Ludacris


Southern Hospitality


Uh, Cadillac grills Cadillac mills
Check out the oil on my Cadillac spills
Matter fact candy paint Cadillac's kill
So check out the ho's my Cadillac fills
20 inch wide 20 inch high
Oh don't you like my 20 inch ride
20 inch thighs make 20 inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass clothes pretty ass toes
Oh how I love these pretty ass ho's
Pretty ass high class anything goes
Catch em in the club throwing pretty ass bows
Long jime jaws long jime stalls
Any stank puss make my long jime pause
Women on they cells making long time calls
And if they like to juggle give em long jime's
balls


Chorus:
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin ass niggas wit the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the flo nigga throw them bowls
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties wit a matching ass
Wit ya fly ass boots or ya open toes When ya get on the flo nigga throw them bowls


Dirty south mind blown dirty south bread
Catfish fried up dirty south fed
Sleep in a cot pickin dirty south bed
Dirty south guls give me dirty south head
Hand me down flip flops hand me down socks
Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks
Hand me down a 50 pack swisher sweets box
And goodfella rich niggas hand me down rocks
Mouth full of platinum mouth full of gold
Forty glock cal keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth you could find your mouth
cold Rip out ya tongue cause of what ya mouth told
Sweat for the lemonade sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce sweat from the D
And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from
me


Chorus


Hit by stars hit by cars
Drunk of the liquor getting hit by bars
Keep your girl close cause she's hit by far
Hit by the Neptune's hit by guitars
Afro Picks afro chicks
I let my soul glow from my afro dick
Rabbit out the hat pullin afro tricks
Afro American afro thick
Overall country overall jeans
Overall Georgia we overall clean
Southern Hospitality we overall mean
Overall triple overall beams
Thugged out niggas wear thugged out chains
Thugged out blocks playing thugged out games
All black tinted up thugged out range
DTP stay doing thugged out thangs


Chorus 2x


(Nigga throw them bowls)
(Nigga throw them bowls)
(Nigga throw them bowls)
(Nigga throw them bowls)


What's Your fantasy
[Ludacris]
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
give it to me now, give it to me now
give it to me now, give it to me now
[Shawnna]
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
give it to me now, give it to me now
give it to me now, give it to me now


chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna (repeat 2x)
I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your
toes
and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to
the to the floor
I wanna ah ah I make it so good you don't wanna
leave
but I got to kn kn kn know what's your fan-ta-sy


[Ludacris]
I wanna get in the Georgia dome on the fifty yard
line
when the dirty birds kick the tree
and if you like in the club we can do it
in the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP
whip cream with cherries, strawberries on top
lick it don't stop
with the doe lock
don't know while the boat rock we go buy
robots or they got to wait till the show stop
or how 'bout on the beach with black sand
lick up your thighs and call me pac man
table top or just give me a lap dance
the rock to the park to the flat lands
that man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom
or back or a classroom
how ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that
ass soon
see I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and
I grasp 'em
I flash 'em and out last 'em
and if ain't good then I trash 'em while you
stash 'em
I'll let 'em free
and the tell me what they fantasy
like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to
be mad at me


chorus
[Ludacris]
I wanna get you in the bath tub
with the candle lit you give it up till they go out
or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert
cause you know I got sold out
or red carpet dick could just roll out
go 'head and scream you can't hold out
we can do it in the pouring rain
runnin the train when it's hot or cold out
how 'bout in the library on top of books
but you can't be too loud
you wanna make a brother beg for it
give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud
we can do it in the white house
tryna make them turn the lights out
champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing
what's my name, what's my name, what's my name a
sauna, jacuzzi
in the back row at the movie
You can stratch my back and rule me
You can push me or just pull me
on hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on
the silk sheets uh
eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her
feet


chorus


[Ludacris]
I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
that's the way you like to fuck fog up all alert
rip the pants and rip the shirt
ruff sex make it hurt
in the garden in the dirt
roll around Georgia Brown that's the way I like it
twerk
legs jerk, over worked, under paid, don't be afraid
in the sun or in the shade
on the top of my escalade
baby your girl and my friends can trad
tag team off the rope, on the ocean or in the boat
factores, or hundred spokes
what 'bout in the candy sto' that chocolate
chocolate make it melt
whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little bootie
up with my belt
scream help play my game
dracula man I'll get my fangs horse back I'll get
my reigns
School teacher let me get my grades


chorus: (repeat 4x)


Roll Out


[repeat 6x]
Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!


[Chorus - "roll out!" in background]
I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that


Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them
diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that matchin Benz with them
windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin
through?
Man I ain't got nothin to prove, I paid my dues
Breakin the rules, I shake fools while I'm
takin 'em, whewwwww!
Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so
good?
You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the
hood?
What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in
that BAG?
A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass
job of just eyein me, spyin me


[Chorus]


Man, that car don't come out until next year,
where in the fuck did you get it?
That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the
fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got
money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin
The better I'm feelin, the more that I'm chillin
Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin
Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coast
meals?
Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch
heels
What in the world is in that ROOM, what you got in
that ROOM?
A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of
rats, a couple of wives
Now it's time to choose


[Chorus]


Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just
custom-fitted?
Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-
kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your
main bitch?
You take a pick, while I'm rubbin the hips,
touchin lips to the top of the dick
Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you
keep in your house?
What about diamonds and gold, is that what you
keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that CASE, what you got in
that CASE?
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to
take place at a similar pace
So shake, shake it


[(Chorus) 1/2x]


Get out my business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, ah
'Cause these niggas all up in my shit and it's my
business,
my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, 'cause it's mine,
oh mine
My business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass
'Cause these niggas all up in my
shit.......[fade]


Saterday (Ooh Ooh)
[Chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol' ass, it's Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky


[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on up
double shot Hennesey fill my cup
Luda choke smoke in a big black truck
Should I wild out, WHAT THE FUCK?!
Act like my rims ain't clean
How you gonna ack like my neck don't bling?
Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen
but they don't never really wanna pop them thangs
Cane, cane sugar man Luda don't go
and I stop at a light, pull off so slow
but I'm out for the night, so pass that dro
So, daddy come home in a Cadillac brome, cadillac
brome
Now don't it sound absurd
Claim College Park where they flip them birds
Trick car alarms, then bend them curves
Chop chop, chunk it up fat man herb


[Chorus]


[Verse 2: Ludacris]
It's illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow,
that's my bud
Smoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luck
Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the
back door, NIGGA WHAT?!
Act like I don't make cloud, how you gonna act
like I don't get loud?
How you gonna act like I don't rock crowds?
and leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smile
If I recollect right then you sound like dirt
but, I guess what you really don't know don't hurt
with a vest, and a pump hear the shot gun
My folks on the block, man, they got that word
(they got that word)
Don't it smell so good, in Southwest where they
rep that hood
Protect your chest, they up to no good
and come through flossin, they wish y'all would


[Chorus]


[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Worldwide hustlers get that dough
work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick
Keep a D eagle with an extra clip
think it ain't so, SUCK A DICK!
Act like I just do rap
How you gonna act like I just ain't strapped?
How you gonna act like I don't push lacs?
Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on BACK!
Ichy finger trigger, man, Luda don't squeeze
With a mac, with a glock I'ma make 'em say please
In the back, on block so the cops they freeze
And I'm so high, I think I got a nose bleed, you
gotta nose bleed?
Don't it smell so sweet?
In DECATUR, where they pack that heat
And ROB neighbors in the night creep, creep
I'll see you LATER we'll be in them streets...


Move Bitch (f/Mystical & I-20)


[Chorus 2x: Ludacris]


Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way


[Ludacris]
OH NO! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin' and bustin' two
and I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll",
they'll be mo' dead
Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
Since not into lution', we run in the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta
my way I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over


[Chorus]


[Mystikal over second chorus]
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move


Here I come, there I go
UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin'
crowd? Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
"Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu
doin'?" Sidelinin' my fuckin' bussiness
Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch,
tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
But i'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus


[Chorus]


[I-20 over second chorus]
Bring it, get 'em


Too bad I'm on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be right
back We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars
out Grab the peels cuz we robbin' tonight
Beat the shit outta security, we startin a fight
I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the Belve and 'cris
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the
bitch Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes,
we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up
niggaz I'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect
D.T.P. And watch the bottles start flyin' from the
V.I.P. Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in
your body Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin
the party So move bitch, get out the way hoe
All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
So...


[Chorus]

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