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Ludacris - Number One Spot lyrics
[Ludacris talking] Yeah baby...heh heh...yea Back again...Luda Gets meaner and meaner each time baby Feelin real good too, what up Uncle Face I'm a bull in this industry man Some rapper run down and get one kind I think i rather walk down and get em all you know what im talkin about, right [Verse] I'm never goin no where so don't try me My music sticks in fans veins like an IV, Flows poison like ivey, oh they grind me Already offers on my 6th album for labels tryna sign me Respect it highly, high Mr. O'reilly Hope all is well kiss the plaintiff and the wifey Drove threw the window, the industry supersized me Now the girls see me and a rivers what they cry me Now i'm on the rise so many people despise me Got party ammunition for those tryna surprise me It's a celebration and everyone should invite me Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of a nike Explore it like Dora, these swipers can't swipe me My whole aura's so mean in my white tee No body light skinned been rappin harder since Ice-T You disagree take the Tysen approach and bite me Don't slip up or get got (Why not man?) Cause i'm comin for that number one spot (Alright) Rappers swearin they on top (eh uh eh uh) But i'm coming for that number one spot (Alright man) Skeem skeem plot plot (say WHAT!?) I'm comin for that number one spot (Whoo!) Keepin it goin it wont stop (what you doin man?) I'm comin for that number one spot Yes indeed ludacris im hotta then Nevada Ready to break the steering column in your impala If i get caught, bail out popo i tell em holla In court i never show up like Austin Powers faja Father, Father and hey i love gold But can buy anything I want from the records i've sold Jacuzzi hot, crystal it's so cold Neighbors catch contacts from the blunts that i roll A pig in a blank and smoke and a pancake Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake I crush mic's until my hand breaks Then shag now and shag later til these women can't stand straight The Luda meister gotta feelin so randy I'm double XL so I call em my eye candy Brush my shoulder and i pop my collar Cause i'm worth a million, gazillion, fafillion dollars Don't slip up or get got (Why not man?) Cause i'm comin for that number one spot (Alright) Rappers swearin they on top (eh uh eh uh) But i'm coming for that number one spot (Alright man) Skeem skeem plot plot (say WHAT!?) I'm comin for that number one spot (Whoo!) Keepin it goin it wont stop (what you doin man?) I'm comin for that number one spot Causin lyracal disasters, its the master Make music for mini-me's, models and fat bastards These women tryna get me out my pelly pelly's They strip off my clothes and tell me, "get in my belly" Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin like flojo Sit back in time and i never lost my mojo Lady's and gentlemen, boys and girls Ludacris sent down to take over the whole world Don't slip up or get got (Why not man?) Cause i'm comin for that number one spot (Alright) Rappers swearin they on top (eh uh eh uh) But i'm coming for that number one spot (Alright man) Skeem skeem plot plot (say WHAT!?) I'm comin for that number one spot (Whoo!) Keepin it goin it wont stop (what you doin man?) I'm comin for that number one spot |
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