so put em up or shut em up Smack'em down and I'll yell pick'em up so get'em up word em up, as I fuck it up I tear it up so listen up and don't move just
1 - Ludacris] I just touched down in killa Cali, Strapped up my boots, Got scooped up by Game, So I hopped up in the coupe, Gaah, What up nigga What the
me of the supper free, that I bumped in Frisco Same week buzzing another one up in Fresno Hey ya'knaw, it seems that they knew what time it was I gotta glass of Hurricane
straight out the frame My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer Too many rappers to shake a stick at
If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I betcha biggie bust 'em He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically, I dust 'em, off like Pledge
bushwick bill] Me and two freaks in b-legit's back seat F-u-c-k-i-n-g I got clunkers, 'cause you know big chuck like em plump Sippin hurricane bumpin
body shakin while she look me in my face call yo friends and tell em you just got worked imma fool when I move up the skirts stick and move make it hurt
and dine you But I ain't got no time to chase behind and never find you So be this dope a lethal dose of poisonous potion Stick to the sound that's up
Brewin up that mountain dew It boilin like a crockpot Deep out in these southern woods and Far away from everything Out amongst the tombstones Cookin up that hurricane
I just touched down in killa Cali, strapped up my boots Got scooped up by Game so I hopped up in the coupe Gah, what up nigga? What the hell is goin'
mouth like a Hurricane, she keep her hair fixed and I fucked it up As soon as I bust a nut she grab the dick and she suck it up Bring her to the hotel
as fuck Cock, bust like a sawed off punk, Double barrel on 'em Black gambinos at casinos Get de niro on 'em If I want 'em I go get 'em If I gotta shot
I could probably wash dishes at some other fuckin' dump But it's all the same to me, bustin' ass to make a buck So read 'em up and stick 'em, pump that
padre your missin' sister lichen Them sons of bitches that be crossing me up The devil's calling me up to blow their family up So west up, I'm unexpekted
If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust em He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically, I dust em, off like Pledge Hit
out the frame My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer Too many rappers to shake a stick at I oughta
