Tytuł: U Got A Problem?

• Wykonawca: Ludacris
• Wyświetleń: 350

[Intro]
  - Yeah come see this nigga
  come see this ol' light-skinned motherfucker
  I seen him and I'm addicted
  Disturbin Tha Piece is the click
  Please tell these fake-ass niggaz who you are
  
  [Ludacris]
  I be dat nigga named Luda'
  Alert Alert! It's the ATLlien intruder
  College Park waterboy, spit in the c-cooler
  I +Jam+ till they +Def+, they call me Slick Dick Da Ruler
  Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed
  Keep yo' eyes closed, 'bow blows, come on out dem clothes hos
  Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po
  And I chose, to be dat numba one contender
  Southern offender, fuckin up ya whole agenda
  When I walk you try to run, when I run you try to hide
  You skate at the snap of my fingers call me +Golden Glide+
  Its you and I, Do or Die, who am I?
  I got a pocket full of +Family Stone+, cats think I'm +Sly+
  Ohh why try? You one of dem niggaz that like to cheat death
  And I'm one of dem niggaz
  that rip out Excursions til there's no seats left
  You shit out wheat chex, and fart out deep breaths
  While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all v-necks
  
  [Skit]
  - Who, that nigga 'Cris?
  Aw dat nigga is aight
  Dat nigga can't fuck wit me though!
  Let me get on the mic
  Nigga, who the fuck are you nigga?
  
  [Ludacris]
  I be dat nigga Bronze Bridges
  Playaz wanna ball but go on strike cause of my pitches
  They think I want they be-itches
  But I don't want no pigeons yet pigeons can scrub my dishes
  And y'all don't want no scrubs til y'all pull out y'all extensions
  Y'all in school detention that'll neva come out
  Man I'll cut yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo' mouth
  Cause we da shit in the South, they know what I'm talkin bout
  You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph
  4-Ize twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
  Not even Joshua can come to +War+ wit dese +Games+
  These bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns
  You all wet behind the ears but its a drought in ya brain
  and that's the simple and plain mayne, three w dot shhhh
  (Man that dude Luder's got some hotter than hot shhh)
  Well sh-sh-sh-shut the fuck up
  Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut the fuck up
  
  [Skit]
  - Hold on man, hold on lil buddy
  Y'all talkin bout shorty man?
  Shorty up at da radio station?
  Shorty be poppin man?
  Let the name be known who y'all talkin bout
  
  [Ludacris]
  I be dat nigga da +Lova Lova+
  I'm nastier than thinkin about yo' parents sex each other
  No glove, no love, betta tell yo' dick to run for cover
  So when lightnin strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers
  if you know what I mean!
  Not everybody's Mr and Mrs. Clean
  Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
  Girls "backin dey ass up" now they +400 Degreez+, ha
  Hot girl, tryin to give to niggaz up on the block girl
  Have you screamin "STOP GIRL!"
  I rock worlds with my nine inch Louisville slugga
  Still wonder why they call me Lova Lova?
  Self-explanitorium, ass-valedictorian
  I bring 'em "Back to the Future" like a '85 Delorean
  The Luda drug emporium, ON the counter prescriptions
  You like my diction and my doctor/nurse convention
  I place the stethoscope quite close to yo tittie
  and have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly
  
  [Ludacris]
  See me, see me ha ha ha
  CEO, D.T.P.
  Infamous 2-0, Fate Forsta
  4-ize-zy, Shondrez-zy on da beat
  Playa Circle to ya boy, College Park nigga
  Virgo nigga, what wha?
  ahh ahh ahh....