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Ludacris Lyrics

Album: Incognegro

Game Got Switched Lyrics

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

 I hate it when it's too many niggaz, not enough hoes

 Too many rookies, not enough pros

 The game got switched on some Ludacris shit

 So all y'all can suck my dick, BEOTCH!!

 

 [Verse 1]

 I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOL

 We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels

 No holds barred but obey the block rules

 Cock tools put chlorine in record pools

 Are there anyone like ya (HELL NAW!!)

 I treat humans like students (FAIL Y'ALL)

 So turn ya books to page 69 and start suckin

 When Organized drop the tracks then start duckin

 When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin

 [Girl:] You wanna be startin some'n 

 Get out the booth 

 and lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down do's

 Save all the H20 for front rows

 Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes

 Stay chromed out and that's on or off road

 If you know what I mean proceed to stay clean

 Light skinded nigga turn red but get green

 Inhale some of that 'dro but blow steam

 Love a combination big ass and tight jeans

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 2]

 [Girl:] Boy you done lost yo' mind

 No I've lost my virginity

 And I shot click like that fool shot Kennedy

 What's the remedy Hennessey Coke

 If you cut all your money you'd still be half broke

 Ashes to ashes smoke or get smoked

 We come by the masses you come and get choked

 If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke

 Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope

 So now we eatin lobster shrimp and things

 And watch for imposters that's been in the game

 We invented the game and y'all just got hip

 [Dude:] Man what's that smell 

 PROBABLY YO UPPER LIP

 Cause I love to walk around like my shit don't stank

 Even if it's cigars and that purple color dank

 Chillin in the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks

 So put this in yo' jaw like weiners and beef franks

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 3]

 I put too much sugar in my Kool..Aid

 And party like a kid wit a high top fade

 Arrive to a show and I like to get paid

 Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid

 Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats

 I'm on the right page but what's my format

 I wave to the ocean cause I'm where shores at

 And women go nuts just like my bozack

 Did you know that? Man I'm the gift of change

 Electric stoves so give me the keys to the Range

 Shagadelic, beautiful but strange

 Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flames

 Rearrange, same broad different night

 Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right

 The bomb threaten dude that's on yo same flight

 The highlight's that I live a high ass life

 

 [Chorus - 3X (w/ minor variations)]
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