Ludacris - U Got A Problem? Lyrics
Yeah come see this niggaCome see this ol light-skinned motha*****aI seen him and Im addictedDisturbin tha peace is the clickPlease tell these fake ass niggas who you are[ludacris]I be dat nigga named ludaAlert alert its the atllien intruderCollege park waterboy, spittin in tha c-coolerI jam till they deaf, they call me slick dick da rulerWomen indeed, keep ya eyes closedbow blows, come out dem clothes hoeLow pros, low bows, watch out for the po-poAnd I chose, to be dat numba one contender, southern offender*****in up ya whole agendaWhen I walk you try to runWhen I run you try to hideYou skated the snap of my fingerCall me golden gleyIts you and i, do or die, who am i?I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think Im slyOh why try, you one of dem niggaz that like to cheat deathAnd Im one of dem niggaz that rip up excursionsTil there is no seats leftYou shit out wheat chex and fart out deep breathsWhile we toss darts at the bottom of yall v-necks-skitWho?Dat nigga cris?Oh dat nigga is aightDat nigga cant ***** wit me thouLet me get on da micNigga, who da ***** are you nigga[ludacris]I be dat nigga bronze bridgesPlayaz wanna ball or go on strike cause of my pitchesThey think I want they *****esBut I dont want no pigeonsYet pigeons can scrub my dishesAnd yall dont want no scrubs till yall pull out yall extensionsYall in school detention thatll neva come outMan Ill catch yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouthCause we da shit in the south, they know what Im talkin boutYou see we jack and we daniels, yall earl and ralph4-ize twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flamesNot even joshua can come to +war+ wit dis +games+These ***** niggaz is lame and come down wit da reignsYou all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya brainAnd dats tha simple and plain manThree w dot shhhh(man dat dude luders got some hotter than hot shhh)Well sh-sh-sh-shut da ***** upBefore you get cu-cu-cut-cut da ***** up-hold on manHold on lil buddyYall talkin bout shorty manShorty up at da radio station man?Shorty be poppin man?Man, let the name be knownWho yall talkin bout[ludacris]I be dat nigga dat lova lovaIm nastier than thinkin about yo parents sex each otherNo glove, no love, betta tell yo dick to run for coverSo when lightening strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbersIf you know what I meanNot everybody is mr and mrs. cleanSome get burnt like freddie kruger, sweat dreamsGirls backin dey ass up now they 400 degrees haHot girl, tryin to give to niggaz up on da block girlHave you screamin stop girlI rock worlds with my 9 inch louieville sluggaStill wonder why they call me lova lovaSelf explainatruimAss valedictorianI bring em back to da future like a 85 deloriumDa luda drug emporiumOn da counter prescriptionYou like my dictionAnd my doctor nurse conventionI put da stethoscope quite close to yo tittieHave yo butt checks red-man like uncle quilly[ludacris] *talkingSee me, see meHa ha haC e oD t pInfamous 2-0Fate forsta4-ize-zyShondrez-zy on da beatPlaya circle to ya boyIcollege park niggaVirgo nigga, what whaAhh ahh ahh....
