shit

(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 me ass
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

(feat. Common, Spike Lee)

[Spike Lee]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hip hop nation, this is Spiz-ike Lee
Been sleepin for too long, wake up..
Wake up - WAKE UUUUUUUUUUP! [rooster crows]

[Ludacris]
WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP! [rooster crows]
I see the sunshine GAZING through the window pane (yeah)
Blazin like indo flame; it's to WAKE UP!! Come to yo' sense
manye
Snow is all around you, but you don't play in the winter
games!
Cartridges surround you, but you ain't playin Nintendo games!
Load 'em up and fill 'em up, to the top before you cock and
aim
Tryna get from the bottom to the TOP, like the stock exchange
Shower shit and shave and hit the corner for a block exchange
Amazing what my people'll (DO), for some pocket change
But maybe this ain't the life that you chose (chose)
This is the life where you stay strapped
and pack a knife or end up with a blooded nose
Street survivor or survivor of the streets! (streets!)
And only the strong survive, there's no survival for the weak!
(weak!)
Catch a sneak peak of DEATH if you ain't on ya Ps and Qs
They carry banana clips and niggaz'll peel you for ya shoes
It's the (Blues), but not on (Hill Street)
Hmm, you could call it, "kill or be killed" street
"Lost a pint of blood, let it SPILL" street
STOP AND WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!! [rooster crows]
WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!! [rooster crows]

[Chorus]
They say my folks'll do WHATEVER for the fortune and the fame
And it'll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I'm
sayin
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em)
You say the only family that you got is in a gang
And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm
sayin
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em)

[Common]
I've been in this 'ere since we were drinkin beers
Years we've spent together, used to break up, get together,
split a fight
Every night, gettin cheddar, movin white
Our thang, so we had to (Do it Right) like Spike
Holdin 40s, gettin green on acres, these broads were our
mules
That's when we used to serve in front of Com'wealth School
Fuel for cars and jewels, chains and tools
It was (Organized) crime but we remained (Konfused)
Mom in the pews, singin, "Lord, protect 'em"
You might not a-gree with our views, but you had to respect
'em
Diamonds in the rough, but were we reflectin
a system that's aburpt, the streets, or no ?pressure?
One morning in the mirror, I seen my reflection
A young man with good spirits, but needed direction
I guess my man's death, was my (Ressurection)
'cause now I hear him sayin from heaven,
"Wake up! (WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUaaaahhhhh-)
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! (aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh-up!)
Wake UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!"

[Chorus w/ Common rapping the 3rd+4th and 7th+8th line]

[Ludacris]
I, woke up this morning and got a call
My pot'nah said he had news about a girl named Baby Doll
She got fo' baby daddies - fo' kids by fo' different men
And she just found out she's pregnant, I said, "No, not
again!"
Man, when she gonna learn she don't wanna spend her life in
court?
Lookin for back payments and fightin for that child supports
Chasin checks, chasin her ounce of respect, chasin paper
Chasin entertainers or rappers and ballplayers
Not carin about a condom, I say, "Help her Lord, PLEASE"
'fore she stuck wit mo' babies or ends up fightin some
di-SEASE
You know that you a momma and mommas, we cain't lose ya (no!)
Treat yourself better, you carry seeds to the future (whoo!)
And the future looks dim if we don't get ourselves together
We gotta sacrifice, some do WHATEVER for the cheddar
So make the right decisions 'til you ready to give birth
And know that you the most precious gift we have on this
earth
Babies, stop and WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!! [rooster crows]
WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!! [rooster crows]

[Chorus 2]
They say my folks'll do WHATEVER for the fortune and the fame
And it'll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I'm
sayin
Use your brain baby, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain baby, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em)
You say you want a family but it's hard without a mayne
And the only way to make it is to get him fo' his change, but
I'm sayin
Use your brain baby, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain baby, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em)

[Spike Lee - Outro]
Wake up, wake up..
It's a new day! C'mon brothers, wake up
C'mon sisters, wake up
ATL, wake up, wake up, baby
Chi-Town, wake up wake up
Brooklyn's in the house!
Wake up, Brooklyn!
Ludacris! Common Sense and ME, SPIKE LEE! [echoes]

[Ludacris]
Always do the right thing..
I got it, I'm gone [echoes]

[Chorus: x2]
Everybody breaking, breaking Up...
Let's stay together, (together [x2])
Let's stay together Yea!

[talking: Ludacris]
Yea! tell Y'all a lil' story right quick man, LUDA!

[Verse 1:]
First the Fat Boyz break up,
Now everyday I wake up,
Somebody done call it quits,
Shit I thought Bobby and Whitney stay together forever if they
made it that long,
I guess the drugs weren't that strong
And now it's Russel and Kimora even Jordan and Wanita
And to top it off Brad left Jen for Angelina!
What the hell is going on in this World?!
This just can't be! If Will and Jada can do it, then why can't
we?!
Hillary is still with Bill Clinton,
How did they do it? He got his dick sucked and the whole damn
world knew it!
Now Paul McCartney losing half of his life,
All because he got divorced from his wife,
Somebody said "it's cheaper to keep her",
But not in K-Fed's case (nope!)
'cause Britney even had to pay for K-Fed's case (Cha-Ching!)
Nick and Jessica, Trina and Wayne
And if you broke up with your girl I know you feelin' the pain
because...

[Chorus:]
Everybody's breaking, breaking Up,
Let's stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let's stay together United we Stand, divided we fall Common!
Everybody's breaking, breaking Up,
Let's stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let's stay together United we Stand, divided we fall

[Verse 2:]
First it was Shaq and Kobe (yea), then Iverson and Philly
(yea),
T.O. and Mcnabb (yea), even Game and 50 (yep!),
I guess sometimes you gotta let the past be the past (past),
But I'd give a hundred thou' to see Jay with Dame Dash,
B.G. with Lil' Wayne (yea!), Juvenile and Turk (yea!),
Mannie Fresh with Baby (un huh),
How can we make it work? Crunchy with 3-6 (yea!),
Diamond with Crime Mob (yea!), Lauryn Hill with the Fugees
(what?!),
Remy with Terror Squad (Woo!), Lil' Kim back with C's and Snoop
with More Dre,
Dre With Mo-Big Boys, CD's with Mo-Plays,
Tribes with no Quest, Salt with no Pepa,
Even the Eagles broke up and got the Fuck back together,
Selling millions of copies And getting that cash
And Raz B said "Chris Stokes was getting that Ass", I don't even
understand it,
What the hell went wrong? Maybe folks will wise up and take heed
to this song because...

[Chorus:]
Everybody's breaking, breaking Up,
Let's stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let's stay together United we Stand, divided we fall Common!
Everybody's breaking, breaking Up,
Let's stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let's stay together United we Stand, divided we fall (I can't
take it, Oh!)

[Verse 3:]
First Wu-Tang broke up, Now O.D.B. is gone,
Now I'm hearing Cam'ron don't talk to Jim Jones,
Who would've saw that Shit coming?
Certainly not me, or Tha Dogg Pound break up, or Goodie
M-O-B,
then Shawnna almost jumped ship from DTP,
If Chingy left and came back
Then damn it why can't she?
We gotta think us of all for one
And one for all HIP HOP
United we stand divided we
Fall So why is?

[Chorus:]
Everybody breaking, breaking Up,
Let's stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let's stay together United we Stand, divided we fall Come on!
Everybody breaking, breaking Up,
Let's stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let's stay together United we Stand, divided we fall Come on!
Everybody breaking, breaking up,
Let's stay together (together [x2])
United we Stand, divided we fall
Let's stay together United we Stand, divided we fall
[faded Ending]

This song is rated M for Mature

Yeah, press the start button
Tell these hoes to press the start button
Punch in your code and press the start button
And let the motherfuckin' games begin bitch!
For anyone of these flows just press the start button
Tell my foes to press the start button
For a ludicrous show, just press the start button
And let the motherfuckin' games begin bitch!

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Eyes low 'cause Igloo done rolled the perfect swisha
Hit you with the weaponry, tell your soldiers to back down
I'm Raw like W.E., you'll get Smackdown!
How you want it?
I clobber my opponents like Blanka
Boy, you Street Fightin' with a monsta
A-Town mobsta, blowin' smoke like Rastas
Pullin' out guns like in Contra
Mo' toys than Tonka
I'm a fuckin' problem, rob 'em
It's Grand Theft Auto, his burner's right beside him
Hollow points headed to your dome
Hollow points headed to your home
Your head of lettuce shredded from the chrome
It's ludicrous parents think I'm a weirdo
I'm a God of War, you a Guitar Hero
Let's box like Tyson, you'll get Punched Out!
Welcome to Luda's world, now bring the blunts out!

Yeah, press the start button
Tell these hoes to press the start button
Punch in your code and press the start button
And let the motherfuckin' games begin bitch!
For anyone of these flows just press the start button
Tell my foes to press the start button
For a ludicrous show, just press the start button
And let the motherfuckin' games begin bitch!

I'm liver than NBA, Luda's Super like Mario
That Playstation 4 shit, you older than Atari, hoe!
Flows that'll make MCs Go! like Diego
Call me the Master Chief, my life is like Halo
Fightin' off haters, I'm the best, ask Khaled
I'm at the Call of Duty plus my Metal Gear Solid
My Resident is Evil, full of Southside riders
I hope your Pac-Man, I got 6 Virtua Fighters
That'll Blitz ya like Madden '09
Or hit you with the Mac and four 9's
Then later sit back and blow pine like it's somethin' to do
It ain't pretty, the Final Fantasy, they think they livin' SimCity
But I'm a MechWarrior, try me and I'll damage ya
Holdin' a Soul Calibur or shoot you like Galaga
Have my Creed Assassin' ya
So clear the room before the shotgun helps you meet your Ultimate Doom

Yeah, press the start button
Tell these hoes to press the start button
Punch in your code and press the start button
And let the motherfuckin' games begin bitch!
For anyone of these flows just press the start button
Tell my foes to press the start button
For a ludicrous show, just press the start button
And let the motherfuckin' games begin bitch!

Whether 25,000 or 25 mil'
Survival of the fittest, either kill or be killed
Get ya game on playa', get ya game on
Get ya game on playa', get ya game on
Doesn't matter whether it's 25 bricks or 25 bucks
Survival of the fittest, either stick or get stuck
Get ya game on playa', get ya game on
Get ya game on playa', get ya game on

Yeah, press the start button
Tell these hoes to press the start button
Punch in your code and press the start button
And let the motherfuckin' games begin bitch!
For anyone of these flows just press the start button
Tell my foes to press the start button
For a ludicrous show, just press the start button
And let the motherfuckin' games begin bitch!