Ludacris - 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 babyFeelin 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 allYou know what I'm talkin 'bout right? Look[Verse 1]I'm never goin nowhere so don't try meMy music sticks in fans veins like an IVFlows poison like Ivy, oh they grimyAlready offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign meRespected highly, HIIII MR. O'REILLYHope all is well, kiss the plantiff and the wifeyDrove through the window, the industry super sized meNow the girls see me and a river's what they cry meI'm on the rise, so many people despise meGot party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!)It's a celebration and everyone should invite meRoll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!)Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe meMy whole aura's so MEAN in my white teeNobody light-skinded reppin harder since Ice-TYou 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 NevadaReady to break the steerin column on yo' ImpalaIf I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em hollaIn court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zhaFather, father, and hey I love goldBut can buy anything I want from the records I've soldJacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so coldNeighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolledA pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancakeDrop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sakeI crush mics until my hand breaksThen shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straightThe Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randyI'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collarCause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars[Chorus][Verse 3]Causin lyrical disasters, it's the masterMake music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat BastardsThese women tryin yo get me out my Pelle PelleThey strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!"Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin like Flo-JoSent back in time and I've never lost my mojoLadies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girlsLudacris sent down to take over the whole world![Chorus]
