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Ludacris - Pass Out lyrics
If u a lame motha fucker get yo ass out Im from the A I came to party til I pass out So if u with me and u tipsy throw ur fist up If u got diamonds and they shining throw ur wrist up 2x's Hey hey, its Luda Luda,get it right, Im Mr. Money Machine and Im steady lookin for two women I can cum in between U can catch me chillin up in the cut but I always ready 4 action I stunt like jackie chan and lay low like reevie jackson Maxin and relaxin, haters do they really wanna test me man I got an arsenal waitin, do they really wanna catch me man No I dont think so I got killer on the pay role If theres a problem then say so I make dough until there none left I run with plenty a gangs thats holdin thangs that will rearrange ur frame in one breath So if u wanna keep breathin I suggest u take this beatin Tis the season for bleeding and we've been lookin for a reason HOOK Hey,hey come holla at me Im a star, I got the hood on smash U know me my whole car smells like a wood shop class I point them out like her,her that girl with the mouth Plus u and ur friend Let me show u some whips dat dont come out til the year 2010 So Im flockin 'em in, til drop top is rockin again Boy I got it locked if u think not then u'll get popped in yo chin And Im clockin these ins, my record sells are blockin 'em in Gotta thank those blessed to walk the streets To those ones that are locked in the pen My ontourage is game faces mean muggin, mean muggin Now the media's convinced that we thuggin, we thuggin Momma told me to grow up and be somethin, be somethin I went diamond with this record so we buckin, we buckin HOOK Im so far ahead its only right for u to hate on me man While IM pushin 90 by myself on the H-O-B lane They tryin to figure out how many more women that I can take on my plane Being one of the rappers responsible for changin the game Now desperate artist tryin 2 sue but they just makin som claims Cant get in the spot light for nothing It just drives them insane Thats why some of them niggas go back to bakin that cane And sellin it off to junkie monkeys who keep bakin they brain As they grow older they'll be feelin alot of achin and pain So rite at the head they might as just well be aimin that thang And u aint helpin the process out by always cakin these gangs But it is hard enuff to place where they be shakin them thangs |
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