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ludacris - hip hop quotables lyrics

[ludacris:]
hi, my name’s ludacris and i’m high as giraffes (yeah)
and i’m close to the edge so your parents can come push me
i curse so much just to get on they nerves
i got kids acting a fool from the traps to the birbs
my filthy mouf it wont fight cavities or beat plaque
so i shot the tooth fairy (aahhh) and took my old teeth back
i’ll take a sh-t on the equator, the size of a crater
and make government officials breath harder than darth vader
its the chicken & the beer that make luda keep rapping
but no pork on my fork i don’t even speak pig latin
i go fishing on my lake wit some b-tches to bake
plus i eat many mc’s but i don’t gain no weight
the number 1 chief rocker clean out your rap lockers
i’m as stiff as a board your more shook than maracas
but my tricks ain’t for kids if you dig em’ you’ll get smacked
i’ll clock yah, i’ll spring forward you far back (whoo)
every alb-m that i drop has got more than ten bangers (yeah)
thats cause i’m a shot caller ya’ll fools are crank yankers (bells)
ain’t a d-mn thing changed but the ice on my chain
i get chicks from portland oregan to portland mayne
now i role up torpedoes, get blunted wit rastas
for a hefty fee i’m on your record like bob castas (yeah)
i own so many jerseys, i’m a throw-back mess
i hit the cleaners an tell em’ “i want a full court press” (owe)
so mama toast yah gl-ss while i’m counting my cash
cause every single is a smash, i’m hot as a camels -ss (ha)
the compet-tion never just wanna admit that they lost
and that they last about as long as my part in the wash
from your car to cr-p game no one rolls with you
one of minime’s shoes got more soul than you (ok)
so by the time you figure out why your record ain’t spinning
i’m in the strip club smoking, wit president clinton (cough cough cough)
so stay of the long side-burns and gold teeth (teeth)
they make the mold of the p-n-s enlarger off me (me)
i’ll be in another when i hit from the back (back)
not to mention my refrigerators taller than shaq (yeah)
so yippie ka ye yippie ya ya yo (yo), if you can’t swim don’t smoke my hydro (dro)
i’ve been looking for a woman just to put my stamp on
but a lotta ya’ll are more stuck up than tampons (whoo)
so wash all you sins away and stop playing (yeah)
if god’s line is busy you might have to two way him (uh hmm)
and catch me in your back yard playing crokay
and i’m drunk i’m telling kids “drugs are bad umm-kay”
or watch me swing my chains at the roscoes off pico
got seven cars get on my rims at chrome depo
and people think i’m bad they say “ooh he’s so evil”
cause i go on blind dates with actual blind people (owe)
but my alb-ms out the store, yours be on the shelf (uh hmm)
i heard you m-st-rb-t- a lot so ya’ll keep to yourself
cause these women want a man to stay up and stay strong
like the nba, you gotta play hard or go home
all that sh-t that ya’ll talking ya’ll can pop it to them
cause ludacris will beat you down with a prosthetic limb
i’ll put my foot so deep in your -ss that you can smell it
and your breath’ll turn to footlocker water repelant
i’m the man i got money far as the eyes can see
and i’m in a group i split do wit me me and me
so much money in my jewelry that i’m d-mn near sorry
so ima trade my earings in, and get a ferrari (whoo)
i buy cars wit straight cash, have meetings with donald trump
yall meet wit honda, no payments for 12 months (uh huh)
take a look at your life and no wonder your so sad
ya’ll put up wit more sh-t than a colostomy bag
ha ha ha

- ludacris lyrics

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