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Ludacris

"U Got a Problem?"

[Intro]
Yeah, come see this n*gga
Come see this ol' light-skinned motherf*cker
I seen him and I'm addicted
Disturbing tha Peace is the click
Please tell these fake-ass n*ggas who you are

[Verse 1]
I be dat n*gga named Luda'
Alert, alert, it's the ATLlien intruder
College Park waterboy, spit in the c-cooler
I Jam 'til they Def, they call me Slick di*k Da Ruler
Women indeed, keep yo' eyes closed
'Bow blows, come on out dem clothes hoes
Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po
And I chose, to be dat numba one contender
Southern offender, f*ckin up ya whole agenda
When I walk you try to run, when I run you try to hide
You skate at the snap of my fingers call me Golden Glide
It's you and I, Do or Die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of Family Stones, cats think I'm Sly
Oh, why try? You one of dem n*ggas that like to cheat death
And I'm one of dem n*ggas
That rip out Excursions 'til there's no seats left
You sh*t out wheat chex, and fart out deep breaths
While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks

[Intelrude]
Who, that n*gga 'Cris?
Aw dat n*gga is aight
Dat n*gga can't f*ck wit me though!
Let me get on the mic
n*gga, who the f*ck are you n*gga?

[Verse 2]
I be dat n*gga Bronze Bridges
Playaz wanna ball but go on strike 'cause of my pitches
They think I want they b*tches
But I don't want no pigeons, yet pigeons can scrub my dishes
And y'all don't want no scrubs 'til y'all pull out y'all extensions
Y'all in school detention that'll neva come out
Man I'll cut yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo' mouth
'Cause we da sh*t in the South, they know what I'm talkin' 'bout
You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph
4-Ize twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not even Joshua can come to War wit dese Games
These b*tch n*ggas is lame and comin' down wit da reigns
You all wet behind the ears but it's a drought in ya brain
And that's the simple and plain mayne, three-W dot shhhh
(Man that dude Luder's got some hotter than hot shhh)
Well sh-sh-sh-shut the f*ck up
Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut the f*ck up

[Interlude]
Hold on man, hold on, lil buddy
Y'all talkin 'bout shorty, man?
Shorty up at da radio station?
Shorty be poppin', man?
Let the name be known who y'all talkin' 'bout

[Verse 3]
I be dat n*gga da Lova Lova
I'm nastier than thinkin' about yo' parents sex each other
No glove, no love, betta tell yo' di*k to run for cover
So when lightnin' strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers
If you know what I mean!
Not everybody's Mr. and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt like Freddy Krueger, sweet dreams
Girls "backin' dey ass up" now they 400 Degreez, ha
Hot girl, tryin' to give to n*ggas up on the block girl
Have you screamin', "Stop girl!"
I rock worlds with my nine inch Louisville slugga
Still wonder why they call me Lova Lova?
Self-explanitorium, ass-valedictorian
I bring 'em "Back to the Future" like a '85 Delorean
The Luda drug emporium, on the counter prescriptions
You like my diction and my doctor/nurse convention
I place the stethoscope quite close to yo tittie
And have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly

[Outro]
See me, see me ha ha ha
CEO, D.T.P
Infamous 2-0, Fate Forsta
4-ize-zy, Shondrez-zy on da beat
Playaz CircleTity Boi, College Park n*gga
Virgo n*gga, what wha?
Ahh ahh ahh....

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