Lyrics:
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
'cause her music's too loud
And she just caught up in the zone of a Ludacris album
Now she's home, she opens the door, moves to get out
Soon as the foot
My first album had no famous guest appearances
Wait.. this is my first album
No AI and Jadakiss
I know it'll get money like AI and Jason Rich
"Ludacris it's time go Ludacris"
Yeah
Luda!
I go Ludacris but I ain't ludacris
And i don't beat the pussy Ima shoot it
Im at pussy top it's like
album by Chrome, the new artist Chrome
C-H-R-O-M-E, go get it, it's jammin' like a fool (yeah, yeah)
"Straight To The Pros," Chrome, October, 2005 (new
Ludacris has been identified
As one of the greats of all time
What am I to do? Generation pimps
Granddaddy and my father too
What the fuck are y'all thinking
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint heard about me
I put four
Yea-uh, here we go here we go here we go
Talk about that Word of Mouf baby
Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go
Ludacris, 4-Ize, D.E.
the red carpet on y'all bitch asses
Hailing from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay
Ludacris, Disturbin' Tha Peace family
Recognize royalty
For some reason I'm starting to feel strange
It's Ludacris the way I do this shit
Straight outta Houston like a fugitive
I'm really true to this, you
My first album had no famous guest appearances
Wait... this is my first album
No AI and JadaKiss
It'll get me money like AI and Jason Rich
excluding
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint heard about me
I put four
I wake up and got four or
Five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an OG if yaint heard about me
I put four or five
albums wrong, yea
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus track
You think my album's whack
But I got a bonus track
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus
Ay, yo' check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga)
$hort Dog (ay, tell them
dropped off
Like Aaron Hall, "Don't Be Afraid" bitch, call the cops off
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Now you can either check yo' ego at the do'
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,
What do I say
Say whatever the heck you want
Be on beat stay on beat
Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD
Play the Album
on anybody who ever tried to front on me
With so much personality, what do you want from me?
I could be by myself and enjoy the company
My life, this year, my
(Luda) hey
[Ludacris]
I must admit that you are truly something special
So hop up in my vessel, let's wrestle like I'm The Rock (Rock)
Deep in your
Ay, yo' check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga)
$hort Dog (ay, tell them
the father of the baby?
Disturbing Tha Peace Entertainment presents
The Ludacris Greatest Hits CD (Volume One)
Done by random white people
Yeah, yeah,
anyway
But thank God for Bun B and Ludacris because they had faith
That shit would take off and it did, guess I was too country to quit
I make albums
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint heard about me
I put four
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