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Ludacris
Ludacris
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Songwriter:in
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Produzent:in
Joel Mullis
Joel Mullis
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Josh Monroy
Josh Monroy
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Marc Berto
Marc Berto
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
John Frye
John Frye
Mischtechniker:in
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hi, my name's Ludacris, and I'm high as giraffe busta
And I'm close to the edge, so yo' parents can come push me
I curse so much just to get on they nerves
I got kids actin' a fool from the traps to the 'burbs
[Verse 2]
My filthy mouth, it won't fight cavities or beat plaque
So I shot the tooth fairy and took my old teeth back
I'll take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater
And make government officials breathe harder than Darth Vader
[Verse 3]
It's the chicken and the beer that makes Luda keep rappin'
But no pork on my fork, I don't even speak pig latin
I go fishin' on my lake, with yo' bitch as the bait
Plus I eat many MCs, but I don't gain no weight
[Verse 4]
The number one chief rocker, clean out yo' rap lockers
I'm as stiff as a board, y'all more shook than maracas
But my tricks ain't for kids, if you dig 'em you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward you fall back
[Verse 5]
Every album that I drop has got more than ten bangers
That's 'cause I'm a shot caller, y'all fools is Crank Yankers
Ain't a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain
To get chicks from Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine
[Verse 6]
Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with Rastas
For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas
I own so many jerseys, I'm a throwback mess
I hit the cleaners and tell 'em I'm a full court press
[Verse 7]
So mama, toast a glass, while I'm countin' my cash
'Cause every single is a smash, I'm hot as a camel's ass
Competition never just want to admit that they lost
And that they last about as long as my part in the wash
[Verse 8]
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more soul than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't spinnin'
I'm in the strip club smokin' with President Clinton
[Verse 9]
So stand clear of the long sideburns and goatee
They made the mold of the penis enlarger off me
I'll be in another room when I hit it from the back
Not to mention my refrigerator's taller than Shaq
[Verse 10]
So yippie kay yay, yippie yie yie yo
If you can't swim, don't smoke my hydro
I've been looking for a woman, just to put my stamp on
But a lot of y'all are mo' stuck up than tampons
[Verse 11]
So wash all ya sins away and stop playin'
If God's line is busy, you might have to two-way him
Then catch me in your backyard, playin' croquet
And when I'm drunk tell them kids, drugs are bad, mmm'kay
[Verse 12]
Or watch me swing my chain at the Roscoe's off Pico
Got seven cars, get all my rims at Chrome Depot
And people think I'm bad, they say, ooh, he's so evil
'Cause I go on blind dates with actual blind people
[Verse 13]
But my album's out the store, yours be on the shelf
I heard you masturbate a lot, so y'all keep to yourself
'Cause these women want a man that stay up and stay strong
Like the NBA, you gotta play hard or go home
[Verse 14]
All that shit that y'all talkin', y'all can pop it to them
'Cause Ludacris will beat you down with a prosthetic limb
I'll put my foot so deep in yo' ass that you can smell it
And yo' breath will turn to Foot Locker water repellent
[Verse 15]
I'm the man, I got money far as the eyes can see
And I'm in a group, I split dough with me, me, and me
So much money in my jewelry, that I'm damn near sorry
So I'ma trade my earrings in, and get a Ferarri
[Verse 16]
I buy cars with straight cash, have meetings with Donald Trump
Y'all meet with Honda, no payments for twelve months
Take a look at your life, and no wonder you so sad
Y'all put up with more shit than a colostomy bag, fool
Written by: Christopher Bridges, Erick Sermon
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