Ludacris Lyrics

Album: Red Light District

Intro Lyrics

Yeh, ohh!

 Check me out, look

 

 It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain

 Fo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the game (what up?)

 And last album, they don't like me to tell this

 Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!)

 That's what they tellin me, switch up your melody

 Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies

 So they can lock us up one at a time

 But true writers stay FREE in e'ry one of our lines

 And if you not feelin I'm the cream of the crop

 I'll KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top!

 Still you lookin at a man that's financially stable

 Only nigga gettin checks cut from four different labels

 That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts

 Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as FUCK

 So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody

 It's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty

 Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for meals

 And HEADS UP! Ludacris is almost out of his deal

 I'm over ten million sold, every album is CRACK

 And for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my BACK

 Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom

 Though I make big money, still handle small problems

 The ramblin at the mouth, I don't PLAY THAT SHIT

 I'm the best and I ain't really got SAY THAT SHIT!