Ludacris - Pass Out Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]If you a lame mother*****er, get yo' ass out!I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out!So if you with me and you tipsy throw your fist up!If you got diamonds and they shinin throw your wrist up![Ludacris]Hey heyIt's Luda Luda get it right I'm Mr. Money MachineAnd I'm steady lookin for two women I can come in betweenYou can catch me chillin up in the cut but I'm always ready for ac-tionI'm stunt, like Jackie Chan and lay low, like {?} Jack-sonMa-xin and rela-xin, haters, do they really wanna test me mannnnI got an arsenal waitin, do they really wanna catch me mannnnNo, I, don't, think, soI've, got killers on the pay-roll if there's a, problem then say-soI, make dough until there's none leftI run with plenty gangs that's holdin thangsand rearrange your frame in one breathSo to keep on breathin I suggest you take this beatin'Tis the season for bleedin and we've been lookin for a reason[Chorus][Ludacris]Hey heyCome holla at me, I'm a star, I got the hood on smashYou know me! My whole car smell like a woodshop classI point 'em out like her, her, that girl with the mouthplus you and your friendsLet me show you some whips that don't come out 'til the year of 2010So I'm flockin 'em in, 'til the droptop is rockin againBoy I got it locked, if you think not, then you'll get popped in the chinAnd I'm clockin these ends, my record sales are blockin 'em inGotta thank those blessed to walk the streets to those that's locked in the penMy entourage is game faces, mean muggin, mean mugginNow the media is convinced that we thuggin, we thugginMomma told me grow up to be somethin, be somethinI went diamond with this album so we buckin, we buckin[Chorus][Ludacris]I'm so far ahead it's only RIGHT for you to hate on me mayneWhen I'm pushin 90 by myself up in the H.O.B. laneThey tryin to figure how many mo' women that I can take on my planeBein one of the few rappers responsible for changin the gameNow desperate artists tryin to sue but they just makin some claimsCan't get in the spotlight for NOTHIN and it just makes 'em insaneThat's why some of the niggaz resort right back to bakin that 'caineAnd sellin it off to junky monkeys who keep bakin they brainAs they grow older they'll be feelin a lot of achin and painSo right at the head they might as well just be aimin that thangAnd you ain't helpin the process out by always cakin these damesBut it is hard givin up the place where they be shakin they thangs[Chorus]
