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Ludacris, Nome Artístico De Christopher Brian Bridges, (champaign, Illinois, 11 De Setembro De 1977) é Um Rapper, Ator E Empreendedor Americano. (wikipédia)

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ludacris01. act a fool

ludacris - 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

ludacris02. grew up a screw up

ludacris - grew up a screw up

[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

[Refrão: Notorious B.I.G. sample (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?

[Refrão]

[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!

[Refrão]

ludacris03. pimpin all over the world

ludacris - pimpin all over the world

[Chorus]
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar, you know who we are, cause we pimpin all over the world,
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar, you know who we are, cause we pimpin all over the world

[Ludacris]
Sing it hoes,
All over the world baby, it's only right that I share my experiences with ya'll, cause I've been
Places where you'll never imagine, but Ima start at home, when I see a girl I like I walk straight up to her
And I'm like (ugh), Heyy girl how ya doin, you are the woman that I'm really pursuin, I would like to get
To know ya, can you gimme ya name, if you jot down ya number you'll get mine in exchange, Heyy
See I'm the man of this town, and I hope you would'nt mind if I showed you around, so when you
Go to certain places you'll be thinkin of me, we got people to meet and many places to see, Heyy
I'm really diggin ya lips,but be careful where you walkin when you swingin them hips, I'm kinda
Concerned that you'll be causin a crash wit ya traffc jam booty, heads pausin so fast, Heyy
I would'nt trade you for the world I swear it, I like ya hair and every style that ya wear it,
And how the colors cordinate wit ya clothes, from your manicured nails to ya pedicured toes

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
You hear the song so dance, don't always think I'm tryna get in your pants,cause see me my
Pimpin's in 3-D, I'm takin you places you only see on T.V., tryna show ya that livin is trife,
How many guys you know that can bring the travel channel to life, one day we on the autobahn
Swervin drivin, next day we in the sun on the Virgin Islands, if you wit me ain't no time to
Sleep, especially at wet willies on Miami Beach, but I drive you off and pay you no attention if
I make it to Atlantas Brina Brothers convention, then jump in the car and just ride for hours,
Makin sure I don't miss the homecomin at Howard, Hawaii to D.C. it's plenty women to see, so if
Yo ass don't show up it's more women for me, Heyy

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican day parade, then at night I'm in New Orleans drinkin hand
Grenades, outnumbered by the dozens at the jazz fest, in Mardigra all the women tryna show me
They chest, Heyy
I'm in Jamaica spendin massive bucks, while the ladies all beggin me to mash it up, I had sad
Beginnings when I rap wit no fans, now it's all happy endings in my lap in Japan, Heyy
I used to think that it was way too cold til I went to Canada and saw some beautiful hoes, now I
Hit the caribana every year in Toronto, then fly to Illinois to get a taste of Chicago(ugh),Oh
Yet and still you would'nt believe your eyes if you went to Brazil, ain't no need of even askin
Brah, the best women are reside in Africa, and that's real

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Sing it hoes

[$Money Mike$]
Pimpin pimpin pimpin, ladies and gentlemen as we ride out, could we have all the real pimps,
Please put both of your pinky fingers high in the air, now ladies look around wit me, lets see if
We can weed some of these niggas out, cause it's no way that all these niggas could be pimpin, no
If you happen to see a nigga wit two sweat patches up under his arms, look like he been swimmin
In shoulder height water, please tell that nigga, put yo hands down, if you smell like you been
At work all day and your car, please put your hands down, now look up at the pinky fingers that
Are still in the air, if you see him ashy around the knuckles, like the nigga wash half of his
Hands and lotion three quarters of his body, please say put yo hands down, if yo spinnin rims
Spin counter clockwise, you are not pimpin, if you are dancin on the dancefloor and you look to
Yo left and yo right and you do not see a woman in sight, guess what you guessed it you are not
Pimpin, if your Vodka and cranberry is really really dark like blood, that's because you did'nt
Order Vodka buddy, that's why it's three dollars a glass, put your hands down, now look down, I
Need everybody to pull up your pants leg one time ok, you see the nigga wit the white socks NOT
PIMPIN! [fading out], sorry unless you tryna do the Beat It entorauge, if your shoes have a buckle
On, your not pimpin

ludacris04. get back

ludacris - get back

Ludacris - Get Back

[Intro]
Hands Up! Hands Up! Here's another one.. and a.. and
a.. another one.

[Chorus]
(Ee-Ee Whoo-Whoo) Why you all in my ear? Talkin' a
whole bunch a sh*t that I ain't tryin to hear. Get
Back! You don't
know me like that. Get back! You don't know me like
that!
(Ee-Ee Whoo-Whoo) I ain't playin' around.. Make one
false move, I'll take you down. Get back! You don't
know me like
that. Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like
that!

[Verse 1]
So, so, come on, come on. DON'T get swung on, swung
on. It's the knick-knack-patty-whack still riding
cadillacs. Family
off the streets, made my homies put the baggies back.
(Whoo!) Still snaggin' plaques (yep), still
action-packed (yep), and
dope.. i keep it flippin' like acrobats. That's why I
pack a mack, that'll crack a back, cause on my waist,
there's more
heat than the shaq-attack! But I ain't speakin' about
ballin', jus' thinkin' about brawlin' 'til y'all start
ballin'. We
all in together now, birds of the feather now, jus'
bought a plane so we change in the weather now. So put
your brakes on,
cats put your capes on, and knock off your block, get
dropped, and have your face blown. Cause I'll prove
it, scratch off
the music, like hey little stupid, don't make me
looose it!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I came (I came), I saw (I saw), I hit him right dead
in the jaw (in the jaw). [x4]

See I caught him with a right hook, caught him with a
jab, caught him with an upper cut, kicked him in his
ass. Sent him
on his way cause I ain't for that talk, and no trips
to the county.. I ain't for that walk! We split like 2
pins at the
end of a lane, we'll knock out your spotlight and put
indian fangs. Holding DTP pinned at the end of yo'
chain, and put
the booty of a swish at the end of a flaamme.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Hey, you want WHAT with me?! I'm gonna tell you one
time, don't F*CK with me! Get down! Beat his ass..
ain't got nothin'
to lose, and i'm havin a bad day, don't make me take
it out on you! [x2]

Maann, cause I don't wanna do that. I wanna have a
good time and enjoy my drink.. sit back and watch some
women get drunk
as hell, so I can wake up in the morning with a story
to tell. I know it's been a little while since I've
been out the
house, but now I'm here.. you wanna stand around
runnin' yo' mouth? I can't hear nothing you sayin' or
spittin', so what's
up? Don't you see we in the club?, man shut the f*ck
up!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Ah! We in the red light district!
Ah! We in the red light district!
Whoo! We in the red light district!
Ah! We in the red light district!
Whoo! We in the red light district!
Whoo! The red light district!
Whoo! The red light district..
Ah! The red light district..

ludacris05. come on over

ludacris06. money maker

ludacris - money maker

[Pharrel]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody is about to pay you
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you're ---er

She...

[Ludacris]
You know I got it
If you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey

[Pharrel]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody is about to pay you
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris]
You know I got it
If you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey

Shake - shake your money maker

Like you are skaking it for some paper
It took your mother 9 months to make ya
Might as well shake what your mother made ya

You look good in them jeans
I bet you look even beter with me in between

I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But choose a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind

I got *** on my right side
*** some girls
My whole hood is on to left
but they don't giving a fuck

So feel to get lose
And get carried away
So about tomorrow you forget what you where saying today
But don't forget about this feeling
that i am making you get
and all the calories you burn
from me making you sweat

My hightpoint you earn
when we taking my jet
and how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet

[Pharrel]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody is about to pay you
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you're ---er

She...

[Ludacris]
You know I got it
If you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey

[Pharrel]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody is about to pay you
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris]
You know I got it
If you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey

Switch, switch, switch it from right to left

And switch it till you running right out of breath
And take a break to be ready again
And you can invite over as many friends

Just *** i want, but i really want you
Be thankfull that Pharrel gave you something ***

Luda - I am on top of my game
You want my hands from your bottom to the top of your brain
And I - just wanna take a little right on your curves
And get erotic giving your body what it deserves

Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis
Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius

I stay harder then a senimen man
I am just a bedroom gangster
***

[Pharrel]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody is about to pay you
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you're ---er

She...

[Ludacris]
You know I got it
If you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey

[Pharrel]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody is about to pay you
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris]
You know I got it
If you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey

Rock rock, rock it an make it work, girl
Please don't stop till it hurts, girl
You - you been looking a little bit tipsy
So if you *** skake it a ***

So I am a member of the BBC
The original breadwinner of DTP
You are the center of attention that is distracting the squad
Cause everybody in the campus like - oh my god

[Pharrel]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody is about to pay you
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you're ---er

She...

[Ludacris]
You know I got it
If you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey

[Pharrel]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody is about to pay you
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris]
You know I got it
If you wanna come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey

ludacris07. my chick bad

ludacris08. oh

ludacris - oh

This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on tha
Caddillac
White tees, Nikes, gangstas dont know how to act
Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes
Hummers floatin on chrome
Chokin' on that home-grown
They got that southern cookin'
They got them fellas lookin'
Thinkin' I was easy I can see it
That's when I say no, what fo'?
Shawty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire like

[Hook:]
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
We keep it gutta, you should know
Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it ladies back it up
Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

[Verse 2:]
Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, bowlin' ball
Still smoke unemsmote(?), wood-grain on tha wall
Light-skinned thick chicks, fellas call 'em redbones
Close cuts, braids, long, gangstas love 'em all
They got that southern cookin'
They got them fellas lookin'
Wishin' I was easy I can see it
That's when I say no, what fo'?
Shawty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire like

[Hook:]
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
We keep it gutta, you should know
Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it ladies back it up
Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

[Rap (Luda):]
Southern-style, get wild, old skools comin? down in a different
color whip (whip, whip)
Picture perfect, you might wanna take a flick flick flick flick
flick
Call up Jazze tell him pop up the bottles cuz we got another
hit
(hit, hit)
Wanna go platinum? Im who you should get get get get get
Ludacris on tha track, get back trick, switch on tha ?Lac, Im
flexin still
Same price every time, hot song, jumped on cuz Ciara got sex
appeal
And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest, spinnin on stainless
wheels
Could care less about your genus, I bump ya status, I keep the
stainless steel
Trunk-rattlin? what?s happenin?, huh?
I don?t even think I need to speed
Bass-travelin?, face-crackilin? huh?
Turn it up and make the speakers bleed
Dirty south we ballin? dawg
And neva think about fallin dawg
Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin back cuz tha song is
called

[Hook: (2x)]
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
We keep it gutta, you should know
Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it ladies back it up
Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

ludacris09. move bitch

ludacris - move bitch

"Move Bitch"
(feat. I-20, Mystikal)

[whistling]

[Chorus 2x: Ludacris]

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Ludacris]
OH NO! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin' and bustin' two
and I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo'dead
Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
Since not into lution', we run in the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over

[Chorus]

[Mystikal over second chorus]
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move

Here I come, there I go
UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
"Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fuckin' bussiness
Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell methat?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
But i'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

[Chorus]

[I-20 over second chorus]
Bring it, get 'em

Too bad I'm on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be right back
We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the peels cuz we robbin' tonight
Beat the shit outta security, we startin a fight
I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the Belve and 'cris
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz
I'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.
Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way hoe
All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
So...

[Chorus]

[whistling]

ludacris10. block lockdown

ludacris - block lockdown

Oh it's my turn? Aiight..
I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?)
She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg lock (ohh)
She said she like the way I stick and make the bed rock
or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock, and it's on
So stop the sweatin like a wristband
And get some balance like a bike without the kickstand
I think I changed the definition of a hit man
Cuz I could really give a fuck about that bitch man, c'mon!
We puttin holes in your residence
And lose anybody for the right president
We thugged out street niggaz with intelligence
So all that bullshit you yappin is irrelevant
Oh yeah, I represent the Dirty Southside
I'm a dentist makin women open they mouth wide
You be in jail still runnin it on the outside
Thank not then won't ya open up ya mouth riiiight, but who cares?

[Refrão: 2X]
I got my corner on lockdown
About to hold this whole block down
Ludacris tell um how the South sound
UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA
UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh

[Verse 2]
Comin to Shady Park is like a peep show
It's some respectable ladies and there some freak hoes
I know killers that go to church up in they street clothes
You'll end up missin more than Shaq when shootin free throws
They packin and bout to open up the dope spot
My neighborhood is stoppin cars like a roadblock
They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin boat rock
And catchin ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never happen
And meanwhile I been thinkin man (thinkin man)
Niggaz been slangin tapes like they slangin 'caine
Cuz in the hood its gettin ugly like orangutang
So if you tryin to stop the hustle get the dangalang
Okay, we tryin to make our own White House
Paint it black and start yellin our fuckin pipes out
You try to tackle some players and you'll get psyched out
They can't fuck with us niggaz you think they dyked out, so don't play

[Refrão]

Disturbin The Peace, we do that funky shit
Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey clique
See Dre'll throw on them shades, and make that funky shit
And keep y'all women away if they got funky clit
Understand, we got that dough and it get rolled up
You pay the price and still we got the block sold up
Aint nothin nice a full house don't make you fold up
You full of heist and try to jet and I'm like -
hold up, god damn - I need to say it on a megaphone
And tell your sister get the fuck up off the telephone
These fools is tickin me off like fifty metronome
I'm takin all of ya money just call me Pebbletone!
Alright? I got the pistol and the safe key (safe key)
You betta tell your bitch to follow you to safety
How dare you wanna be heroes and try and chase me
It's Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why?

[Refrão]

Funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit oh
Do that funky shit uh
Do that funky shit uh
Do that funky shit

ludacris11. greatest hits

ludacris12. end of the night

ludacris - end of the night

[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

ludacris13. lovers and friends

ludacris - lovers and friends

[Intro - Lil' Jon]
Usher...
Lil' Jon...
Ludacris...

[Usher {with Lil' Jon}]
Yeah, man
Once again, it's on {It's on}
You know we had to do it again, right?

[Lil' Jon]
We had to do it again, boy
Want you to sing to these ladies, man

[Usher (with vocalizing)]
(Ohh-oh-oh-ohh)
A'ight, so I'm up first? A'ight, lemme have it...
(Ohh-oh-oh-ohh)
Let's do it...

[1st Verse - Usher]
Baby, how ya doin'?
Hope that 'cha fine, wanna know what you got in mind,
And I'm,
Got me fiendin' like Jodeci, girl, I can't leave you alone,
Take a shot of this here Petrone' and it's gon' be on,
V.I.P. done got way too crowded,
I'm about to end up callin' it a night,
You should holla at 'cha girl, tell her you shake it and seized,
Pull off, beep-beep, shotgun in the GT with me
She said, "Ohhh-ohhh, I'm ready to ride, yeah,"
"'Cause once you get inside, you can't change your mind,"
"Don't mean to sound invasion, but you gotta promise, baby, ohh..."

[Chorus - Usher]
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, I gotta know, baby, aw yeah)
Tell me again (Make sho' you right, ohh, before we leave),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)...

[2nd Verse - Ludacris]
Sometime wanna be your lover,
Sometime wanna be your friend,
Sometime wanna hug ya,
Hold hands, slow-dance while the record spins,
Opened up your heart 'cause you said I made you feel so comfortable,
Used to play back then, now you all grown-up like Rudy Huxtable,
I could be your buck, you could beat me up,
Play-fight in the dark, then we both make up,
I'd do anything just to feel your butt,
Why you got me so messed up?
I don't know, but you gotta stop trippin',
Be a good girl now, turn around, and get these whippings,
You know you like it like that,
You don't have to fight back,
Here's a pillow - bite...that,
And I'll be settin' seperate plays,
So on all these separate days,
Your legs can go they separate...ways...

[Chorus - Usher]
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)
Tell me again (Tell me over-and-over-and-over again),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Make sho' you right, before you choose)...

[3rd Verse - Lil' Jon]
I's been know you fo' a long time (shawty),
But fuckin' never crossed my mind (shawty),
But tonight, I seen sumthin' in ya (shawty),
That made me wanna get wit 'cha (shawty),
But you ain't been nuttin' but a friend to me (shawty),
And a nigga never ever dreamed to be (shawty),
Up in here, kissin', huggin', squeezin', touchin' (shawty),
Up in the bathtub, rub-a-dubbin' (shawty),
Are you sure you wanna go this route? (shawty),
Let a nigga know before I pull it out (shawty),
I would never ever cross the line (shawty),
Shawty, let me hit ya to me one mo' time...one mo' time...

[Chorus - Usher]
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)
Tell me again (Make sho' you right, ohh, before we leave),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Tell me over-and-over-and-over again)...

[Outro - Usher]
Oh-oh-hoo
Oh-oh-hoo
Oh-oh-hoo-ohhhh-yeaaah...

[Ludacris {with Lil' Jon}]
Please tell your Lovers and Friends,
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again {Hey!! (Hey!!)}
Please tell your Lovers and Friends,
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again, that's right {Hey!! (Hey!!)}
Please tell your Lovers and Friends,
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again {Hey!! (Hey!!)}...

ludacris14. speak into the mic

ludacris - speak into the mic

[Hook]
Check 1, 2 speak into the microphone
Tell that bitch to speak into the microphone
Now work it work it, cause practice make perfect, OK (x4)

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
I love it when she do it, she do it how I like it
See the party at the studio and you just got invited
She the truth up in the booth
I love it when she spits them verses
When she finish with that mic it make me want to buy some purses
Got so many instrumentals
I hope she never stop it
And this microphone's expensive so I hope she never drop it
I beat it like a drum, I tap it like some snares
And she almost blew her speakers but that bitch don't really care
She a top notch freak
I like the way she work it
She be choking on that chicken and she know just how to jerk it
Put some spice up in your life
So I whispered in her ear, and told her go and grab that mic
You'll be the artist of the year
And I'm like

[Hook]
Check 1, 2
Speak into the microphone
Tell that bitch to speak into the microphone
Check 1, 2
Speak into the microphone
Tell that bitch to speak into the microphone
Now work it, work it cause practice make perfect, OK (x4)

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
I need her in my life
She always come in handy
And she got that type of skills that make you think she won a Grammy
I was almost nominated
I always contemplate it
If she was on the billboard top 100, then that bitch will dominate it
Cause she grab that mic and go to work
Spit that verse I go berserk
Booth so hot take off your shirt
Grab that drink, roll up the purp
We wasted in the studio
Making a movie yo, with a boogie ho
Just a little gangster paradise we like Coolio
I'm faded cause I think I just discovered a star
And you my best kept secret they don't know who your are
I keep her close and tell her baby don't be going to far
Cause She know when to grab that microphone whether she be in the booth or the car

[Hook]

[Pre-Hook] (x2)
She goin' make me sign her to a record deal
Hit the store and buy her some giuseppe heels
She be on that mic so long she out of breath
Put her in the booth and work her half to death

[Hook]

ludacris15. saturday night

ludacris - saturday night

Saturday, Saturday, S-S-S-Saturday, Saturday x2

[Ludacris]
I got my cup filled up, all the way to the brim, brim, brim, brim
Black on black Cadillac with the custom trim, trim, trim, trim
Smoke fillin' up my lungs and I'm blowing blubble, blubble, bubble, blubbles
It's Saturday night, let's get in trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble

[Jessica Mauboy]
So it's about to go down, me and my girls bout to run this town
So where we're planning to go, don't matter cause we gon' take control
Now we got the hair done, got the pink and whites
And we're off, gonna see what what the fellas are like
Got the top dropped down on the DB9
Pushing 90 on the freeway so we gon' make good time

[Chorus]
Yeah we gon' ride, ride, ride, on a Saturday night
All the girls they just hatin' because they know we that tight
Bout to get it poppin, bout to take a spotlight
So we ride, we ride, on this Saturday night

We on, we on fire, we roll, we roll higher
We ride, we ride flyer then you, we ride, we ride X2

They goin' high heel shoes, me and my girls rocking Jimmy Choo's
They think that benzel's fun, we roll out like we're the girl James Bond
Now we got the hair done, got the pink and whites
And we're off, gonna see what what the fellas are like

Got the top dropped town on the DB9
Pushing 90 on the freeway so we gon' make good time

[Chrous 2]
Yeah we gon' ride, ride, ride, on a Saturday night
All the girls they just hatin' because they know we that tight
Bout to get it poppin', bout to take a spotlight
So we ride, we ride, on this Saturday night

We on, we on fire, we roll, we roll higher
we ride, we ride flyer then you, we ride, we ride X2

[Ludacris]
You see we ride, we go, and we, rock, we roll
And we pop lock and I drop the top, I hit a swtitch and the wind go low
And my mission for tonight is just to get into some action
Wake up tomorrow morning and not even know what happened

[Chorus Final]
Yeah we gon' ride, ride, ride, on a Saturday night
All the girls they just hatin' because they know we that tight
Bout to get it poppin, bout to take a spotlight
So we ride, we ride, on this Saturday night

We on, we on fire, we roll, we roll higher
we ride, we ride flyer then you, we ride, we ride X2

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