Lirik Lagu Hip Hop Quotables - Ludacris
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Hi, my name's Ludacris and I'm high as girrafes (yeah)And im close to the edge so your parents can come push meI curse so much just to get on they nervesI got kids actin a fool from the traps to the birbsMy filthy mouf it wont fight cavities or beat plaqueSo I shot the tooth fairy (aahhh) and took my old teeth backI'll take a shit on the equator, the size of a craterAnd make Government officials breath harder than Darth VaderIts the chicken & the beer that make Luda keep rappinBut no pork on my fork I dont even speak pig LatinI go fishen on my lake wit some bitches to bakePlus I eat many MC's but I dont gain no weightThe number 1 cheif rocker clean out your rap lockersIm as stiff as a board your more shook than maracasBut my tricks aint for kids if you dig em' you'll get smakedI'll clock yah, i'll spring forward you far back (whoo)Every album that I drop has got more than ten bangers (yeah)Thats cause im a shot caller ya'll fools are crank yankers (bells)Aint a damn thing changed but the ice on my chainI get chicks from Portland Oregan to Portland MayneNow I role up torpedoes, get blunted wit rastasFor a hefty fee im on your record like Bob Castas (yeah)I own so many jerseys, im a throw-back messI hit the cleaners an tell em' "i want a full court press" (owe)So mama toast yah glass while im countin my cashCause every single is a smash, im hot as a camals ass (ha)The competition never just wanna admit that they lostAnd that they last about as long as my part in The WashFrom your car to crap game no one rolls with youOne of MiniMe's shoes got more soul than you (ok)So by the time you figur out why your record aint spinninIm in the strip club smokin, wit Presedent Clinton (cough cough cough)So stay of the long side-burns and gold teeth (teeth)They make the mold of the penis enlarger off me (me)I'll be in another when I hit from the back (back)Not to mention my refridgerators taller than Shaq (yeah)So yippie ka ye yippie ya ya yo (yo), if you cant swim dont smoke my hydro (dro)I've been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp onBut alotta ya'll are more stuck up than tampons (whoo)So wash all you sins away and stop playin (yeah)If God's line is busy you might have to two way him (uh hmm)And catch me in your back yard playin crokayAnd im drunk im tellin kids "drugs are bad umm-kay"Or watch me swing my chains at the Rascals of PekoGot seven cars get on my rims at chrome depoAnd people think im bad they say "ooh he's so evil"Cause I go on blind dates with actual blind people (owe)But my albums out the store, yours be on the shelf (uh hmm)I heard you masterbate alot so ya'll keep to yourselfCause these women want a man to stay up and stay strongLike the NBA, you gotta play hard or go homeAll that shit that ya'll talkin ya'll can pop it to themCause Ludacris will beat you down with a prosthetic limbI'll put so deep in your ass that you can smell itAnd your breath'll turn to Footlocker water repelantIm the man I got money far as the eyes can seeAnd im in a group I split do wit me me and meSo much money in my jewelry that im damn near sorrySo ima trade my earings in, and get a Ferrari (whoo)I buy cars wit straight cash, have meetins wit Donald TrumpYall meet wit Honda, no payments for 12 months (uh huh)Take a look at your life and no wonder your so sadYa'll put up wit more shit than a colostomy bagha ha ha
