Ludacris Lyrics

Album: CHICKEN N BEER

Southern Fried Intro Lyrics

[Intro]

 Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sistas to stand up

 I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight

 Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together

 I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'

 I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing together

 So come on now and get up to it yall

 

 [Verse 1]

 The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopest flows

 And wonder why the line's around the corner

 Cuz the little motherfucker has the dopest shows

 So one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be gettin' that cake

 Two times for my dawgs pullin' triggers

 And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight

 East coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south

 Then we took it all around the world

 I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls

 Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,

 Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode

 Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?

 I even got a little rock 'n' roll

 The most creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal

 [Boom boom] cuz they cant get what I gots

 They want it so bad, four million dollar pad

 And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white flags, I'm hot!

 And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' rappers in the ground

 Wit' lines that got 'em hooked like dope

 They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin' outta time

 And I'm about to make 'em choke

 Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach

 Let's get arrested for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon)

 

 Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves

 Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?

 While he doin' shows, I'm in these skreets, know what I'm sayin'?

 While he on tv, I'm in these skreets

 And then my broad, my kid walkin' around singin' it

 Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear

 Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level though

 I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O' National

 I got my own record label, you heard of us

 The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real

 Who this nigga thing he is?

 

 [Verse 2]

 I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times

 I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs

 So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk

 And it's pimpin' in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk

 Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops

 People in the way wanna baller block

 Little do they know that I'm callin' shots

 And I'm not to be fucked with

 If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick

 I tried to tell 'em, but they dont wanna listen

 I tried to shine 'em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin'

 And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools

 Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules

 Hear what I'm sayin' or heard what I said

 Hear what they playin', cuz thru this music I'ma still be heard if I'm dead

 Call ya' producers, cuz I'm hurtin' these beats

 I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace

 C'mon

 

 Yeah, folk

 The King of the kings has spoken

 ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block

 We bouta let our nuts hang!

 Disturbin' Tha Peace!

 We dont die, we multiply

 We makin Def Jam history

 Thanks for gettin' the CD shawty!