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Ludacris

"Southern Hospitality"

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Cadillac grills, Cadillac mills
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
Matter of fact, candy-paint Cadillacs kill
So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills
20-inch wide, 20-inches high
Ho, don't you like my 20-inch ride?
20-inch thighs make 20-inch eyes
Hoping for American 20-inch pies
Pretty-ass clothes, pretty-ass toes
Oh, how I love these pretty-ass hoes
Pretty-ass, high-class, anything goes
Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty-ass bows
Long john drawers, long john stalls
Any stank puss make my long john pause
Women on their cell making long john calls
And if they like to juggle, get long john's balls

[Chorus: Ludacris & (Pharrell)]
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin'-ass n*ggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (n*gga throw dem bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes
When you get on the floor (n*gga throw dem 'bows)

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Dirty South mind blowing Dirty South bread
Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed
Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed
Dirty South gurrls give me Dirty South head
Hand-me-down flip-flops, hand-me-down socks
Hand-me-down drug dealers hand me down rocks
Hand me down a 50-pack Swisher Sweets box
And goodfella rich n*ggas hand me down stocks
Mouth full of platinum, mouth full of gold
40-Glock cal' keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth, you could find your mouth cold
And rip out your tongue cause of what your mouth told
Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D
And you can sweat from a burn in the 3rd degree
And if you sweat in your sleep, then you sweat from me

[Chorus: Ludacris & (Pharrell)]
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin'-ass n*ggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (n*gga throw dem bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes
When you get on the floor (n*gga throw dem 'bows)

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Hit by stars, hit by cars
Drunk off the liquor getting hit by bars
Keep your girl close cause she's a hit, by far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars
Afro picks, Afro-chicks
I let my "Soul Glow" from my Afro di*k
Rabbit out the hat, pulling Afro tricks
Afro-American, Afro thick
Overall country, overall jeans
Overall Georgia, we overall clean
"Southern Hospitality" or "overall mean"
Overall triple, overall beams
Thugged-out n*ggas wear thugged-out chains
Thugged-out blocks playing thugged-out games
All black, tinted up thugged-out RangeDTP stay doing thugged out thangs

[Chorus: Ludacris & (Pharrell)]
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin'-ass n*ggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (n*gga throw dem bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes
When you get on the floor (n*gga throw dem 'bows)
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin'-ass n*ggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (n*gga throw dem bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes
When you get on the floor (n*gga throw dem 'bows)

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