Ludacris lyrics
Ludacris lyrics
"Get The Fuck Back lyrics"
My Life lyrics
Let me live my life my way Living it from day to day I'll do the things that I want to do It's up to me not up to you GO AWAY GO AWAY LEAVE ME ALONE I JUST WANT TO LIVE A LIFE OF MY OWN I DON'T WANT TO BE NOBODY'S CLONE Don't try to tell me what to wear How to dress or have my hair I'll never listen to what you say I'll never sell out there is no way You say it's only a passing phase The craze for teenage nowadays It may only be a fashion to some But we'll be here for years to come Sex and drinks and lots of drugs Passes the time when you're on the dole There's nowt to do so you start your own band And tour this god forsaken land
Let me live my life my way Living it from day to day I'll do the things that I want to do It's up to me not up to you GO AWAY GO AWAY LEAVE ME ALONE I JUST WANT TO LIVE A LIFE OF MY OWN I DON'T WANT TO BE NOBODY'S CLONE Don't try to tell me what to wear How to dress or have my hair I'll never listen to what you say I'll never sell out there is no way You say it's only a passing phase The craze for teenage nowadays It may only be a fashion to some But we'll be here for years to come Sex and drinks and lots of drugs Passes the time when you're on the dole There's nowt to do so you start your own band And tour this god forsaken land
(feat. Fate Wilson, I-20, Shawna)
[intro I-20]
What the fuck's up!
DTP in this mother fucker
And for all ya'll that don't like it
Do one thing, get the fuck back
'Cause all my niggas iz ready
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna
Let's show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace
Get the fuck back, bitch
[shooting and screaming in the background]
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
[I-20]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
D-low make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
Bronson, mutha fucker, give me more than three feet
DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep
Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters
Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers
How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke
Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way
I'll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee
One night out in L.A. i met a mexicana with a butchy girlfriend who i thought was a man they took me to the alley to have a little chat people lined the corner doin' this and that in wild america now i 'm in a black car with my mexicana she's got methedrine but i want marijuana i don 't want to drive home not in my condition so i ask my friend matt to handle the ignition in wild america exterminate the brutes (live interview: Rollins: yeah Iggy: yeah Rollins: yeah Iggy: yeah Iggy: well i mean i like it here...do you have anything you' d like to say to america? Rollins: I'd iust l
I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways
Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots)
See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass
Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass
[Fate]
I'm from the southside, College Park
G Road, niggas gone
Ride when the beef starts
Don't hold back, let the heat spark
One's through his vest, one's through his chest
Sleepy hollows put the niggas to rest, uh
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
[Shawna]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Shaw make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
What you know about projects, hoes, and murda
whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface
Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock
Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop
Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop
But if you
A Murder Of Memories lyrics
(Spoken) That's him in the corner of social oblivion Encompassed by the sweet sense of freedom That only borders the aura of deep cerebral gouges Buried in each beat of the heart he was once proud to home If only his substance held a higher level of potence He might be able to drown the portion of his mind Which is trapped in the infinite hoard Of his 1972 through '74 tour through the flames of this hell Sometimes gunfire is brighter than the sunshine And sometimes a child's scream influences every dream Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinking we've moved on But no way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen No w
fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga(Spoken) That's him in the corner of social oblivion Encompassed by the sweet sense of freedom That only borders the aura of deep cerebral gouges Buried in each beat of the heart he was once proud to home If only his substance held a higher level of potence He might be able to drown the portion of his mind Which is trapped in the infinite hoard Of his 1972 through '74 tour through the flames of this hell Sometimes gunfire is brighter than the sunshine And sometimes a child's scream influences every dream Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinking we've moved on But no way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen No w
[Ludacris]
We pop bottles, bottles,
right over you head, niggas
Put nozzles, nozzles
Right over your leg, niggas
Our motto, motto
Is kill 'em instead, niggas
We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas
[I-20]
All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed
The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half
But I use a full clip, cuz I'm a full fledged killa
Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
[Fate]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Fate make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
We the filthy niggas from the South, A-Town represent us
Strong armin' motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle
You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixed tapes
Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape
You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood oze
I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse
Just
Catch The Wave lyrics
[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ] To all the kings with diamond rings And the slept on power to pull some strings I know you're thinkin I'm the last survivor The jet black tinted-out Bentley driver 62 and Madison, scopin females American Express take care of the details Cause I'm covered till I'm smothered like the Shah of Iran Motorcade down when I roam the land "Window, James, I see something I like Park on the corner, underneath the light" "Nice shorts, hon' - takin a run? 'joyin the sun, havin fun? I got a posse, a beeper, and money And you're lookin fly - like a bunny" "James, let her in, she's approachin the car And pass me back a bottle of Chateau Noir" I'm bout to do
keep on pissin me off, like a week kidney[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ] To all the kings with diamond rings And the slept on power to pull some strings I know you're thinkin I'm the last survivor The jet black tinted-out Bentley driver 62 and Madison, scopin females American Express take care of the details Cause I'm covered till I'm smothered like the Shah of Iran Motorcade down when I roam the land "Window, James, I see something I like Park on the corner, underneath the light" "Nice shorts, hon' - takin a run? 'joyin the sun, havin fun? I got a posse, a beeper, and money And you're lookin fly - like a bunny" "James, let her in, she's approachin the car And pass me back a bottle of Chateau Noir" I'm bout to do
And you will find your family reading your obituary
[Ludacris]
These people tryin' to scrub the red off
Stains they don't get off
They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off
Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin head off
[Shawna]
I got a letter from the government, the other day
They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay
They on their way, three minutes to get the k
Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and imma spray
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
[Shawna]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
[Repeat 2x - 1st time Ludacris, 2nd time Fate]
Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, imma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change