Ludacris Lyrics

Album: Red Light District

Number One Spot Lyrics

[Ludacris - imitating Austin Powers]

 Yeahhhh baby, heh heh, yeahh!

 

 [Ludacris]

 Back again (that's right) Luda! Ha ha ha ha (Feel this)

 It gets meaner and meaner each time baby

 Feelin real good too (holla at 'em man) What up Uncle 'Face! (Yeah)

 I'm a bull in this industry man (tell 'em)

 Some would rather run down and get one cow (nah)

 I think I'd rather walk down and get 'em all

 You know what I'm talkin 'bout right? Look

 

 [Verse 1]

 I'm never goin nowhere so don't try me

 My music sticks in fans veins like an IV

 Flows poison like Ivy, oh they grimy

 Already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign me

 Respected highly, HIIII MR. O'REILLY

 Hope all is well, kiss the plantiff and the wifey

 Drove through the window, the industry super sized me

 Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me

 I'm on the rise, so many people despise me

 Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!)

 It's a celebration and everyone should invite me

 Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!)

 Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me

 My whole aura's so MEAN in my white tee

 Nobody light-skinded reppin harder since Ice-T

 You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me!

 

 [Chorus]

 Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)

 I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)

 Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)

 But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)

 Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)

 I'm comin for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)

 Keep it goin it won't stop! (What you doin man?)

 I'm comin for that number one spot!

 

 [Verse 2]

 Yes indeed, Ludacris I'm hotter than Nevada

 Ready to break the steerin column on yo' Impala

 If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla

 In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha

 Father, father, and hey I love gold

 But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold

 Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold

 Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled

 A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake

 Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake

 I crush mics until my hand breaks

 Then shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straight

 The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy

 I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+

 Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar

 Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 3]

 Causin lyrical disasters, it's the master

 Make music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat Bastards

 These women tryin yo get me out my Pelle Pelle

 They strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!"

 Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin like Flo-Jo

 Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo

 Ladies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girls

 Ludacris sent down to take over the whole world!

 

 [Chorus]