Ludacris Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Cry Baby Lyrics

Chorus

Ooooh noooo

I caught him with a blow to the chest

Ooooh noooo

My hollow put a hole in his vest

Ooooh noooo

Im bout to send two to his dome

Cry babies go hoooome

I got people scared as fuck like when condoms break

Or how your heart deals with eatin 80 pounds a steak

So put your belly on the plate and watch your weight

You frosted like a flake and Ludacris feels GRRRREAT!

who one come face me face come one who

and women give me face til they face turn blue

they can't breathe dick to mouth recisitation

a tight squeeze but it stops the lengthy conversations

I play stations, jump cops and lose agents

I'm doctor love, I close curtains and fuck patients

When I kick and rip and flip indespinsable rhymes

My black ass is so hungry, I'll take a bite outta crime

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if i choke

neighbors call the fire station off the blunt that I smoke

you see I crush cowards, funerals, I'll send flowers

and I'm on the overpass flick pennies in rush hour

you see im ambidextrious, i slap ass with both hands

delete your first ____ but i'll save the last dance

i just bought some new guns my momma said it aint worth it, 

but im at the shooting range just cause practice makes perfect

bulls-eye i stunt growth and stop lives

and you run with niggaz that's more chicken than pot pie *chicken noises*

im shaking your tail feathers, i got big balls, ima sack king

like chris webber

luda take ya back to duck hunt and double dribble

when niggaz sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickles

my cars got big tvs and satelittes

i got a wheel of fortune cause i flip o's like vanna white

and the survey says.. kill a motherfucker now, could it be off with his head?

or shoot of motherfucker now, ground round

ground chuck and ground beef

bullets gather round and shoot rounds around teeth??

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i kick niggaz in they ass, we boot em like laptops

and they wouldn't even box if I gave them a flat top

you punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble,

now they all lost for words like i beat em in scrabble

you see I'm from a small town called fresh off a cop's ass

where mister head potatoes a skin to get mashed

i smell puss from fifty yards

yall not playing with full decks as if i jacked out the jacks and left fifty cards

catch me in vegas, spinning the green

i'll ?re? up with more chips than a vending machine

then you can

catch me in rome macking some broads and stickin em

and you'll be at home picking yo boogers and flickin em

a drug dealers dream, im so fresh and im so clean

im a grown ass man and yall sweeter than sixteen

so go and kick rocks beyond, you're just rookies

headin downstairs to get you some milk and cookies

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