[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]
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If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out!
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I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out!
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So if you with me and you tipsy throw your fist up!
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If you got diamonds and they shinin throw your wrist up!
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[Ludacris]
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Hey hey
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It's Luda Luda get it right I'm Mr. Money Machine
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And I'm steady lookin for two women I can come in between
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You can catch me chillin up in the cut but I'm always ready for ac-tion
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I'm stunt, like Jackie Chan and lay low, like {?} Jack-son
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Ma-xin and rela-xin, haters, do they really wanna test me mannnn
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I got an arsenal waitin, do they really wanna catch me mannnn
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No, I, don't, think, so
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I've, got killers on the pay-roll if there's a, problem then say-so
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I, make dough until there's none left
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I run with plenty gangs that's holdin thangs
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and rearrange your frame in one breath
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So to keep on breathin I suggest you take this beatin
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'Tis the season for bleedin and we've been lookin for a reason
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[Chorus]
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[Ludacris]
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Hey hey
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Come holla at me, I'm a star, I got the hood on smash
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You know me! My whole car smell like a woodshop class
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I point 'em out like her, her, that girl with the mouth
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plus you and your friends
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Let me show you some whips that don't come out 'til the year of 2010
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So I'm flockin 'em in, 'til the droptop is rockin again
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Boy I got it locked, if you think not, then you'll get popped in the chin
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And I'm clockin these ends, my record sales are blockin 'em in
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Gotta thank those blessed to walk the streets to those that's locked in the pen
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My entourage is game faces, mean muggin, mean muggin
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Now the media is convinced that we thuggin, we thuggin
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Momma told me grow up to be somethin, be somethin
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I went diamond with this album so we buckin, we buckin
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[Chorus]
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[Ludacris]
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I'm so far ahead it's only RIGHT for you to hate on me mayne
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When I'm pushin 90 by myself up in the H.O.V. lane
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They tryin to figure how many mo' women that I can take on my plane
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Bein one of the few rappers responsible for changin the game
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Now desperate artists tryin to sue but they just makin some claims
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Can't get in the spotlight for NOTHIN and it just makes 'em insane
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That's why some of the niggaz resort right back to bakin that 'caine
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And sellin it off to junky monkeys who keep bakin they brain
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As they grow older they'll be feelin a lot of achin and pain
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So right at the head they might as well just be aimin that thang
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And you ain't helpin the process out by always cakin these dames
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But it is hard givin up the place where they be shakin they thangs
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[Chorus]
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Pass Out
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Ludacris |