Act A Fool"
[Intro] DRAH! 2 Fast... DRAH! 2 Furious... I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN! DRAH! 2 Fast... DRAH! 2 Furious... OHH! I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!
[Chorus] AHH, you just came home from doin a bid Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
[Verse 1] Talkin about gats, traps, cops and robbers It's 9-1-1, PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR Evacuate the building and trick the pigs Since everybody wanna piece, we gon split ya wigs See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries You about to catch a cold, STAY THE FUCK AROUND FROM ME Ya peeps talkin 'bout what kinda shits he on You disappear like "POOF, BITCH BE GONE" You think twelve gon catch me, GIMMIE A BREAK I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the stash Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride We go FRONT, BACK AND SIDE TO SIDE, WHAT
[Chorus] Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Now your car just stopped on a empty tank BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL If you got late bills and you lost your job Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
[Verse 2] Let's take it to the streets cuz I'm ready to cruise Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT And I just put a computer in the glove compartment With the pedal to the floor, radar in the GRILLE TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat and when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard Because my side mirrors flap like a FUCKIN BIRD And the fools, we gon CLOCK ONE and we'll POP ONE Cuz my folk ridin shotgun with a shotgun
[Chorus] You just got hustled for a wad of cash Man whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash Say whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Now them gulls up the block still runnin they mouth BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL If anybody talk bad about the Dirty South Tell me what I'M gon do? ACT A FOOL
[Verse 3] I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is TIPSY Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty Rollin through East Point, on way to Ben Hill Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield Got the whole crew ridin and we startin SHIT I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout Plus your new name is Fire cuz we stomped you out and yeah, we blow trees and bees, that's fantastic So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart You'll be like lil John Q and get a +Change of Heart+ It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams I'M ABOUT TO BLOW THIS WHOLE SHIT UP TO SMITHEREENS
[Chorus] The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL MAN, THAT AIN'T STICKY, THAT'S JUST STICKS AND STEMS BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed Ladies whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
[Outro] 2 Fast, 2 Furious... 2 Fast....ACT A FOOL 2 Fast, 2 Furious... 2 Fast....ACT A FOOL
Warning (Intro)"
[Intro] Warning! This album contains Ludacris material Parental discretion is advised So kids cover your ears and close your eyes Otherwise you're about to witness HISTORY The thoughts and views expressed on THIS album are a direction reflection of the new generation So without further ADIEUX I bring to YOU, that nigga named Luda
[Ludacris] HEY! I be that nigga named LUDA give a round of applause They say I'm up to no good, I'll say I'm down for the cause Down for whatever goes down, I'm strapped down to my drawers So if you up for some stitches then I'm down for some scars Down to make 'em GET DOWN, stop playing and pause There's two things I'll never break and that's my word and my balls So here's a temporary fix for your permanent flaws This album helps you to RELEASE cause life is irking us all Enough to make you wanna break shit, no longer will I take shit From ANY of these clowns cause I'm TIRED of this fake shit I'm ready for some action, ready with a passion Like pots with the steam I'm ready to get it cracking It's six years and counting if you think I'm a joke Me getting served is like Bill Gates and Oprah going broke It's 'bout time they gave it to me, I'm the reigning champ Your favorite rapper went to Ludacris' training camp Beotch!
[Outro] Yeah shawty! (That's right) On the real I feel you on that Man I'm tired of all these fake-ass niggaz homes (Hell yeah shawty) Ay ay, this your boy Lil' Black Representing that zone-trey you feel me All these niggaz ay, I told y'all hoes that I'm the man I told y'all homey nigga just need to get to the money man Stop fucking with homes man, feel me?
I JUST WANNA KNOW WHAT HE SAID ABOUT OPRAH! DON'T NOBODY TALK BAD ABOUT OPRAH! YOU JUST LOST A FAN
Man Joe, I'ma tell you what the bid'ness is You fucking with a true player, true and recognized, ya dig? Y'all already know the demo, Scary Larry sweet big-ass punks If you ain't fucking with my guy, What is yo' life about? Kick rocks, SKEEZER please!
Yo God, man Chris can kiss my ass He remember me, I was at the club right there with him He he coulda got me in I mean I went to Benjamin Banneker high school with him I knew him before all the fame That's how you gonna do your people man? That's how you gonna do your folk?
Yup! Tch man I used to cook for this nigga See he done come over to my house the other day Talking 'bout, he don't eat beef and he don't eat pork And my homegirl was over there and she was like "Girl he look so tall on TV!" I said, "Girl I told you he was short" Maaaaaaan, I don't give a damn I looooove that nigga!
Grew Up A Screw Up" (feat. Young Jeezy)
[Notorious B.I.G. sample:] "I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up"
[Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample repeated] Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that's a product of they environment Whether gettin money legally or ILLEGALLY We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man! Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby Got introduced to the game, I ain't took a breath yet Let's go!
[Ludacris] Ever since I was an embryo, waitin to shape up and ship out Somethin in my brain said, "Wake up and kick out!" Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out Peace out, A-Town gone and then I dipped out And oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out Somebody get him, the lil' nigga's out of control Put a lil' bit of rum in my bottle I'll dream about diamonds and gold Gold gold, to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent The essence of adolescence got my body feelin fresh'n fresh'n fresh'n, and it was a blessin to rhyme and start reppin I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections Still the best but now I'm grown with more range than a tec's And I'm a heavyweight you niggaz is lighter than my complexion
[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. sample variations repeat 4X]
[Young Jeezy] Ayyyy Y'all already know what it is I'ma tell you nigga C.T., know what it is, 'bout 17-5
Homey fronted me a sip, shit I made it a bird That's seventeen and a half, all I need is the word Say the, ice is cool but them pots is hot You better cook slow but that money come fast I got what you need I hope you brought all the cash You know the kid pimpin all over the world A hundred carats got me all over your girl YEAHHHHHHHHHHH, five freaks and my Gucci duffle bag A corporate thug, I run with a Playaz Circle I got a Field Mob that'll +Disturb+ your +Peace+ Blowin Sean Jay, all we do is smoke Finish countin my bread and I was gettin some head Whassup?
[Chorus]
[Ludacris] I'ma be all the way real with this, look When I came into the game they ain't do nuttin but doubt me Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nuttin without me Pickin up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that down I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys And five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpie's From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions From hangin on the block to throwin parties in the Hamptons From, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought a plane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTA From dice on the curb to stackin up chips, but harder From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your women dawg I went from ashy to classy Went from a, kiss on the cheek to doin the nasty Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playin your cards Boyyy!
[Chorus]
Money Maker" (feat. Pharrell)
[Hook:] [Pharrell:] Shake your money maker Like somebody boutta pay ya I see you on my radar Don't you act like you afraida Shh...
[Ludacris:] You know I got it If you want it, come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey
[Pharrell:] Shake your money maker Like somebody boutta pay ya Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air
[Ludacris:] You know I got it If you want it, come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey
[Verse 1:] Shake shake shake your money maker Like you were shaking it for some paper Took your mama 9 months to make ya Might as well shake what ya mama gave ya
You ... you looking good in them jeans I bet you look even better with me in between I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind But yous a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind I got * on my right side pouring some cups My whole hood is to my left and they ain't giving a fuck
So feel free to get lose and get carried away So by tomorrow you forgot what you was saying today But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet And how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet..
[Hook:] [Pharrell:] Shake your money maker Like somebody boutta pay ya I see you on my radar Don't you act like you afraida Shh...
[Ludacris:] You know I got it If you want it, come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey
[Pharrell:] Shake your money maker Like somebody boutta pay ya Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air
[Ludacris:] You know I got it If you want it, come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey
[Verse 2:] Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and.. Switch it till you running right out of breath and.. Take a break until you ready again and.. You can invite over as many friends as.. Ya want to, but I really want you Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you something to bump to...HEYY Luda...I'm at the top of my game You want my hands from the bottom to top of your frame And I...just wanna take a lil ride on your curves And get erotic giving your body just what it deserves and..
Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius...YUPP Call me the renaissance man Get up and I stay harder than a cinder block mannn....HEYY I'm just a bedroom gangster And I been meaning to tell ya that I really must thank ya when ya..
[Hook:] [Pharrell:] Shake your money maker Like somebody boutta pay ya I see you on my radar Don't you act like you afraida Shh...
[Ludacris:] You know I got it If you want it, come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey
[Pharrell:] Shake your money maker Like somebody boutta pay ya Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air
[Ludacris:] You know I got it If you want it, come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey
[Verse 3:] Rock rock rock it and make it work girl Please don't stop it until it hurt girl You..you been looking a little tipsy So if you could just shake it a little this way See ima member of the BBC The original bread winna of DTP And you the center of attention thats distracting the squad Cause everybody in the camp is like OH MY GODD..she could
[Hook:] [Pharrell:] Shake your money maker Like somebody boutta pay ya I see you on my radar Don't you act like you afraida Shh...
[Ludacris:] You know I got it If you want it, come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey
[Pharrell:] Shake your money maker Like somebody boutta pay ya Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air
[Ludacris:] You know I got it If you want it, come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey
Girls Gone Wild"
[Intro] 10, 9, 8, 7 6, 5, 4, 3 2, 1 (uhh)
[Ludacris] Never scared to be different The improviser was put into existance For in-stance, this is me What did you expect from the 5th LP Gone for a minute now I'm back again Back to back, back to break backs again Put 'em in the back seat of the 'Llac again And rip off the Magnum packagin What's happenin, I'm lookin for some girls gone willllld (gone willlld) I'm just tryin to make these girls all smilllle (all smilllle) And I'm gonna make 'em dance, so I Can see 'em shake they ass, then I'll Put 'em in a trance, 'til I Get 'em out them pants, then I'll Take 'em to a level that they mighta never been to befo' We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo' you'll get hit below I got somebody I want you to get to know - ME! Fearless like Jack the Ripper Hip-Hop needs help so I'm back to flip up Flip and run 'em back cause I'm back to stick her And flow up on the track like it's full of li-QUOR!
[Chorus: Ludacris] You're feelin kinda warm, like you was havin (sex) You're wetter than a storm, like you was taxin (X) Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise So baby close your eyes, are you ready for what's (next?)
[Ludacris] You lookin at rap's most consistant Man, whatever they cain't do I can What they wanna be in the future, I am A hip-hop mogul's right where I stannnnd God damn I'm good! Stretchin out the limits of music, I should Do it like I know and how only I could Do it like a pro and how only I woullllld Still I'm lookin for some girls gone willllld (gone willlld) I'm just tryin to make these girls all smilllle (all smilllle) And I'm gonna pour Patron, 'til I Get 'em in the zone, then I'll Get 'em all alone, 'til I Make 'em wanna bone, then I'll Take 'em to a level that they mighta never been to befo' We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo' you'll get hit below I got somebody I want you to get to know - ME! L-U to the D-A-C To the R-I-S and yeah that's me A gift to read minds, got E.S.P. Hottest thing on the go since PSP's
[Chorus]
[Ludacris] Wow, MC's I bake 'em Put me in a circle of homies and I'ma break 'em Mighta took your brain I'm in it to process Take the whole game, I'm in it to top this Just figured out that I'm ahead of my time With a flow so fast I'm ahead of my rhyme Your clock is off-beat, better set it to mine With a six-year run havin a hell of a time Cauuuuse I'm always lookin for some girls gone willllld (gone willlld) I'm just tryin to make these girls all smilllle (all smilllle) And I'm gonna get 'em high, 'til I Make 'em touch the sky, then I'll Make 'em wonder why, why Why am I so fly, cause I Take 'em to a level that they mighta never been to befo' We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo' you'll get hit below I got somebody I want you to get to know - ME! A millionaire with extra paper If you haven't heard, go and ask a neighbor I'm like hot sauce with extra flavor So put it on your tongue for your mouth to SAVOR!
[Chorus]
Ultimate Satisfaction" (feat. Field Mob)
[Intro:]
[Voice] Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction
[Ludacris] Satisfaction
[Chorus: Voice] Yeah, blow me a shotgun B-b-blow me a shotgun B-b-blow me a shotgun It gives me (satisfaction)
[Verse 1: Ludacris] Can you handle it 808 bang in the back with the woofer like boom boom boom boom With my foot on the pedal and my hand on my strap Got the engine like vroom vroom vroom vroom What's up, you ain't never heard a nigga rap like-like this before I got an addictive flow that'll give you (satisfaction) I'ma make you satisfied, even if it kills me Even if it takes the slower minds, a little bit of time to feel me Recollect the 15 million I sold, or the 30 times I went gold And if you take 2 puffs of this dro, it'll give you (satisfaction) I've sold the most and noone's close, but I'm not meaning to brag It's different strokes for different folks, like Angelina and Brad Some keep the heat in the stash, put 30 keys in their Jag And if cops ain't peepin your tag then you're gonna feel some (satisfaction) Pumpin' out albums like Reverend Run is pumpin out children, here's another one So catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland I'm bound to be the greatest, I'm determined to win Until then I can't get no (satisfaction)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Smoke] I'm the one that went to the gunfight with a knife, and won Left with his pistol and left him dead, the guy he tried to run Just because my verse 2nd don't mean I am not the one When I'm done I'm guaranteed to give you (satisfaction) I might not be the best in the world, but the best the world ever seen I'm all been in Georgia's daughter Conde ding-a-ling king And when I'm digging deep in the spleen, I'ma make the cream and she scream Baby get me hard like a Snickers bar I give her (satisfaction) Yessir there ain't not other way so motherfuck what you say Y'all had this spot, we took you off the top like a toupee Them coke's been kick and pushed in this fiasco like Lupe Back that ass up like Juve, cause the south we givin them (satisfaction) Ever since I signed with Luda and them, my chances of losing are slim Y'all talk that smack but copycat and do a movie like him Yessir my mob got that goodie, as if my group had a kid We gonna continue to give them a double dose of (satisfaction)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Shawn Jay] Yea Fleetwood drop the bomb, when I rhyme it's TNT That's why my money long as the line at the DMV When they askin who was that that was snappin I'm that answer dude Like Snickers bring no nuts no (satisfaction) I hustle and flow, I done been by my cheese since I was knee high Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off peaches like I'm T.I. Earvin Johnson gimme that rock and magic cap of Shawn Jay Dope sold money for (satisfaction) I been the nigga they can't fuck with, hot but the flow cold Flip rocks by the boatload O.G. no see see me get tipped off getcha no dough Zip-loc full of dro tow big glocks on the hip cocked try to play the big shots Get popped with the four four Don't be the reason they mopped in the floor for payin me, that (satisfaction) Fool for a dollar let me get that pop, man I need this cream Where my cake give me my candles, I got sweet sixteen Now the kid with the cocaine flow got DTP on his necklace Now Luda tell them what you think about your invest (satisfacton)
[Chorus - 2X]
Mouths To Feed"
[Chorus 2X: Ludacris] Stop movin so slow - I got mouths to feed Hurry up and let's go - I got mouths to feed Rain hail sleet snow - I got mouths to feed So you already know I'm 'bout to GET TO THAT PAPER
[Ludacris] Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary Cause paychecks are comin up shorter than February Can't get a real job, I never finished school Can't get no new clothes, I wore the same tennis shoes But now the game's changed, I'm all about the hustle And even Hogan Knows Best, I'm all about the muscle I'm all about my team, I'm all about my green I'm 'bout supply and demand, I'm 'bout to serve the fiends And I'm a workin dream, I keep the circuit clean See I'm the FUCKIN FUTURE~! I'm a workin machine Don't trust a soul I'm the only one watchin my cream So I stay in heavy rotation like a washing machine
[Chorus]
[Ludacris] Motherfucker I'm a monster in this game, I turn 20 into 50 50 to a hundred and a hundred to a Bentley A Bentley to a building and a building to a 'scraper Can't keep up with the news but I get that Daily Paper And youse a daily hater cause my foot game is major After a while, crocodile, see you later alligator My baby need new shoes, her momma need Giuseppes Mercedes need new shoes surrounded with Pirellis A finger to the world, paid my dues and I'm ready To pack up all the tools and just cruise in the Chevy Million dollar deals makin moves on my celly Cause I owe it to my girl to put food in her belly
[Chorus]
[Ludacris] Wake up and smell the coffee, it's time to make the doughnuts A kid who had a kid, my kid made me a grown-up You ever threaten mines I won't resist to put the chrome up My guns'll be like gang signs (ALWAYS GETTIN THROWN UP) Atlanta put your zone up, we true to these streets I got 12 hungry artists, whole CREW gotta eat So hell NO I don't sleep, I'm like an Energizer battery Got 19 employees, I gotta pay they salary My momma quit her job and I retired my pops Got killers on the payroll, I hired some cops I accept responsibility, they all pay rent So if it don't make dollars then it don't make cents
[Chorus]
End Of The Night" (feat. Bobby Valentino)
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino] Baby, I gotta, get you up out of your clothes, your clothes, your clothes It's somethin about the way you move I just cain't let go, let go, let go Baby, youuuuu've got me open Baby, I just wanna make you mine By the end of the night, end of the night By the end of the niiiiight
[Ludacris] It's inevitable and incredible, listen, it's Luda!
By the end of the night you gon' be wantin to marry a nigga Cause I make 'em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver Get 'em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillow Cut 'em up like Jason, just face it that boy Luda's a killer Half man, half gorilla, beatin all on my chest Pleasin all of your flesh, squeezin all on your breast Givin you reasons to rest, and ain't never say no to papi Wake 'em up like Folgers cause I fold 'em like origami Hey mami let's get it poppin like Orville Redenbacher The way you move once you started nothin could ever stop ya Sweeter than Betty Crocker, and I'm ready to belly flop ya Just mention today but for now I forever gotcha
[Chorus]
[Ludacris] (Whoo!) Verse two, it's like this
Gotta get 'em up out of them clothes, if I throw a couple dollars then pose We could drink a couple bottles and go, and ride off in the Impala on vogues And Rolls, gold is all on my neck, all on my wrist So just let go of yo' hoe, don't hog her to death, lend her to Chris Just for a little while for a little bit Just wanna see her smile and get the bigger fish She said that you had a little dick Now how in the hell can she benefit from somethin like that? I be up in that cat, make her put a hump in that back Black, I swing low and sweet chariot, meet me at the Marriott Key access, I'll be at the very top Don't hesitate to stop the elevator either I'll show you the ups and downs, you'll be my elevator diva
[Chorus]
[Ludacris] All I need is a couple hours baby, for real
Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Loius and Gucci Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy Rockin Republic, True Religions and Citizen's jeans Your Jimmy Choo's are so sexy but Giseppi's is mean La Pearla lingerie, ya panties and bra matchin Put down your clothes and I'll put you UP on the latest fashions Cause with cameras and action, I'm a deadly assassin I love your clothes but what's underneath I love with a passion
[Chorus]
[Ludacris - over Chorus] Gotta get you outta them clothes baby Somethin about the way you move I cannot let go, whoo! You know you got me open I just wanna make you mine, haha By the end of the night, you gon' be mine Luda! And Valentin' the dream
[Bobby Valentino + (Ludacris)] Don't leave your girl round me (guard your women fellas) Said don't leave your girl round me (Disturbin' Tha Peace) Don't leave your girl round me (yeah, whoo!) True playa for real, for real, for real, for real Don't leave your girl round me Said don't leave your girl round me Don't leave your girl round me True playa for real, for real, for real, for real
Woozy" (feat. R. Kelly)
[Intro - R. Kelly] Whoo... Kel... Chris... And clubbin on some smooth shhh...
[1st Verse - Ludacris] Ludacris can't hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Seeecretsss and your body I won't misguide mistreat or misleeeeead it Hate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut it Number one shaker, like Vick's vapor I wanna fuckin ruuuuuub it Louisville slug it hit em with a right left, its goooooone tell every last one of ya girls how good it was and its gone be onnnnnn Soul Train, wood grain, from meeeee no pain, no gain, its so plain to seee they be like "I've been feelin kind of stressed can you blow my back out?" and I'm like "Yea but don't trip if I happen to yank a track out" when I get done its smooth sailin once I pull that 'Lac out next destination I move forward like Jerry Stackhouse And 1, have fun, when you chillin with Ludi Slow grind and slow jams while I'm feelin yo booty we'll hold hand and hold times when I'm up in that coochie you so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy
[Chorus - R. Kelly] Got you feelin woozy baby (baby) And thats hows it gonna be when I take you from the club to the crib on dubs and I get you in the bed with meeee (in the bed with me) your so pretty, and so sweaty and so sexy and so ready girl I'm surprised you this nastyyy but its cool cuz I always wanted to go down on a girl that reminds me of me so get upstairs, get yo clothes off and get them sexy legs legs in a 'V' (yup) your vision blurry as if you were seeing two of me (two of me) you so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy
[2nd Verse] Will YOU, make me feel like I just hit the lotto other girls I give 'em a shoulder colder than Chicago But in ya center I heat it up in the Mourning like Alonzo and I'd get it, I'd bit it, I'd split it, I'd hit it up in a Tahoe Bravo, make make make it clap I'd break break break ya back then tuck tuck tuck you in so you can take take take a nap then back to makin dividends I'm in the wind somewhere hot, I stay on islands longer than Gulligan sippin on a pina colada, little mama I'mma make ya holla how does it sounds when you makin love on a Million dollars I can only imagine lets make it real baby like D'Angelo "How does it feel" baby I know I talk a lot shit but I can back it up (up up) Like BBD flip it, rub it down, smack it up (up up) you so bad when you call me for duty you so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse] Don't get caught up in the gossip, them chicks is jockin girl they just jealous, everybody hates when Cris is rockin ya world hey girl, hey friend, how you doing, where you been enough of that talkin, lets begin, break it in shake and spin, take it in, say amen then I'll make you say goodness graciouuuus look me in the eye and make them nasty faaaaaaaces I'm so glad that your body's so juicyyyyy you so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy
[Chorus]
[R. Kelly ad libs] Giiiirl, said your body is what I want (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy) I'll be making scream and mooooan (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy) Girl lets get on up out this club (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy) Oooh get you to my hoooome
Tell It Like It Is"
[Verse 1] Things ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be Like all these fakin' ass rappers in this industry Talkin' bout what they got, and they ain't got a damn thang How you own three cars, but you don't own ya own name? Get ya business right boys, the first class is in session Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession Start up ya own company, trademark the name That's gon' run ya bout a grand so start savin' ya change Open a bank account quick, and then follow these steps Sign yourself to yourself and start signin' ya own checks Hit the booth and start recording at the speed of need Whatever gets ya juices flowin' could be speed or weed Get it mixed and mastered, pressed up and plastered Sell it to ya whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard! Show all the non-believers what you destined to be And in just a couple years you could be rich like me
[Hook] But I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is
I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is
[Verse 2] See, mostly all your favorite artists got some serious problems The money could be the problem, but money can't solve 'em Some get addicted to drugs and flat out lazy Some taste a little fame and go flat out crazy I'm close 'cause those close wanna live off my fame And that type of shit alone will drive a nigga insane Not to mention all the vultures, the scandelous promoters Crabs will try to sue ya, magazines will misquote ya Most of these label-heads, they don't care nothin' about ya If you stop sellin' records, they'll act like they don't know ya It's hard mixin' business with pleasure, so don't play Me and my crew argue and fight like every other day Rappers ain't above the law, but our life is so fast That we got a Special Task Force of police on our ass All that, and this is really just the start of it Hip Hop, you really wanna be a part of it?
[Hook] I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is
I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is Man this biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is I'ma give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is
[Verse 3] What's worse than havin' no money is havin' it and losin' it What's worse than havin' some money is grabbin' and abusin' it We never took no money from Chingy, thought I was cool wit him I wish his ass well, but I don't want nothin' to do with him! Some don't own they publishin', me I never fool wit 'em I'm down for my artists, try my best to stay true to 'em 'Cause outside my label competition is irrelevant Unless I'm still in competition with my president And believe that I'm supportin' the Hova ''Cause the industry's shady, it needs to be taken over' But the first rule to accumalation of wealth Is Don't trust nobody but ya God damned self!
[Hook] I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is Man this biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is I'm give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is
I said I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is
War With God"
[Intro:] [Billy Paul Sample] "The time has come for bad things to end The time has come for life to begin The time has come for the war of the Gods"
[Luda Talking] It's that time I'ma take the subtle approach first Cuz I'm just gettin' started Let's go, look
[Verse 1] I'm the best and there's nothin' that you can do about it Never needed a publicity stunt, let's tell the truth about it Even in the core of the streets you can't sway the youth about it But keep runnin' yo mouth, and I swear I'ma knock a tooth up out it I never claimed to be nothin' but who the fuck I am Never sold cocaine in my life, but I'm still the fuckin' man Understand, nothin' you did makes you better nigga You claim the streets but the streets respect that cheddar nigga Luda got twice as much, your life you can charge it to him I fit four of your houses inside my daughter's room And still have room for young Karma to play Givin' back to the children of tomorrow for good karma today So you can say what you wanna say and you can talk that talk But real niggas ain't doin' no talkin' cuz we walk that walk Album for album you can see I got a multi-million plan So call yourself whatever you want except the multi-million man Nigga!
[Hook] [Sample] "Lucifer, oh lucifer" (Whatever you want except the multi-million man) "God of evil, you're the god of pain" (Call yourself whatever you want except the multi-million man) "Lucifer, oh lucifer" (Call yourself whatever you want except the multi-million man) "The Darkness is where you find your light'
[Verse 2] How many times is you gon' rap about bustin' your gun How many times is you gon' trap without bustin' your gun Only shots you ever took was subliminal to the general Disrespectin' those doin' real time with real criminals And I ain't never did a day in my life But it should be illegal to walk a day in my life, I paid the price And the cost to be the boss, so you could rest your mouth I'm universal, Luda never limits hisself to the south I give a damn about your hootin' and hollerin', it ain't botherin' me I hear you talkin', but you ain't made it to three You know where I live but you ain't made it to me, you ain't made nigga! I'm havin' a house party 'kid', come get 'played' nigga You got played, my record label never jerked me So shoot me, stab me, but words will never hurt me I feed of ya energy, my power's with God So it's even better is you make ya diss record real hard
[Hook] [Sample] "Lucifer, oh lucifer" (Make the record real hard) "God of evil, you're the god of pain" (Make the record real hard) "Lucifer, oh lucifer" (Make ya diss record real hard) "The Darkness is where you find your light"
Do Your Time" (feat. Beanie Sigel, C-Murder, Pimp C)
[Intro] You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility Inmate, state your name (Darren) This phone call may be monitered and recorded Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up
[Ludacris] To my cousin Darren Ranch - stay up homie To my brother Chris Butler - stay up homie If you locked in the box keep makin it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you To my brother Mikey Mike - stay up homie To my cuz J.B. - stay up homie If you locked in the box keep makin it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
You lookin at a man that would die for his daughter, just to let her breathe And I'd definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just to see what he's seen But then I'd take 'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cuz and every week said he wanna hit the streets But he never struck a deal cause his mouth will never squeal Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal Send some pictures of the fam and nasty pics of Shawnna If you ever have to leave I got your mother AND your daughter Born in this way of livin and our youth is stuck To be safe it's safe to say the justice system's FUCKED up!
If you doin 25 to life - stay up homie I got your money on ice so - stay up homie If you locked in the box keep makin it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you All my peoples in the pit - stay up homie And until you hit the bricks - stay up homie If you locked in the box keep makin it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
[Beanie Sigel] Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all That box, a motherfucker - it could stress a nigga balls Especially when you broke and home base ain't acceptin your calls And you don't hear your name when it's mail time Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin back on your hairline Fuckin {?} will have you stuck in that pill line Your bitch miss the V-I this weekend The food in your locker keeps shrinkin, your celly feet stinkin The canteen ran out of menthols Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers Niggaz play the phone room reckless and get hit with new indictments Talkin about old connects and new prices Stress'll take a young nigga, give him an old face Or stress'll take a dumb nigga, give him a new case That shit I used to tell my walkie Lil' Itchy, all he did was smoke weed and drink coffee I know he miss me
[Beanie Sigel + (Ludacris)] To my man Lil' Nell (stay up homie) To my man Steve P (stay up homie) If you locked in the box keep makin it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you To my man Paul Selene (stay up homie) To Abdul McKeith (stay up homie) Until I see you in the streets keep makin it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
[Pimp C] Uhh, if your people locked up you need to send 'em some shit Cause it's never too late to stop bein a bitch A magazine and some pictures is a nigga's whole world When I was down them niggaz fell out so I'm ridin with the girls Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake ass dudes They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food Cause commissary is so very necessary It's so close to bein slavery, in Texas nigga it's scary I reached out to C-Murder right before I came home And when him home, let me go I make sure that his books was on And three months later that nigga came home too Ain't +No Limit+ to this shit cause now his dream's comin +Tru+ I'ma keep ridin with Bun cause UGK will never stop And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot (yeah) Biatch, and I'm as trill as you can be They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free (here I go)
[Ludacris] C-Murder!
[C-Murder] Wake up, roll call, another day gone by Now put a 'X' on November 25 I'm still alive Open the dead roll balls Now this dead man walkin parkin million dollar cars It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real With a shotgun, burnin at the back of your dome 300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin home One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine Almost died, in Camp Jay{?} nigga, ride or cry Cream has suicide attempts, Precious took his own life White boys can't handle the pain at night You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your ass shook And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook You all in bitch, sit down when you piss Sweet ass, you a ho, watch I blow you a kiss (mwah)
[C-Murder + (Ludacris)] To my cousin Jimmy Watson (stay up homie) To my homeboy Mack (stay up homie) If you locked in the box keep makin it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
[Pimp C + (Ludacris)] To my nigga Pharoahe (stay up homie) To my nigga Z-Ro (stay up homie) If you're locked in the box keep makin it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you To the king Larry Hoover (stay up homie) To my partner Shan-O you gotta (stay up homie) If you're locked in the box keep makin it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
[Ludacris] To the homeboy Shyne - stay up homie To my nigga Mystikal - stay up homie If you locked in the box keep makin it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
Slap"
[Chorus - 2X] I know it's strange But my brain's gone really insane And I'm off the chain Sipping on a fifth of the Golden Grain I feel like slappin a nigga today (slap slap) Slappin a nigga today I feel like slappin a nigga today (slap slap) Slappin a nigga today Slappin a nigga today
[Verse 1: Ludacris] This morning, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (bed) I'm sick of people putting lies in my head (head) I don't really wanna work, I'm tired I hate my 9 to 5 And I'm thinking bout killin my boss today Killin my boss today I'm thinking bout killin my boss today (it's just a thought man) Killin my boss today (yeah)
Yesterday my best friend died (died) Somebody came and took his life (life) Now I'm looking up at the sky Have you ever seen a grown man cry? And I'm asking why did you take him away? Why did you take him away? I'm asking why did you take him away? (why'd you take him) Why did you take him away? (hey)
I need some money please (please) I can barely make it on these streets (these streets) Cause I got a couple mouths to feed My baby's in dire need So I'm thinking bout robbin a bank today Robbin a bank today I'm thinking bout robbin a bank today Robbin a bank today (real talk)
Baby mama's at home and fussin' (fussin) Callin up my mobile cussin' (cussin) Always yappin about this and that But she really don't be talkin bout nothin Somebody take my pain away (Take my pain away) Take my pain away (please) Somebody take my pain away (hey) Take my pain away (I can't take it)
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 2: Ludacris] Somebody just broke in my ride (ride) Snatched up everything inside (inside) Even got my 45 How am I supposed to survive When I know that my stereo's taken away Stereo's taken away When I know that my stereo's taken away (I need my music, man!) Stereo's taken away (hey)
Gas prices are way too high Rich people are way too fly And I'm where I wanna be in my life But why am I so behind Is it cause I'm wasting my time away Wasting my time away Is it cause I'm wasting my time away (too lazy) Wasting my time away (I can't help it)
My grandmama's nerves are bad (bad) And everybody in the hood is mad (mad) Cause President Bush could give a DAMN about our ass So I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say (don't say nothin) Shit that he has to say I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say Shit that he has to say (woo)
Troops gone and we still at war (war) Nobody even really knows what for (what for) Even more I'm scared to find what the world really has in store Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (it's not promised man) Tomorrow's not promised today Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (live like today could be your last man!) Tomorrow's not promised today (hey)
[Chorus - 4X]
Runaway Love" (feat. Mary J. Blige)
[Hook - Mary J. Blige] Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love
[Verse 1 - Ludacris] Now little Lisa is only 9 years old She's trying to figure out why the world is so cold Why she's all alone and ain't neva met her family Mama's always gone and she never met her daddy Part of her is missing and nobody will listen Mama is on drugs getting high up in the kitchen Bringing home men at different hours of the night Starting with some laughs -- usually ending in a fight Sneaking in her room while her mama's knocked out Trying to have his way and little Lisa says 'ouch' She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothing else to do but get some clothes and pack She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back.
[Hook - Mary J. Blige] Runaway love [x8]
[Verse 2 - Ludacris] Little Nicole is only 10 years old She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises Teachers ask questions she making up excuses Bleeding on the inside, crying on the out It's only one girl really knows what she about Her name is lil Stacy and they become friends Promise that they always be tight 'til the end Until one day lil Stacy gets shot A drive by bullet went stray up on her block Now Nicole stuck up in the world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back.
[Hook - Mary J. Blige] Runaway love [x8]
[Verse 3 - Ludacris] Little Erica is eleven years old She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold So she pops x to get rid of all the pain 'Cause she's having sex with a boy who's sixteen Emotions run deep and she thinks she's in love So there's no protection he's using no glove Never thinking 'bout the consequences of her actions Living for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction The days go by and her belly gets big The father bails out he ain't ready for a kid Knowing her mama will blow it all outta proportion Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion Erica is stuck up in the world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack She say she's about to run away and never come back.
[Hook - Mary J. Blige] Runaway love [repeats 'til end]
Freedom Of Preach" (feat. Bishop Eddie Lee Long)
[Intro] Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend) We gon' do another off in right now We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes And we gon' do one mo', right after that Yes, women you lookin so very beautiful here today Some of you with the same thang on from the club last night The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away Oh Lord Jesus I wish you'd taketh away Sister Mary's wig Oh you disrespectin the House of God with that thing It don't even look real; aww, it's testimony time Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears Go on and testify
[Ludacris] Lord, please forgive me for the mistakes I've made And thanks for keepin my momma safe when she wrecked my Escalade See I could replace a Cadillac but I can't replace my momma I'm sorry for the hip-hop beefs, we sorry for the drama But you gotta understand us rappers ain't never had nothin And one's loss is another's gain so we gotta grab somethin Lord, got so many questions I need the answers to And sorry for the thangs I put my baby's mama through I feel that women are really the strongest human beings but why do you make 'em so emotional, and other minor things I guess it's your way of sayin we gotta love 'em and gotta praise 'em cause without 'em we'd be nothin, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em while we, out and about and seein what life has to offer But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin sense And I've been...
[Chorus One] Searchin so looooong, I was lost in the clouds I'm tryna stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud It took me some tiiiiime, but now I see That Heeeee resiiiiides, in me yeahhhhh yeah
[Ludacris] Lord, forgive me for anytime a fan said I was bein rude I'm only human, I'm not always in the best of moods But thanks for givin the gift of rap to write my feelings down And sorry for cursin sometimes but feelings make me shout 'em out Forgive the people that wanna blame everything on rap music If they didn't live it they can't relate or even adapt to it Forgive those who don't think I'm great and wanna see me go Forgive Oprah for editin most my comments off her show Don't get me wrong, I know some people got a image to hold But those who criticize the youth might just be gettin too old We still travellin through life, findin what's right or wrong I know some folks may not agree or even like this song But I'm just speakin MY truth, cause I heard it sets you free And my conversation's with God, even though he speaks through me I'm smarter cause of my daughter, and I'm NOT too dense I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin sense And I've been...
[Chorus One]
[Ludacris - over Chorus One] I've been searchin so long I admit that I've been lost in them clouds I'm just tryna stay strong baby You know I'ma make you proud I know life is full of contradictions I'm tryna become a better man Prayin for redemption, each and every day
(Hallelujah, as the choir sings)
[Chorus Two: sung by choir] Searchin so looooong (so long) lost in the clouuuuuds (in the clouds) Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud! Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee (oh now I see) Heeeee resiiiides, in me (yeah)
(Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest in the house tonight Came with some words of encouragement, Bishop Eddie Long)
[Chorus Two - repeat 2X, minus ad libs]
[Outro: Bishop Eddie Lee Long] What you just heard is real life It's real life for you, it's real life for many It's about where you been, yet at the same time you Ay, you find yourself, in the midst of conflict and turmoil Yes I'm talkin to you, in the midst of conflict and turmoil Cause you realize HEY - it's, time to change right now And in the middle of that I wanna say this The Bible says that when I was a child, I spoke as a child I understood as a child, I fought as a child Hey, but when I became a man I put away those, childish things Did you not know that your environment has shaped you? Where you were born, in the projects, in the ghettoes In the upper downtown, wherever it was The people around you, the things around you cause you to do strange things because, you were seeking to learn But what you learned, was on the streets, and not in the book God called you a prophet When you open up your mouth, everything of God comes out And it commands attention, it commands change I'm talking about the power, that's inside of you And in the midst when you're, starting to understand that I caught the wrong message, and now it's time I'm hearing from God, what amazing experience, as you hear from God He said, "Is there forth any man be in Christ, he is a new creation" Old things are passed away, somebody needs to hear that and behold Everything becomes new, and when everything becomes new in you It's time to stop the killing I said it's time to stop the stealing It's time to stop disrespecting our women It's time for us to come home and raise our children It's time for us, to really mold our communities It's time for us, not to get hooked up in religion But to get hooked up in relationship, with God And the amazing thing about it is wherever you find yourself right now, you can confess and you can tell God "I'm sorry; I had the wrong cue, I was doing the wrong thing I was going after things that I thought were right, but it wasn't right And now that I'm getting it right, I'm asking you to forgive me And I may have done the things, that they said I did But I'm not, who they say I am; I am who you made me to be and I'm changing in that, and it takes a few moments But every time I fall down, I'll get right back up And every time I make a wrong turn, I'll get myself back in line Because I recognize, I have been called, for such a time as this!" You can't resist the change And you're not condemned by your yesterday If you can grab hold of your now, and move in your destiny Move, change, and be, now!
[Chorus Three: sung by choir] Searchin so looooong, lost in the clouuuuuds Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud! Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee Heeeee resiiiides (Heeee resiiiides) in me (in me yeahhhhh)
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