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Give-and-take of Mouf Album

Creative person(s): Ludacris

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Tracklist

Coming to America

length: 4:24

Coming To America
Ludacris
(Give-and-take Of Mouf)

The imperial penis is make clean your highness
Thank you lot, male monarch shit

Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United states of America.
Fourth dimension to scroll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses.
Hailin from the filthy, dingy South, where the Kings lay.
Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty
when you hear it. The throne has been taken, and so buss this
nigga's earring. Luda throw some grapes on these bitches!

[Ludacris]
These bitches throwin rose petals at my anxiety mayn!
They wanna spoil me, treatin me similar royalty;
what I'm 'sposed to practice? It's such a sweet thang
Work that rails, whip 'em like Kunta
That's why they stay downwards, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
Past manner of A-T-Fifty; if y'all disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go simply go straight to jail
With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly
It's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli
Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda'south oodles of noodles
And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles
My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline
It'due south Ludacris - I pack more than nuts than Delta Airlines
I'g fly, even when I go high I work cash
And even got my coats bumped upwards to first class
I'yard boss to all employees - and I'1000 here to teach the principle
Crusade I've been saved past mo' bells than Distraction Vorhees

Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real homo. I'k tired of
this shit homo. Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get
a nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit. Man for real.
Human my four-year-old son can rap ameliorate than that nigga;
man that nigga garbage. Man I got talent too, the nigga own't
hearin me. Man three-iiiis this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris.
'Cris, f'existent man. FUCK YOU NIGGA, Human FUCK YOU!

[Ludacris]
Fuck you lot too! What you wanna do, scrawny nigga
Merely I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos
Know how to utilize 'em, fight muddy every bit SHIT
I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a CLIQUE
You see you got it all wrong like women in tuxedos
And comin upwards shorter than 5 Danny DeVitos
I'grand on a absurd ranch, get laid more than Fritos
With v strippers, four wives and three amigos
I go scuba divin in Bays at Montego
I find gold links and snatch 'em similar I'm Deebo
Merely I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo
I've seen more than Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo
I used to run numbers in line they caled me BINGO
Cause I'1000 large, you a footling star, y'all but twinkle
Onetime asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled
And I stay with more BULLETS than yo' Billboard singles

Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applause
he is definitely all f'existent - yaseeI'msayin? Ha ha I be
fuckin with him all the fourth dimension, yahhmean? I'm sayin, I used
to merely (?) at present home come through he want filters a purple,
he desire quarters a purple now. I want y'all to trip with it
man, I woulda sold him a Coupe (?) we coulda played with,
yaseewhatI'msayin?

[Ludacris]
Yeah, tin can I become a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack
Encounter slice of the bigger trap look at that God be rollin on that
Where they kicking information technology at? And a lot of people but don't know
Shady Park you heard but don't go
Quick to flip the bird upwardly po'-po'
Makin the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!
Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people
I gotta brand a nigga stop, drop, ringlet - oh no where the crush go?
Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak
Tons of fun with guns
Fuck all the lil' chit-chat become back get that get that
Who knows, who goes at that place? Motherfuckers it'south Poppa Bear
Stop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare
Come on, FIRE! And you know I can't terminate 'til I re-TIRE!
Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin on Faddy TIRES!
Right down the avenue, passin you quickly stackin
In the back of the Cadillac and packin emergency action
Camera, Lite LIGHTS, throwin a punch and then FIGHT FIGHT
Packin a lunch and then BITE Bite, A-T-L stay TIGHT TIGHT

I'grand just tryin to save ya shorty. I'ma allow you lot know
information technology's real down heah. When you ride downwardly that two-eighty-5,
and you go past Kincaid, get prepare to go past that Cambleton Road
fo' you become it cutting free shorty just shave; crusade dat where dem
real niggaz at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and y'all flossin
down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or (?) Boulder to shave!
Crusade dat where dem real niggaz at. When you're goin downwardly that
ol' Nat Loma and you lot pass dat second waffle house 'fore y'all go
to the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem existent niggaz at!
Matter of fact, just shave when ya go to Georgia nigga.

Roll Out (My Business concern)

length: four:57
mixer: Jimmy Douglass

Roll out, roll out, roll out
Roll out, roll out, roll out
Scroll out, ringlet out

I got my twin Glock, forties, artsy back
Me and my homies, then drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Twin Glock, foties, artsy back
Me and my homies, then drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the meridian back
So much money, you lot can't stop that

Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that mackin' Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin' through?
Human being I ain't got nothin' to prove, I paid my dues

Breakin' the rules, I milkshake fools while I'm takin' a cruise
Tell me who'southward your weed homo, how do y'all fume so practiced?
You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?

What in the world is in that bag, what you got in that bag?
A couple a cans a whoop ***, you did a skillful a** job
Of simply eyin' me, spyin' me

I got my twin Glock, forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, and then drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
And so much money, you can't stop that

Twin Glock, forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drib that
We rollin' on twenties, with the pinnacle back
So much money, you can't stop that

Man, that car don't come out until next year
Where in the f*** did you lot get it?
That's 80-yard bucks gone
Where in the f*** did you spend it?

You must take eyes on your back
'Cause y'all got money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
The improve I'thou feelin', the more than that I'yard chillin'
Winnin', drillin' and killin' the feelin'

Now who'due south that bucked-naked cook fixin' 3-coarse meals?
Gettin' goosebumps with her trunk tapped in six inch heels
What in the world is in that room, what you got in that room?
A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rappers
A couple of wives, now it'southward time to cull

I got my twin Glock, forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drib that
We rollin' on twenties, with the meridian back
So much money, you can't end that

Twin Glock, forties, cocked dorsum
Me and my homies, so drib that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top dorsum
Then much money, you tin can't cease that

Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or y'all merely custom-fitted?
PlayStation two up in the ride, is that Lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or merely your main *****?
You have a choice, while I'm rubbin' the hips
Touchin' lips to the top of the **** and, whew

At present tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?
What almost diamonds and gilt, is that what you continue in your oral cavity?
What in the world is in that case, what you got in that case?
Go up out my face up, you couldn't relate
Wait to take place at a similar pace, so shake, milkshake it

I got my twin Glock, forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the superlative back
So much money, y'all tin't stop that

Twin Glock, forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, so driblet that
We rollin' on twenties, with the acme dorsum
So much money, you can't stop that

Get out my business, my business
Stay the f*** up out my business concern, ah
'Cause these n*ggas all upwards in my ****
And it's my business concern, my business
Stay the f*** up out my business 'cause it's mine, oh mine

My business, my business
Stay the f*** upwards out my business
'Cause these n*ggas all up in my ****
And it's my business, my business organisation
Stay the f*** upwardly out my business organisation, 'crusade it'south mine, oh mine

Ah, ah, Timberland, Ludacris, Disturbing Tha Peace, hoo

Go to Sleep

Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Get to slumber hoe (get to sleep)
If you tired be quiet and get to sleep hoe (get to sleep)
Become to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Go to sleep hoe (get to sleep)
If you tired be placidity and go to sleep hoe (get to sleep)
Get to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Get to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
If y'all tired be quiet and get to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Maaaan I tell a hoe to become to slumber (go to sleep)
They turn effectually and pout
Gotta make em half-dozen feet deep
Cuz nosotros knock em unconscious with that nonsense
Read in between that fine impress
Think about lyrical content
Then almost where your time spent
Mess effectually become your guys hitting
A 10 huuuuut
Hustlin 3-half-dozen o shiiat nigga what
If ya, tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
Simply you lot wont wrap upwardly your bandages or heal your wounds
Nigga i got shotees and semies I dearest dro and heney deala
I'yard brown and skinny just i fucked upwardly then many
I got QPs and halves if nosotros beefin I smash, u steepin i laugh
As if, im off the rip
I had this hoe who talked besides much i had to off the bitch
2-0, Mr Crayola, niggas know what i mean
Cuz i slang brown, white, yellow, purple, and green
And all you faggot muthafuckas gotta know the routine, for war
Go to slumber hoe (get to sleep)
Become to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
If you lot tired be quiet and get to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Go to slumber hoe (become to sleep)
If you tired be repose and go to slumber hoe (go to sleep)
Go to slumber hoe (go to sleep)
Go to sleep hoe (become to sleep)
If y'all tired be placidity and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Become to slumber hoe (go to sleep)
Go to slumber hoe (become to sleep)
If you tired be quiet and become to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Bitch its me again
Kickin in your fuckin doors i'k lookin for dividends
I aint lookin for you hoes, you bitches cant comprehend
Allow me put one in your boat, permit me put one in your gunkhole
So yous nigga can go to slumber
So lay down bitch
Gimme all that you dream for
Gimme fancy cars gimme bling bling blings boys
Information technology dont mean a thing boy
For me to go swing boy
Your god damn toy, do u kno what i mean
Now if you warrin and runnin from the 3-half dozen niggas
this 45 gon requite a reason to sleep nigga
Or bosom some massive round from SK
My last trip to ATL i fucked upward Cascade
I'one thousand strippin bitches, Im a ball fucker with a limp
They call me infer-stripper, sexy, cherry-red hoes pimp
And quick to sink her on the nigga cuz this what its bout
Nosotros rob that trick and stick his dick up in his fuckin mouth
We Memphis niggas
Get to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Go to sleep hoe (become to sleep)
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Go to slumber hoe (go to sleep)
Go to slumber hoe (go to slumber)
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Go to sleep hoe (become to sleep)
Get to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
If you tired exist quiet and become to slumber hoe (go to sleep)
Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Go to slumber hoe (get to sleep)
If you tired be quiet and get to slumber hoe (get to slumber)
N, northward, southward, south, Westwood, Orangish Mound
Nigga we be smokin life, never shut ya Charlie Chocolate-brown
Memphis niggas in this bitch, pockets full, ya know we bond
Hooked up with my nigga Cris, and then nosotros head to ATL
Playas wild, throwin bows, tellin chickens, Fuck y'all hoe
Nigga rollin upwardly the moe, as long that white shit upwards they nose
Mayn this boondocks is similar my town, then we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in the lost and found
Better employ common sense checkin me out for bitch I tin represent
And upward, get yaself in this clique
Without my natural language licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a slut
Expect, I'yard from Gittero what
Southside niggas throw it upwards when it'south time to get buck
Niggas in the dorsum of the club postin upward
Waitin for a nigga that's new to make information technology up
Ass in, aint no askin, information technology's no tolerance as long bowwow cheque in
She wit me, comments will only getchu places eternally resting
So bide by the call of the streets
If ya got a bitch better keep her on a ternion
Gonna creep in ya dwelling while you gone
Take you lot comin back findin nutt on yo sheets
Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Become to sleep hoe (get to sleep)
If y'all tired exist quiet and go to sleep hoe (become to sleep)
Go to slumber hoe (become to slumber)
Go to slumber hoe (get to sleep)
If yous tired be tranquility and go to slumber hoe (go to sleep)
Get to sleep hoe (become to slumber)
Get to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
If you lot tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (get to sleep)
Go to sleep hoe (go to slumber)
Get to sleep hoe (go to slumber)
If y'all tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)

Weep Babies

[Chorus: 10 2]
(Oh No!) I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh No!) My hollow put a pigsty in his vest
(Oh No!) I'm bout to transport ii to his dome
(Oh No!) Cry babies go dwelling house!

[Poesy One: Ludacris]
I got people scared equally **** similar when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eatin' fourscore pounds of steak
Then put your belly on a plate and watch your weight
You frostin' like a flake and Ludacris feels grrreat!

Who want come up face me, confront come up desire who?
And women give me face until they're confront turns bluish
They can't breathe, **** to rima oris recessatation
A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations

I Playstations, duck cops and lose agents
I'm Doc Love, I close curtains and **** patients
When I kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhyme
My black *** is so hungry I'll take a seize with teeth out of law-breaking

And it'll hurt if I consume, simply even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
Y'all run across I crush cowards, funerals I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass movie pennies at rush hour

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
You lot run into I'm ambidextrous I slap *** with both hands
Delete your start steps, but I'll save the terminal dance
I just bought some new guns my mama said "it ain't worth it"
But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perferct

Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives
You run with *****due south that's more chicken and then pot pies
Bok bok bok I'chiliad shakin your tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC Male monarch similar Chris Webber

Luda' volition take you dorsum to duck hunt and double distill
When *****due south sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My cars got large TVs and satellites
I got a Wheel of Fortune 'crusade I flipped O's like Vanna White

And the servey says? (Kill a mutha ****a now)
Could it exist off with his head? (Or shoot a mutha ****a down)
Ground round, ground chuck your footing beef
Bullets gather round so I shoot rounds around teeth

[Chorus]

[Poetry Three: Ludacris]
I kick *****southward in they're *** reboot 'em similar laptops
And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat peak
Yous punks pucker and pout, bicker and blubbering
Now they all lost for words like I vanquish 'em in Scrabble

You see I'm from a small town chosen "Fresh out a cop's ***"
Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed
I odour puss from l yards
Why'all not playin with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left 50 cards

Grab me in Vegas spinnin' the greenish
I re-up with more chips than a vending automobile
So y'all tin catch me in Rome maggots in brauds and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em

A drug dealer's dream, and so fresh and I'm and so clean
I'm a grown *** man and you're sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies
Headed down stairs to get y'all some milk and cookies

[Chorus: 10 ii]

She Said

[Chorus: x2]
She said she never washed it, she said she never tried
She's sitting there telling a **********ing lie

[Poesy 1: Ludacris]
She said she was a christian and she grew up in the church (in the church)
Would stay a virgin if for improve or for worse (or for worse)
Had plenty friends and got offers all the time (all the time)
Swore upward and down she was just one of a kind (of a kind)
She said she'southward loved, but she's never gotten pimped (gotten pimped)
Not dominated couldn't imagine, never dream (never dream)
And though she steady looking for the perfect man (perfect man)
To buy a band and take her **********ing hand (man)

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
She said her stuff was sacred, and her momma told her so (told her and so)
And that she went and got information technology pierced on the low (on the low)
Tin you believe she's been waiting for so long?(for and then long)
To get a course A certified she long (certified she long)
She said her parents never allow her out the house (out the house)
Because they knew it was so dirty in the due south (in the south)
She hates to boast, and you know she hates to brag (hates to brag)
Only, man I gotta permit her cut upward out the bag (out the bag)

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
She said she never tried to take it in the butt (in the butt)
But, knew some ho down all around sluts (all around sluts)
She even said she never licked some other girl (another girl)
And never had any chocolate, vanilla swirl (vanilla swirl)
She said that band up in her tongue was for testify (was for show)
And she would never be mistaken for a hoe (for a hoe)
She telling lies over xx years old (20 years old)
I approximate the game is to exist sold, not told (whoa!)

[chorus: repeat 2x]

[Verse 4: Fate Wilson]
She said she had a ***** who was only at that place for rent (at that place for hire)
And wouldn't milk shake her booty for a red cent (red cent)
She said she never ****ed 3 *****southward at a time (at a time)
Till lil' fate started ****ing with her mind (with her listen)
She said she couldn't see how women plough tricks (turn tricks)
And couldn't picture trying suck a ***** **** (suck a ****)
She had respect, and wouldn't practise nothing wrong (goose egg incorrect)
But, she the reason why nosotros fabricated this ****ing song (this vocal)

[Chorus: x4]

[Repeats]
She's said she never done it

HoWhere (Skit)

Yo hello
Luda
What's upward boy
What'south up nigga this is xx
Where you at?
Shit over here at the Texa-hoe filling up
Aye aye I feel that
Yo yo check it out
Yo you lot still got that daughter Stacy number from Valle-hoe
No no I remember I lost that
Oh no c'mon man I'thou trying to cutting her man
You tin'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 y'all talking nearly
Valle-hoe, Valle-hoe
Man your ass here we hoe again
Nah man I'thousand sitting here looking and
I don't have it I don't see no Valle-hoe
Fuck fuck human being I'll telephone call Shondrae
Oh hey man congratulations I forgot to
Tell y'all that shit didn't your sister
Graduate today?
Oh yeah dog you know what I'thousand saying
Valor-dick-whorian and all human
Yeah that's tight man
Shit look I'thou about to break out though dog what's upwardly
For real nigga where you feeling to hoe
Yeah man I'm about to hit these roomster hoe's right quick.
Oh nigga yous can't come get me?
Ah nigga I'thousand in the middle of Howhere!

Area Codes

length: 5:05
producer: Jazze Pha
lead vocals: Ludacris
mixer: DURO
recording engineer: AJ Wolfe
additional background vocals: Jazze Pha
invitee lead vocals & other vocals: Nate Dogg
lyricist: Nate Dogg, Ludacris
composer: Jazze Pha, Billy Nichols

I've got hoes
I've got hoes, in unlike area codes (area, area codes, codes)
Hoes, hoes, hoes, in dissimilar expanse codes (area, expanse codes, codes)

Now yous thought I was merely 7-7-0
And iv-0-4, I'thou worldwide *****, act like y'all don't know
It'south the abominable hoe man
World-trot international post man
Neighbor-**** dope homo
7-1-8s, 2-0-two'southward
I send small cities and states I-O-U'due south
9-0-1, matter fact iii-0-5
I'll jump off the G4, we tin can meet exterior
So command your whoremones and keep your drawers on
'Til I close the door and I'thou jumping your basic
three-1-2, three-1-3, ii-1-5, 8-0-3
Read your horoscope and eat some whore d'oeuvres
Ten on pump i these hoes is self serve
seven-5-7, iv-1-0, my cell telephone says overload

I've got hoes
I've got hoes, in different area codes (expanse, area codes, codes)
Hoes, hoes, hoes, in different surface area codes (area, expanse codes, codes)

Now everyday is a holiday
So finish the violence and put the 4-4 abroad, skeet shoot a ho today
5-0-4, 9-vii-2
vii-1-three, what ya goin' do
You checking up the scene, I'm checking a ho this night
With perpendicular vehicular homicide
3-1-4, ii-0-1
Also much green, too much fun
I bang **** in Bangkok
Tin can't stop, I turn and hit the same spot
Think not, I'm the thrilla in Manilla,
Schlong in Hong Kong
Pimp em like Bishop, magic Don Juan
Homo afterward Henny with a coke and a smile
I just pick upward the **********ing telephone and punch
I got my condoms in a big-***-sack
I'm slagging this **** similar a New Jack, *****

Is information technology cause they similar my gangsta walk?
Is it cause they like my gangsta talk?
Is it cause they like my handsome face?
Is it cause they similar my gangsta ways?
Whatever it is, they beloved it
And they just won't let me be
I handle my biz, don't blitz me
Only relax and let me be free
Whenever I call, come running
two-1-2 or 2-one-3
You know that I brawl, stop fronting
'For I call my substitute freak

I've got hoes
I've got hoes, in different area codes (expanse, area codes, codes)
Hoes, hoes, hoes, in different expanse codes (area, area codes, codes)

ix-i-6, four-1-5, 7-0-4
Shout out to the 2-0-6
Everybody in the viii-0-8
2-1-half-dozen, vii-0-2, 4-i-four
iii-1-vii, 2-1-4, ii-8-1
3-iii-4, 2-0-5, I see ya
three-1-8, 6-0-ane, two-0-3
8-0-4, iv-0-2, 3-0-i
9-0-4, 4-0-vii, eight-v-0
7-0-8, five-0-ii
And unlike area codes

Growing Pains

length: 4:50
guest performer: Fate Wilson and Keon Bryce

[Fate Wilson]
Okay, I remember the days
High Rise, Lil Lefts, Even Stevens and Faze
Troops Lotto and BK's those was the days
High tech boots spray paintin' with ya proper noun
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
They carrying Bone'south chain
1 gone but yo we miss ya'
Harris photos school shots can y'all remember
Bury him told his ***** go to the perm and die
Didn't lie shot his-cocky in the caput with the 4-five
When she disobeyed hand off clated craze
Just to reiterate dog those was the days
For the invasions of hater I own't cool to mile around
Use to get down at True Flavors bumping Central Lo
Walkin' damage cross colored and Paco
While play more pace than talent shows
Prom nights tux and cane know its so cool
**** them new model cars we ridin' old school (onetime school)

[Chorus: Keon Bryce]
We was trying then hard
Hard to survive
Cause even though we were young
Nosotros had to stay potent
No thing what we went through
Information technology was me and my crew
And that'south how nosotros win
When nosotros were kids

[Fate Wilson]
In three months we stayed in Jamestown
Hamwood and Diplomats
Played with Transformers, K.I. Joe's and Thundercats
We was lovin' that
Before to started jacking jacks
For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through
Collis Park after dark
Crown Victorias police armored cars
Be aware, wang wiggas was out there
Only we didn't intendance kids was gettin' stabbed and ditched out there
To busy playing, Double Dare
You touched shorty on the *** that'south a bet
Want ya absurd-Aid and carbohydrate smack ya hands and say sweat
Information technology'southward mine now identify it in my Louie Vaton pouch
Thump a ***** on his knuckles brand him say ouch
Slout socks box Chevy Caprice
Hot knees cut the holes Disturbing The Peace
Wit no conscience broke *****s call em nonsense
No com-mission little faded payin' homage

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
I had a Long John only no Silver
No gold or plat
I was simply ruby-red from the years I been holdin' back
With 2 sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches
And ready fires in garbage pales and cabbage patches
A child of the corn been wild since I was born
Climbin' over affront wire wearing apparel got torn
Shoes got muddied and my click turned cruddy
Wherever I get they went they my buddy
I castor teef brush naps and cause treats
Dreamin' of Cadillac with wheels and plush seats
Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats
Macks with no grief and some sacks of light-green leaf
When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for activeness!
Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack i
Want to hang with the large boys and play with the big toys
And 'buse the people making all that god damn dissonance

[Chorus: x2]

Greatest Hits

Improve than higher girls gone wild (whooo)
It's more off the concatenation than late night with Ms. Cleo
( Call me now for ya free reading. Who- Who's the father of the baby)
Agonizing the peace entertainment presents
It's Ludacris's Greatest hits washed past "Random white people"

(in a shakey voice) Yeah, Aye, Aye, Aye

Come on (what is it?) oh give it to me now, requite it to me now,
Give information technology to me NOW.

Uh Uh you make it so skillful i dont want to get out
merely i accept to know what, what is your fantasy

and them ballin ass brothers with them candy cars
if yous a pimp and you know you dont do them hoe's
when you get on the floor
Drib THEM BOW'Due south
If you lot a..... shit

Your doin hoe activities hoes are ya friends hoes are ya enemies

Hey speakin a hoe's

Why practise ya retrieve ya accept a hoe to a hotel
Hotel.... Every.... body

It's random white people doin Ludacris'due south greatest hits
A partition of deeze nuts records

Move Bitch

length: four:31
guest performer: I‐20 and Mystikal
mixer: KLC

[whistling]

[Chorus 2x: Ludacris]

Move b****, get out the way
Get out the way b****, exit the way
Motility b****, become out the way
Get out the manner b****, get out the way

Move b****, go out the way
Get out the way b****, get out the way
Motion b****, go out the mode
Go out the way b****, exit the way

[Ludacris]
Oh no! The fight's out
I'ma 'tour to punch yo...lights out
Get the f*** back, guard ya grill
There'due south somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin' and bustin' ii
and I been thankin' of bustin' y'all
Upside ya motherf*****' forehead
And if your friends spring in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' d***
Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
Since non into lution', we run in the streets
So cheerio-farewell to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumber on y'all?re a**? No n****!
I'g doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you lot practise the speed limit, become the f*** outta my fashion
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you lot about to get ran the f*** over

[Chorus]
Movement b****, get out the manner
Become out the style b****, go out the manner
Move b****, go out the fashion
Get out the way b****, get out the way

Motion b****, get out the way
Go out the way b****, exit the style
Move b****, get out the way
Go out the way b****, get out the manner

Here I come, there I get
UH OH! Don't spring b****, move
You see them headlights? You hear that f****** crowd?
Start that godd*** prove, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I'm F****** gonna eat the crowd up - that'south what I do
Immature and successful - a sex symbol
The b***** want me to f*** - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
"Oh wazzzupp, become my d*** sucked, what are yoouu doin'?"
Sidelinin' my F****** bussiness
Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these b******' T.Five.'s and jewelry b****, tell me that?
No, I ain't biting, I don't give a f***
But i'ma tell y'all like this b****
You lot better not walk in front of my tour bus

Move b****, get out the fashion
Get out the style b****, become out the style
Move b****, get out the manner
Go out the style b****, exit the way

[Chorus]
Move b****, become out the style
Get out the manner b****, get out the way
Move b****, get out the manner
Go out the way b****, leave the way

Too bad I'g on the right runway
Beef, got the right mack
Striking the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be correct dorsum
We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there'southward h*** out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the peels cuz we robbin' tonight
Beat the south*** outta security, we startin a fight
I got a 5th of the remy, f*** the Belve and 'cris
I'm sellin' s*** upwardly in the society like I piece of work in the b****
F*** the dress codes, it'due south street dress, we all street n*****
Nosotros on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up n*****
I'k from the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.
Fu*** this rap due south***, we clap b****, two in your torso
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move b****, leave the way h**
All y'all f***** motherf****** make way for 2-0
So...
[Chorus]
Motility b****, get out the way
Get out the way b****, get out the manner
Move b****, go out the way
Go out the way b****, go out the way

[Chorus]
Move b****, get out the way
Go out the way b****, get out the way
Movement b****, get out the way
Go out the way b****, go out the way

[whistling]

Stop Lying (Skit)

length: 1:37
performer: I‐xx

Damn human I cant believe them hoes aint come over here human being
Nigga I tin can, you told them hoes the truth
You never tell hoes the truth ::ring ring::
Human check the caller id, man it'south rich girls the Buckhead girls yeah yeah
Now gimme the phone and let me bear witness you how to do it deep voice deep voice
What upwardly
ohhh why you talkin similar that
man fuck all that yall coming through
Yeah nosotros might I saw you blinging last night .
Yeah 30 karot, paid for.
Hey hey nigga you wearing my mutherfucking concatenation over again?
Ah this the babysitter trippin. Nigga imma whup your mutherfucking ass nigga
Get off the phone nigga. Yall coming through though?
I don't know I don't be feeling like drivin
Oh shorty I got y'all. The new Benz truck
hey hey you lot took that rent a machine dorsum human being we need (close the fuck up) man nosotros
need to have that shit back for real.
Close the..man Look anyhow infant yall coming through or what?
Man I don't know who all live there?
Bitch this my house
Mama, mama I'm on the phone.
Hello who on the phone get off the damn telephone
And clean yo damn room tell him to stop wearing my damn chain,
and stop wearing your blood brother's damn chain.. who the hell motorcar is in my driveway
Oh hell no
Ah oooh noo

Saturday

[Chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of greenbacks
Simply seen a big ol' ***, information technology's Saturday
Gummy, disgusting, icky, disgusting
Sticky, disgusting, icky, icky
Arrangement on blast, cops just pass
But seen a big ol' ***, it's Saturday
Sticky, disgusting, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, disgusting

[Verse i: Ludacris]
Grease don't popular on the stove no more, moved on up
Double shot Hennesey fill my cup
Luda choke smoke in a big black truck
Should I wild out, what the ****?
Act like my rims ain't make clean
How yous gonna human action like my neck don't bling?
Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen
But they don't never really wanna popular them things
Cane, pikestaff sugar man Luda don't go
And I stop at a light, pull off then deadening
But I'grand out for the night, then laissez passer that dro
Then, daddy come home in a Cadillac brome, Cadillac brome
Now don't information technology sound absurd
Merits College Park where they flip them birds
Play a trick on car alarms, then bend them curves
Chop chop, chunk information technology up fatty human being herb

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Information technology's illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow, that's my bud
Smoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luck
Go along a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, ***** what?
Act like I don't make deject, how you gonna deed like I don't go loud?
How yous gonna human action like I don't stone crowds?
And leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smiling
If I recollect correct so you audio like dirt
But, I judge what you don't actually know don't hurt
With a vest, and a pump hear the shotgun squirt
My folks on the block, human being, they got that discussion (they got that give-and-take)
Don't it smell and so skilful, in Southwest where they rep that hood
Protect your chest, they upwards to no adept
And come through flossing, they wish y'all would

[Chorus]

[Verse iii: Ludacris]
Worldwide hustlers get that dough
Work that tip, get rid of prove, move that brick
Keep a D hawkeye with an extra clip
Remember it ain't so, suck a ****!
Human action like I only do rap
How you lot gonna act like I just ain't strapped?
How y'all gonna deed similar I don't button lacs?
Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on back!
Ichy finger trigger, man, Luda don't squeeze
With a mac, with a glock I'ma make 'em say please
In the back, on cake so the cops they freeze
And I'm then high, I think I got a nose bleed, you gotta nose bleed?
Don't it smell then sweetness?
In Decatur, where they pack that estrus
And Rb neighbors in the night pitter-patter, creep
I'll encounter y'all later we'll be in them streets

[Chorus: repeat 2x]

Keep It on the Hush

length: 4:47
guest performer: Jazze Pha

[Preacher]
Sister, mother so glad to meet yous
So glad your parole came through
So glad everybody came out this morning
We reading from the book of hush, today
Verse sixty-nine, come on somebody, come on somebody
Good to come across all of y'all came out this morning
Even though some of you just exit at ane twelve
Smelling similar booty, and hennessy, come on
Cabasille double shots, haha, information technology don't matter!

[Chorus]
Keep it on the hush, don't say nothing
Ain't gone be no talking, while I'm doing my affair
Proceed it on the hush, don't say zero
Ain't gone exist no talking, while I'1000 doing my thing

[Ludacris]
I'm loving the way your legs go so far back, your one of those flexible girls
I effigy your daddy always said y'all was i of the best in this world
But never the less in this world, I'm merely professional girl
I teach 'em a lesson, have 'em stressing and confessing the girl
How good it was, and how skillful it could be, if they merely tried it
Taking my double dosage skip the daily **** diet
Tried it, they and so excited, and tin can't hide it
I'yard trying to do my thing, simply you gotta exist tranquillity

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Now fifty-fifty when I just come in your house and embrace your mouth because your momma is habitation
You grippin' the sheets and making a attempt not to holler and moan
You got to keep it on the hush, cause we in no blitz
Y'all tellin' me its the little things that mean and then much
And its an illusion to think you can match what I can do best
So if ya man call, tell him to put some hair on his chest
But he don't even have to know, we keepin it on the low
You walking it similar a canis familiaris, and stay working it like a pro, then

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
I'ma taste ya neck, and begin to nibble around your earlobes
Downwards to your belly button, so I'thou united nations-snappin' your bra thinkin'
Your ******* are trying totell me something
Hard nipples, colder then icicles
Workin' it with my tongue, you can just tell me if information technology tickles
Freaky deaky kinda sneaky, Ludacris and the gang
Disturbin' the peace, we runnin' the streets and steady slangin' them things
But you gotta keep the noise down, in social club to keep the male child down
Its joy all around, and y'all know how information technology sounds, if you just

[Chorus: Repeats]

[Preacher]
Equally the offense scene evolves, the doors are open, the doors are open

Look at y'all sister Johnson in the front row
With thongs on, your legs open trying to tempt me
Keep it on the hush, I'll exist over at about seven o'clock
Go on it on the hush

Word of Mouf (Freestyle)

length: 2:12
guest performer: four-ize

Yea-uh, here we become here we go here we go
Talk virtually that Discussion of Mouf baby!
Yeah, yeah aye yeah yeah! Here we go, here we go
Ludacris, four-Ize, D.E. what yous want now now now at present

[Ludacris]
Check it
You run into I alive a life filled with chicken and malt liquor
And women that are real life scratch'n'sniff stickers
I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers
Then hitting stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor
You lot pricks is all talk, and it'due south bad for ya health
Run into I own't gotta say ****! Money speaks for itself
With all models I brand I'm +Great+ like 5 +Lakes+
Y'all got rims on ya truck? Human I got rims in my skates!
You rolling on dubs, I roll correct into clubs
Dirtiest home with more rings than ya tub
You think it'southward all practical jokes and big bloopers
Merely I smack *****es with no ******* that piece of work at Hooters
Simply get a couple of girls that shaking they things
So I, put 'em on camera and cut two frames
With some gasoline drawers I'll be going to hell
Ludacris, **** like a ***** fresh out of jail!
I got junkyard dogs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper
And my babe'due south assed out, cause I rub my cars with her diapers
Then you can pray for now if yous sinned in the past
"Discussion of Mouf" fourth dimension to wipe that giddy grin off yo' ***

[four-Ize]
These rap cats is soft like R&B singers
It's 4-Ize, I've worked for wings and craven fingers
I reps mo' parts so Chi-Boondocks could get seen
I'm a Dirty Bird now but I go on **** clean
I rip meanface *****s one past one
Or 2 by 2, I'll take 'em yet they come
Instead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from woodworking
The black Hacksaw Jim Dugging stay lurking
Creeping, I'yard in the shadows, the nightshade
You want the tail in the dorsum or, a light fade?
Crusade Tony Scissor-hands is the barber, the butcher
I kill ya fume a blunt and forget where I put ya
I'm Soopafly like Snuka, I smack hoes
The black rose with the dozen attack flows
I rock Shaq'southward clothes when I modify beast
Power up, get large, information technology's Disturbin' The Peace

Get the Fuck Back

length: 5:22
guest performer: I‐twenty and Shawnna

What the ****'s up?
DTP in this female parent ****er
And for all ya'll that don't similar it
Do one affair, become the **** dorsum
'Cause all my *****s is set
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna
Let'south show these mutha ****ers how we disturb the peace
Get the **** dorsum, *****!

**** that
Go the **** back
Luda make your skull crack
Constrict that
*****, your whole town'southward on my nutsack
Gage that
Put information technology in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

**** that
Get the **** back
D low make your skull crack
Tuck that
*****, your whole town'due south on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

Bronson, mutha ****er, give me more three feet
DTP in the society, we comin' more iii deep
Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters
Stayin' more to crunk, our **** bump like bad clippers

How many try to hustle with dealer then went bankrupt
Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want information technology that way
I'll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee

I lick a load of you *****z, leave kids in the hallways
Take hold of 'em at they locka
Run into 'em on Broadway and tap they ***
Catch 'em in the pond pool and overlap they ***

I'one thousand from the Southside, College Park
G road, *****s gone, ride when the beef starts
Don't hold back, permit the heat spark
One's through his vest, i's through his chest
Sleepy hollows lay the *****southward to rest, uh

**** that
Go the **** back
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
*****, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put information technology in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die this evening

**** that
Go the **** back
Shaw make your skull crevice
Constrict that
*****, your whole town amend love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

What you know about projects, hoes, and murder
Whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
Whole lotta feds, got them *****s scared to surface

Type of ***** that got the brownish in my sock
Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a slice of the ingather
Watch me, pull upon me real sugariness in a drop
But if you ****in' with my newspaper, feel the heat from the glock, *****

We pop bottles, canteen, right over you head, *****s
Put nozzles, nozzles, correct over your leg, *****due south
Our motto, motto is kill 'em instead, *****s
Nosotros brand 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, *****s

All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed
The but time I'm goin' half, is half on a half
But I employ a total clip, 'cause I'm a total fledged killa
Part fourth dimension MC, full fourth dimension drug dealer

**** that
Get the **** back
Luda make your skull scissure
Constrict that
*****, your whole town'due south on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' dice tonight

**** that
Go the **** dorsum
Fate brand your skull crack
Tuck that
*****, your whole town's on my nutsacks
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

We the filthy *****s from the south, A town represent us
Strong armin' ************s, like a Russian sickle
Y'all got issues with usa talkin' **** on Niks tapes
I'll take hold of you at a prove and vanquish you with a mix record

You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood ooze
I get out *****south similar burps, excuse
Just keep on pissin' me off, like a weak kidney
And you will find your family readin' your obituary

These people tryin' to scrub the red off
Stains they don't get off
They wanted to bring the pain, and then this thang 'bout to set off
Barretas for gettin' cheddar, y'all're improve off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cutting his ****in' caput off

I got a letter from the government, the other mean solar day
They told me that the *****es caught a shipment of my yay
They on their style, iii minutes to get the G
Two minutes to get the weight, i minute and I'm a spray

**** that
Get the **** back
Nosotros make your skull crack
Tuck that
*****, your whole boondocks's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put information technology in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

**** that
Get the **** back
Nosotros make your skull cleft
Tuck that
*****, your whole boondocks ameliorate love that
Gage that
Put it in your weed, *****, puff that
What'south that?
People gon' dice tonight

Bang bang impale a man permit his brains hang
And when I'thousand in the court, plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, I'mma accept to maintain
Only when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change
Bang bang impale a man permit his brains hang
And when I'thousand in the court, plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, I'mma accept to maintain
Only when I hit bricks won't a damn thing modify

Freaky Thangs

length: 5:33
guest performer: Jagged Border and Twista

Information technology'southward two a.m. in the morning time and it,
Calorie-free showers and you're probably hooking up with that girl
That's been, two-waying you all week.
Her infant daddy's out Of boondocks so, you tin can **** around.
It's okay to bank check in That Motel half-dozen. $59.95,
Not a cent more, for that dirty-*** ho.
Yeah, stop by that convenience store and pick upwards them rubbers,
Magnum I promise, this is Phazon Love and, I love hoes.
I just don't pay 'em!

[Chorus: Jagged Border]
Cut upward! Know we similar that, get that cut upward
Freaky things, we be bout 'em
Get that cut up! Oh-whoo, cutting upwards
Freaky things, we exist bout 'em

[Ludacris]
I'yard kinda hoping that perhaps you want to kick it in the L.A.C.
So later on we'll exist rolling
Drop-tops I'm hitting yo' hot spots I'chiliad top notch
My *****s never listen just I told 'em
When I catch you at the game running game at the A.U.C.
That later on on nosotros'd be boning
Fat cats I'grand ready to tap that so back that
No wonder why you waking up up swollen

[Twista]
I'g you Luda', smoking my Buddha, coochie recruiter
Coming at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it upward fast
Hitting it a hour and a half, picket the spectacular splash
On the dorsum and leave it dripping downward the fissure of her ***
Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasing haul sucker giddy puddy
Killing for coin, even so a thug get bump, from some poking
And locomotion striking bunnies, for threesome get ya buddy
When I'm feeling scummy I honey to cut

[Ludacris]
Tan skin so, butter soft I'yard ripping the buttons off yo', blouse
Aroma the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo', firm
Check the ratio of men to women and women to men when down, south
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo', mouth
So we love that thousand-1000-1000-thousand

[Chorus]

[Twista]
At present I got the feeling nosotros can cut the hell out each other
And I hope we exist the aforementioned thing, freaks
We can get the mattress going eh-err, eh-err
Handling business organisation while I bang bang, skeet
Launder the **** off and kick off another session again
I tin can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors
The pieces from the East is the ****
And the flesh in the Westward is the best
But Twista love them Chicago and Southward hoes

[Ludacris]
Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day
Cum 6 times, simply it'due south 7 today
Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet
Ahh, ahh! What'due south my proper name?
So magical I come and bear on the game
You ************s really lust to gain
Nothing simply hating and a expect of cloy
So it'south must, stay "Adrenaline Rush"
Wondering why they don't be busting the same

[Twista]
I'thou clutching my matter,
Stuffing in it, stroking it down, beat the stuff upwards
Uh-uh shorty, don't run from information technology
She give me the booty I'm breaking it off
I tin can tell a stab by the way that she walk
Fatty flicking similar it was dubs on it
Peep how this role player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
Pulling rubbers and swishers up out your Prada handbag
Want to fume 'dro I got a pocketbook, have a proper drag before I tap it
I honey the chicks that got a lotta ***, so we love that 1000-k-yard-chiliad

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Bubble, chimera bubbles is in the bathtub
Making you stutter from the B-body butters and backrubs
It's killing me thinking about the bottles that pop
The models that consume willing, up nether my pillow staying strapped up
If information technology tickles in the center from Mr. Pickles you lot try to escape
So give me the rope you getting wrapped up
Rooty tooty and so fruity and fresh, I'thou fresh and fruity
Ya duty's to effigy the booty's getting slapped up

[Twista]
I dearest them chicks that exist thick equally a loaf of breadstuff
Long equally I can even so grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip upward in information technology we can brand a video
But I got the radio bumping Jagged Edge past the bed
When yous want to get up with ya cutty buddy
Come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist'
But subsequently we practise what nosotros goin' do become ya pocketbook and get together
Because at present you gots to ride out, *****!

[Ludacris]
Oh 'Cris, can y'all, do it once more, that's what they asking me
Hit skins, causing catastrophes
Go pinned, past me and my family
Sip gin, fulfilling yo' fantasies
In yo condition I'm wishing you lot'll take a licking
And keep on ticking from thicker thighs
Finger licking never get sick and tired, but take a look in her optics
And you tin can tell she'due south a figure five, and then we dearest that k-k-1000-m

[Chorus]

[Jagged Edge: x2]
Cut up, getting brains, in the Range
We love to cut up cause we like them freaky things
I like it when you let me try, anything
Cause daughter I ain't got zilch but time
Permit a ***** get a little cut upwardly girl

I come from the 8th planet in the 19th galaxy,
Where the royal penis is make clean, yo' majesty. Can information technology be,
Sheila E, Appolonia, Vanity, all mad at me? I'm the
Prince **** of insanity. I'yard skilful loving, body-rocking,
Knocking boots all dark long, nosotros not stopping.
I don't intendance if the kids watching, I stir it like **********ing
Coffee and brown carbohydrate. Girls them saccharide. World grade lover.
Kama sutra, porno music producer. Tallywhacker is a stone hard
Storm trooper with a purple helmet, fabricated for burdensome
Pinkish cookies. Goonie goo-goo, nosotros cutting bigfoots and wookies,
And fatty women, considering they need love too.
So go on big girl, what you gon' practise?

Common cold Outside

length: 6:04
guest performer: Chimere

[Chorus]
It ain't no one to trust but me
And I got to make certain that I take intendance of my family
And it own't no choices 'cause it'south cold outside (It'southward common cold outside)
And to my *****s on the block
On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks
You hear the voices say it's cold outside (It'southward common cold outside)
I'm hiding out and smokin' herb
Because my dominate is getting on my **********ing nerves
Simply I got to take it 'cause information technology'due south common cold outside (Information technology'southward common cold exterior)
Run into rappin' is my simply way
My mama told me only to salvage it for another twenty-four hour period
But I got to make it cause information technology's cold outside (It's cold outside)

[Verse 1]
Human, I tin hear that wind bravado
You say it don't get cold in CP
Well *****s it's been snowing
Even though some might disagree
When concern is however slowing
Even if we field of study to change
Come upwards out them diamonds and rings
Even all them dollars and change
***** nosotros abode-grown
And to those that couldn't accept the pressure level
***** they long gone
Skeet 25 lighters on dressers
Or you lot'll become zoned on
They be puttin' them bodies in numberless
They be cuttin' them bodies on slabs
And then go to somebody and brag
Got to keep a straight face
Ameliorate keep inside with your know
Got to find a safe place
Improve stay in silence or go
Or end up a waste case
Choice figure information technology's more than stuff to exercise
Choice ****** it's more folks than you
Pick never come close to a clue
I put my life on it
Want to disrespect requite me your neck
And I'll put a knife on it
Some say it's slippery when wet
But my Gyre got ice on it
It's all about supply and demand
Information technology'due south all nigh me buying some land
You folks merely don't understand
That uh

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Man, I see the clouds coming
Y'all encounter a human on the moon walking
I see a crowd running
And the APD steadily talking
Cause nosotros done found something
And it'southward not as good as it seems
Oh I wish I could go some foam
And get upward out of the hood with some dreams
I'm peepin' hard crimes
See the system's ****ed upwardly
And they givin' out some difficult times
Heard one of these ?
And my people snortin' hard lines
Locked upwards and they didn't do a thing
Locked upward because of the pressure and pain
Locked up considering they wouldn't practice the same
And I see the case close
I tin't enquire no questions, and it's over
Cause they say so
I ain't learned no lessons, but these snitches
Better lay low
Or we gonna be chopping some heads
And we gonna be rocking some beds
And nosotros gonna be dropping some eggs
We walk a long road
Trying to find the essence of self
But I picked the wrong wearing apparel
Practice rag with a gat under my chugalug
Cause life'south throwing stiff blows
Simply I keep a little hope and some dreams
And I try to stay focused and clean
But I got a little dope and some light-green
Cause uh

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I can come across them shamed faces
Human being, y'all look at me like you grew upwardly
In the same places
Scams and dirty work came upward on
A day to twenty-four hour period basis
Now they got to re-up and re-bag
And they got to re-up and re-slab
Then they got to be up and be bad
This game'll never stop
Excuse my French, but Goddammit
I got some clever friends
They might get set dorsum past some wench
Simply that *****'ll never win
It's all about the way of the world
It's all near the fashion of them girls
It's all about them diamonds and pearls
We waiting too long
Only the DEC and Southwest Atlanta
Is too strong
We might bring that soap out and wash up
And throw them suits on
Coming in the court with some pride
Cause we ain't got nothing to hibernate
Just didn't know what laws to bide
I play the cards dealt
And I bought a full house and I watched
The woman'south centre cook
See my mama'south cooled out and she'southward crying
Crusade it'south heart-felt
It's all about supply and demand
It'south all nearly me buying some land
You lot folks just don't understand
That uh

[Chorus]

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