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LUDACRIS lyrics : "Everybody Hates Chris"

(feat. Chris Rock)



Sing along with me,

Say $#&@ you Luda [x3]


Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris


Say $#&@ you Luda [x3]

Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris


Ok now, this is for the Gs and this is for the hustlers
This is for the diamonds and the watch all clustered

Spread em like mustard, canary yellow
Now women in my face like hello
Yea I'm sort of a big deal

These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel
This five course dinner is sort of a big meal
This Bentley GT can make Luda dissapear

Faster than David Copperfield motha$#&@a

I'm talkin five star tellis, and penthouse suites

Yea I'm just a playboy between penthouse sheets
Hit the club and go and party with some penthouse freaks
Party with Britney, Lindsay and Paris together


Get in line and buyin' bottles that's taller than Chris Webber
And makin haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers

Cause my ice gives em cold like they as if they under the weather
But my women keep me warmer than a polo sweater


[Chorus:]
Now I stay fresh to death draped in gangsta fits
Over 12 million sold I drop gangsta hits

Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips
You swear I'm bout to get into some gangsta %#@!


Oh no here comes trouble, my vision is skewed
I can only see in doubles, two models two bottles
That'll pop like bubbles and when I get home

The girls tops lift off like airspace shuttles

60 seconds till blast off

My car got a face lift and took it's mask off
Tint so dark it look like I took the glass off
The body was white for 8 weeks

Before I finally decided to take it's cast off
Now it's blacker than a bottom less pit
You talk %#@! you'll end up with bottom less lip

I hit a ^!$$% so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit
Then I be with Bobby V on that anonymous %#@!


[Chorus]

I go for broke like TLC

The hottest ^!$$% on the mic
Yea I believe that's me
Now all the ladies wanna give a lil TLC

Cause Luda was set for life after 3 LPs

Yep


Still countin still climbin the charts
And rappers still talkin %#@!

Like they was rhymin in farts
I cross the finish line twice
They still tryin to start

But my infrared beam will make em shine in the dark

[Chorus]

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