afternoon Folks sittin' on things, mad systems boom The girls are lookin' better The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever At Venice by the ocean Rag-top Trey hits
a rip shop, tell that ass drop Five O ice, yo fuck a damn cop 'Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll Five thousand dollar suits and fly gold
kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I don't play they show They don't play my hits,
, nigga that's the life When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast I'm asking you, 'cause we used
in a drop I spit the ridiculous fast dump a clip in ya ass Push ya shit in the back, knocked ya shit is a rap All we gotta do, put the hits out like
, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops Un cut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits
in my hood [Verse 1 - Ludacris] Everybody on the corner with the work Slinging and banging in front of that liquor store Blowing money because I live life fast
loss of sleep And driving fast in that old heap And that he had to be at work by five BJ the DJ, you're living much too fast And if you don't change
much boyd to increase the leave, You bitches can't fuck with me, 'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious, Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' behind no one, Scored five
's foolin' right there? Who dat? Aight nigga, aye, get down nigga Aye nigga, get down nigga Aye nigga, get down nigga Shit! Wuh, we about seventy-five
runnin', and runnin' runnin', and... In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks. We got five minutes for
what the hell It doesn't matter who goes 'n' buy my records long as they sell And I can tell that you don't like me very well Pop popular hit, pop hits
critics, you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Beef with radio, if we don't play they show They don't play out hits
just a little compassion we can all just shine No kids go hungry no child left behind Why every time a leader steps outta line We find cut down early before he hits
s lookin' at ten So we gon' live it up and act bad balls And party til' the mutha fuckin' wheels fall off Hope those wheels ain't made of stone Five
, wake ya up and make you die again Spark it up and make a nigga block fry again Go ta jail and do life, not five ta ten Me, Lil' Mario and Toolie, that
really is Don't get me started, okay, warden? Don't get me started Dwight, you call me Dwight They've killed a shitload of inmates and guards Three inmates, five
