Lyrics:
Just because Oprah don't want me saying bitch no more
I'm like "Oprah, why you doing this?
Come on, this is ludacris
That just hypes my ass up even
stop, Sir Luscious Left Foot's on fire
Tryna block my shine just ain't gon' happen, so don't try
Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit
gon' hold this thing down)
And when the music fades away (LOX, D Block)
It's just me and you, and you, and you (So Raspy)
It's still me and you,
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
to Get Better
Or
Wild Wild Woman
By Your Smith
Or Forest Whitaker
By Bad Books
Do you have any regrets?
Oh yeah
Plenty
I've seen these music docs
me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
My music's so loud
I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin'
denied
It's the Alpha Dog homie catching you all by surprise
Fuck this writer's block like the drama from my past
Tell my life's story and put them haters
Music has no rules
Music has no rules, music has no rules
Music has no rules, Music has no rules
Ride out where, what strip, which block?
He got hit,
and vibe to the music, I got the motion we moving
I got the motion, we moving yea
They only tough on computers, I spun her block she was choosing
I spun her
take shock anyway 6 Months right back on the damn block anyway But look money from across the street Think its sweet think you get money across
that block that you chop and the rocks as usual
Watching for the cops that's moving through
Me and my soldiers know the rules
We use cakes to get by
hella drooling
Bitch head hella stupid
We hopping with rugers
We not playing abt it
These niggas use em
Spin block
I think I hear em playing my music
Yea
or a car that's there
A little different noise for your listenin' pleasure
A sample from a record that's a four bar measure
Adults think this music is
on the block, I ain't had a lot
Can't believe I made it this far, by the grace of God
I'd be damned if I ever stopped, get this music poppin'
Stay consistent
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be's just a wannabe
me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
My music's so loud
I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin'
in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Oh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way want to baller block
Little do
I done listened to your music
And watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill
(trill) , you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You fakin on the TV
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
the trenches but now you can't tell
Just me and my dogs yeah we tryna prevail
Praying to god that my music gon' sell
Lookin' around but it's just me by myself
I
at your block, block, block
Better watch your mouth, don't wanna mock, mock, mock
Lately, I ain't down to talk, talk, talk
Role model, that's Scott, Scott,
Just because Oprah don't want me saying bitch no more
I'm like "Oprah, why you doing this?
Come on, this is ludacris
That just hypes my ass up even
Must be tha music (I can bust in her mouth)
Must be tha music (Got us all thugged out)
Dice games by the coke spot, niggas love shit he don't got
He
Six by nines through theses door panels
Make a bunch of noise
I'm mobbin' on these back
Streets and city blocks
Middle finger every cop
Chevy block
.jpg/204px-Ludacris_2008_(cropped).jpg "Ludacris")
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