[Ludacris - imitating Austin Powers]
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Yeahhhh baby, heh heh, yeahh!
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[Ludacris]
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Back again (that's right) Luda! Ha ha ha ha (Feel this)
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It gets meaner and meaner each time baby
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Feelin real good too (holla at 'em man) What up Uncle 'Face! (Yeah)
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I'm a bull in this industry man (tell 'em)
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Some would rather run down and get one cow (nah)
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I think I'd rather walk down and get 'em all
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You know what I'm talkin 'bout right? Look
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[Verse 1]
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I'm never goin nowhere so don't try me
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My music sticks in fans veins like an IV
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Flows poison like Ivy, oh they grimy
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Already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign me
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Respected highly, HIIII MR. O'REILLY
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Hope all is well, kiss the plantiff and the wifey
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Drove through the window, the industry super sized me
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Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me
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I'm on the rise, so many people despise me
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Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!)
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It's a celebration and everyone should invite me
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Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!)
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Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me
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My whole aura's so MEAN in my white tee
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Nobody light-skinded reppin harder since Ice-T
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You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me!
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[Chorus]
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Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)
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I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)
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Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)
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But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)
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Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)
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I'm comin for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)
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Keep it goin it won't stop! (What you doin man?)
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I'm comin for that number one spot!
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[Verse 2]
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Yes indeed, Ludacris I'm hotter than Nevada
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Ready to break the steerin column on yo' Impala
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If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla
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In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha
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Father, father, and hey I love gold
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But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold
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Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold
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Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled
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A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake
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Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake
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I crush mics until my hand breaks
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Then shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straight
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The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy
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I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+
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Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar
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Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Causin lyrical disasters, it's the master
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Make music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat Bastards
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These women tryin to get me out my Pelle Pelle
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They strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!"
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Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin like Flo-Jo
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Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo
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Ladies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girls
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Ludacris sent down to take over the whole world!
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[Chorus]
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Number One Spot
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Ludacris |