I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquor,
And women that are real life scratch-and-sniff stickers.
I shoot videos and get mobs slobbed in trailers,
I hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor.
You pricks is all talk and its bad for your health,
See I aint gotta say shit, money speaks for itself.
With all models I make, Im great like five lakes,
You got rims on your truck, man I got rims on my skates.
You rolling on dubs, I roll right in the club,
Dirty ass home with more rings than your tub.
You think its all practical jokes and big bloopers,
But I smack bitches with no titties that work at Hooters.
Just get a couple of girls that shakin they thing,
Then I put em on camera and cut two frames.
With some gasoline draws Ill be gointo hell,
Ludacris fuck like a nigga fresh outta jail.
I got junk yćrd dogs, Im rowdier than Rod Piper,
And my babys assed out cause I rub my cars with her diapers.
So you can pray for now if you sinned in the past,
Word of Mouf, time to wipe that silly grin off yć ass.
4-IZE
These rap cats are soft, like R&B singers,
Its 4-Ize, I work for wings and chicken fingers.
I rep Smoke Park so Chi-town can get seen,
Im a dirty bird now, but I keep shit clean.
I rip mean face niggaz one by one,
Or two by two, Ill take em how ever they come.
Instead of a gun, I pull out a stick from wood workin,
The black hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurking.
Creepin in the shadow, the night shade,
You want the tail in the back or a light fade?
Cause Tony Scissor Hands is the barber, the butcher,
I kill yć, smoke a blunt, and forget where I put yć.
Im superfly like snuka, I smack hoes,
The black rose with a dozen attack flows.
I rock Shaqs clothes when I alter beast,
Power up, get big its Disturbin Tha Peace!
Comin To America
Intro
The royćl penis is clean your highness
Thank you king shit
Yeah you motherfuckers welcome to the United States of America
Time to roll out the red carpet on yćll bitch asses
Hailing from the filthy dirty south where the Kings lay Ludacris,
Disturbing the Peace family recognize royćlty when you hear it
The throne has been taken so kiss this niggas earrings
Luda throw some grapes on these peasants
Verse I
These bitches, they throwing rose petals at my feet man
They want to spoil me treatin me like royćlty
What am I supposed to do its such a sweet thang
Work that track whip em like Kunta thats why they
Stay down they loyćl citizens of Zamoonda
By way of ATL if you disagree dont even look at me hoe
Dont pass go just go straight to jail with no probation or bail
But this t no monopoly its jolly green giants cuz we smokin
So much broccoli oh oh spaghetti oohs Ludas odels to noodles and
Testing me is like puttin up pit bulls to poodles
My rap career goes back than your father's hairline
Its Ludacris I pack more nuts than Delta airlines
Im fly even when I get high I work cash and even got my coach
Bumped up to first class
Im boss to all employees Im here to teach the principle cause Ive
Been saved by more bells than Lark Voorhies.
Verse II
Man fuck that nigga Chris Im tired of all this shit
Man I tried to rap for the nigga, I tried to give the nigga tracks
He aint hearing my shit man for real, man my four-year ole son
Can rap better than that nigga, man that nigga garbage
Man I got talent too the nigga aint hearing me
Is this shit on?
Cris come on Cris; Cris for real fuck you nigga, fuck you!
Verse III
Fuck you too, what you wanna do
Scrawny nigga but I got an arsenal of automatics down to 22s
Know how to us em fight dirty as shit throw a grenade
And all in one bury your whole click
Cuz yć see yćll got it all wrong like women in tuxedos
They comin up shorter than five Danny Devitos
Im on a cool ranch getting laid more than fritos and
Five strippers four wives and three amigos
I go scuba divin in bays at Montego
I find gold links and snatch them like Im debo
But Im the light skinded version of Mandingo
Ive seen more beetles and jagged edges then wingo
I used to run numbers in line they call me bingo
Cuz Im big you a little star you just twinkle
Ole asses like sharpes yćll are wrinkled
And I stay with more bullets than your billboard single
Verse IV
Oh now thats just too much, you go to give him props
He is definitely off the rip you see what Im sayin
I be fuckin with home all the time you see what I mean?
I used to just serve home orange now home come through he want 50
of purple he want quarters of purple.. home a trip wit it man
I sold him a qp last week o da flavor
Verse V
Yeah can I get a little hit of that, a little nigga with a bigger sac
CP set a bigger trap gotta rap look at that gotta be rollin all night
With a kick of that and a lot of people just dont know shady park
Ya heard just dont go, quick to flip the bird up po po
Makin the way for that rodeo that rodeo show
I gotta hit em with the reload, I gotta put him with your peep hole
I gotta make a nigga stop drop role
Oh no where the beat go, bring that shit back didnt want to hear that click clack
Tons on fun with guns fuck all the little chit chat get it back get that
Who knows who goes there mutherfuckers its popa bear stop and stare
Pour out a little gasoline then drop a flare
Im on fire and you know I cant stop till I retire
Oh no we stay swole rolling en vogue tires right down the avenue
Passin you rapidly, stackin in the back of the Cadillac packing emergency action
Camera light light throw in a punch and then fight fight packin a lunch and
Then bite bite.
ATL stay tight tight
Verse VI
Im just trying to save you shawty
Imma let you know its real down here
When you ridin down the 285 and go by cascade getting ready to go by that Campbelton Rd.
Before you get to Camp Creek shorty just shake cuz thats where them real niggaz at
I aint lying when you in Decatur and you flossin down Glenwood
Candler Road or Rainbow then shake cuz thats where them real niggaz at
When you going that ole Nat L and you pass that second waffle house
Fore you get to the Ritz nigga shake cuz thats where them real niggaz at
Matter of fact just shake when you get to Georgia nigga.
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