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Ludacris - Southern Fried Intro lyrics
The incredible untouchable nigga Spittin' venom out his body with the dopest flows And wonder why the lines around the corner 'Cause the little mothafucka has the dopest shows The one time for my indipendant women And all the single mothers that be gettin' that cake Two times for my dawgs,my trigga's,and my nigga's, In the kitchen that be feelin' that weight East coast, West coast, Mid West, dirty South Then we took it all around the world... I got fans in retirement homes The teenagers, to little bity boys and girls Droppin' lyrical bombs up in your hood Nonstop and I'm a hit em' 'til the block explodes Hip hop, R & B, pop talk, what ya want? I even got alittle rock and roll The most creative original got em takin subliminal(bang bang) 'Cause they can't get what I gots They want it so bad Four million dollar pad, and enough to retire off two albums Go on, wave your white flags I'm hot! And everytime i rhyme im puttin rappas in da ground with nines they got em hooked lyke dope they gotta make up dey mind because they runnin outta tyme and im about to make them choke betta turn ya stereo LOUDER listen and let me PREACH lets get arrested for disturbin the*echo*PEACE COME ON*echo* (Talking) Man dis disturbin the peace shit gettin on my nerves boy i tell ya the truth kno wut im sayin while he doin shows...im in deese screets kno wut im sayin while he on TV...im in deese screets and then my broad and my kid walk around singin it boy if dey sing anotha verse boy i swear y'kno wut im sayin im on anotha level though i got a car wash...i got a shop on O national I got my own record lable...you heard up the poxy family cartel y'know im sayin we real who this nigga think he is? (Luda) Im a household name wit game spittin outta my mouth at all tymes i spit it out an about and spit it out of da south till the recognize the danger signs so feel the tingle in yo spine by the way i talk and deres pimpin in my blood u can tell by the way i walk ooooo lord more styles then a barber shop call the cops People in da way when a ball the block little do they know that im callin shots and im not ta b fucked wit if ya see me commin round the corner then duck quick perpatraitors can suck dick i tried ta tell them but dey don' wanna listen i tried ta shine em but dey don' wanna glisten while the hot head keeps on tickin and the kick drum peep im pumpin im dumpin on da coast is fools cuz rules was made to b broken but you cant make broken rules hear wut im sayin or heard wut i said hear wut they playin cuz through this music ima still be hurr if im dead call yo producers cuz im hurtin deese beats i said once i'll say it twice BITCH DISTURBIN THE PEACE *PEACE COME ON*Echoed* |
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