Ludacris Lyrics

Album: Incognegro

Hood Stuck Lyrics

[Chorus (Ludacris)]

 Eastside, eastside nigga wha?

 (Eastside, eastside nigga what?)

 I'm talk bout da Westside, westside nigga wha?

 (Westside, westside nigga wha?)

 Northside, northside nigga wha?

 (Northside, northside nigga wha?)

 Southside, southside nigga wha?

 (Southside, southside nigga wha?)

 

 [Ludacris]

 Good luck, time to get hood stuck

 Caldasac trap, Mr. Good Stuff

 Ludacris give me 20 push-ups

 Last summer, got da hook up

 You know what I did

 Who'd eva thought up they grew up on one of the BeBe Kids

 Type of rat, sat on my ass

 And fiendin' for cash

 Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pass

 Now what we got 'round here is a 20-20 twins

 and whats up in my hand, is a bottle of Gin

 I love women so I'm in it to win it

 In it to green

 In it to get in it and get in it again

 You got two booties so you whippin yo chin

 And I don't blame you

 I lay in da sand, ya'll lay in da snow and make angels

 My ice piece dangle

 make my chest look older

 Touch it and fall apart like yo High school folder

 I'ma Trojan man, BHS hall supplier

 Shady park resident and southside Rider

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Ludacris]

 Get back, time to get hood jacked

 Gold chain, took dat

 World of Ghetto fabolous Dopeboys and Hoodrats

 Becareful what you look at

 cause you lookin to long

 You might go blind in my briefs cause my dick is too long

 I'm gettin nutt while I'm singin this song

 and there is enough for everybody in da party 

 while ya'll hittin da bong

 But ya'll be hittin my schlong

 you play the flute quite nicely

 When teeth interrupt, you can watch as I get fiesty

 Oh no, you suckas didn't request back up

 Broads I seem to rack up

 When I pull da gold acta

 Get slapped up

 Drove up da wall

 Put it in Reverse

 you can hope for the best, but expect the worst

 You at a place like some D's on a Hurst

 Its quite funny

 Phat Rabbit, playboy bunny

 It seems as if thats what I need

 Filthy south and Ds

 Thats why I roll in from da Southside breeze

 Give it to me now

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Ludacris]

 Your pick time to get hood sick

 Hit'em wit a good lick

 Clean out yo house from da couch to da toothpick

 EastSide Ruthless

 WestSide leave 'em clueless

 my Northside mackers got dis broads actin foolish

 And do this for a living

 while you stuck up in yo cubicle

 Nightlife runnin dis streets, it sounds beautiful

 Women break a cuticle

 Ballas break bread

 Southside, I represent it till I'm dead

 What wha

 

 [Chorus x2]