Ludacris: Freestyle

I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquor, And women that are real life scratch-and-sniff stickers. I shoot videos and get mobs slobbed in trailers, I hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor. You pricks is all talk and its bad for your health, See I aint gotta say shit, money speaks for itself. With all models I make, Im great like five lakes, You got rims on your truck, man I got rims on my skates. You rolling on dubs, I roll right in the club, Dirty ass home with more rings than your tub. You think its all practical jokes and big bloopers, But I smack bitches with no titties that work at Hooters. Just get a couple of girls that shakin they thing, Then I put em on camera and cut two frames. With some gasoline draws Ill be gointo hell, Ludacris fuck like a nigga fresh outta jail. I got junk yard dogs, Im rowdier than Rod Piper, And my babys assed out cause I rub my cars with her diapers. So you can pray for now if you sinned in the past, Word of Mouf, time to wipe that silly grin off ya ass. 4-IZE These rap cats are soft, like R&B singers, Its 4-Ize, I work for wings and chicken fingers. I rep Smoke Park so Chi-town can get seen, Im a dirty bird now, but I keep shit clean. I rip mean face niggaz one by one, Or two by two, Ill take em how ever they come. Instead of a gun, I pull out a stick from wood workin, The black hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurking. Creepin in the shadow, the night shade, You want the tail in the back or a light fade? Cause Tony Scissor Hands is the barber, the butcher, I kill ya, smoke a blunt, and forget where I put ya. Im superfly like snuka, I smack hoes, The black rose with a dozen attack flows. I rock Shaqs clothes when I alter beast, Power up, get big its Disturbin Tha Peace! Comin To America Intro The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you king shit Yeah you motherfuckers welcome to the United States of America Time to roll out the red carpet on yall bitch asses Hailing from the filthy dirty south where the Kings lay Ludacris, Disturbing the Peace family recognize royalty when you hear it The throne has been taken so kiss this niggas earrings Luda throw some grapes on these peasants Verse I These bitches, they throwing rose petals at my feet man They want to spoil me treatin me like royalty What am I supposed to do its such a sweet thang Work that track whip em like Kunta thats why they Stay down they loyal citizens of Zamoonda By way of ATL if you disagree dont even look at me hoe Dont pass go just go straight to jail with no probation or bail But this t no monopoly its jolly green giants cuz we smokin So much broccoli oh oh spaghetti oohs Ludas odels to noodles and Testing me is like puttin up pit bulls to poodles My rap career goes back than your father's hairline Its Ludacris I pack more nuts than Delta airlines Im fly even when I get high I work cash and even got my coach Bumped up to first class Im boss to all employees Im here to teach the principle cause Ive Been saved by more bells than Lark Voorhies. Verse II Man fuck that nigga Chris Im tired of all this shit Man I tried to rap for the nigga, I tried to give the nigga tracks He aint hearing my shit man for real, man my four-year ole son Can rap better than that nigga, man that nigga garbage Man I got talent too the nigga aint hearing me Is this shit on? Cris come on Cris; Cris for real fuck you nigga, fuck you! Verse III Fuck you too, what you wanna do Scrawny nigga but I got an arsenal of automatics down to 22s Know how to us em fight dirty as shit throw a grenade And all in one bury your whole click Cuz ya see yall got it all wrong like women in tuxedos They comin up shorter than five Danny Devitos Im on a cool ranch getting laid more than fritos and Five strippers four wives and three amigos I go scuba divin in bays at Montego I find gold links and snatch them like Im debo But Im the light skinded version of Mandingo Ive seen more beetles and jagged edges then wingo I used to run numbers in line they call me bingo Cuz Im big you a little star you just twinkle Ole asses like sharpes yall are wrinkled And I stay with more bullets than your billboard single Verse IV Oh now thats just too much, you go to give him props He is definitely off the rip you see what Im sayin I be fuckin with home all the time you see what I mean? I used to just serve home orange now home come through he want 50 of purple he want quarters of purple.. home a trip wit it man I sold him a qp last week o da flavor Verse V Yeah can I get a little hit of that, a little nigga with a bigger sac CP set a bigger trap gotta rap look at that gotta be rollin all night With a kick of that and a lot of people just dont know shady park Ya heard just dont go, quick to flip the bird up po po Makin the way for that rodeo that rodeo show I gotta hit em with the reload, I gotta put him with your peep hole I gotta make a nigga stop drop role Oh no where the beat go, bring that shit back didnt want to hear that click clack Tons on fun with guns fuck all the little chit chat get it back get that Who knows who goes there mutherfuckers its popa bear stop and stare Pour out a little gasoline then drop a flare Im on fire and you know I cant stop till I retire Oh no we stay swole rolling en vogue tires right down the avenue Passin you rapidly, stackin in the back of the Cadillac packing emergency action Camera light light throw in a punch and then fight fight packin a lunch and Then bite bite. ATL stay tight tight Verse VI Im just trying to save you shawty Imma let you know its real down here When you ridin down the 285 and go by cascade getting ready to go by that Campbelton Rd. Before you get to Camp Creek shorty just shake cuz thats where them real niggaz at I aint lying when you in Decatur and you flossin down Glenwood Candler Road or Rainbow then shake cuz thats where them real niggaz at When you going that ole Nat L and you pass that second waffle house Fore you get to the Ritz nigga shake cuz thats where them real niggaz at Matter of fact just shake when you get to Georgia nigga.