Pass Out

[Chorus: x2 Ludacris] If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out! I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out! So if you with me and you tipsy throw your fist up! If you got diamonds and they shining throw your wrist up! [Ludacris] Hey hey It's Luda Luda get it right I'm Mr. Money Machine And I'm steady looking for two women I can come in between You can catch me chilling up in the cut but I'm always ready for action I'm stunt, like Jackie Chan and lay low, like {?} Jack-son Maxing and relaxing, haters, do they really want to test me man I got an arsenal waiting, do they really want to catch me man No, I, don't, think, so I've, got killers on the pay-roll if there's a, problem then say-so I, make dough until there's none left I run with plenty gangs that's holding things And rearrange your frame in one breath So to keep on breathing I suggest you take this beating 'Tis the season for bleeding and we've been looking for a reason [Chorus] [Ludacris] Hey hey Come holla at me, I'm a star, I got the hood on smash You know me! My whole car smell like a wood shop class I point 'em out like her, her, that girl with the mouth Plus you and your friends Let me show you some whips that don't come out 'til the year of 2010 So I'm flocking 'em in, 'til the drop top is rocking again Boy I got it locked, if you think not, then you'll get popped in the chin And I'm clocking these ends, my record sales are blocking 'em in Gotta thank those blessed to walk the streets to those that's locked in the pen My entourage is game faces, mean mugging, mean mugging Now the media is convinced that we thuggin', we thuggin' Momma told me grow up to be something, be something I went diamond with this album so we bucking, we bucking [Chorus] [Ludacris] I'm so far ahead it's only RIGHT for you to hate on me man When I'm pushing 90 by myself up in the H.O.B. lane They trying to figure how many mo' women that I can take on my plane Being one of the few rappers responsible for changing the game Now desperate artists trying to sue but they just making some claims Can't get in the spotlight for nothing and it just makes 'em insane That's why some of the niggas resort right back to baking that 'caine And selling it off to junky monkeys who keep baking they brain As they grow older they'll be feeling a lot of aching and pain So right at the head they might as well just be aiming that thing And you ain't helping the process out by always caking these dames But it is hard giving up the place where they be shaking they things [Chorus]