I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit Warm thoughts the hot-headed and cold-hearted Your whole paycheck, you it and then fart it And y'all think I'm stop? Blow it out ya ass! In one year I got rich, now life's moving so But being broke no food is just a thing of the past Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women ass And y'all praying I flop? Blow it out ya ass! In New York I buy clothing, in I get green In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip All these wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens Try 80, want a discount? it out ya ass! See in just six I infiltrated the system If you find better, then I'm sorry I missed 'em Niggas hate giving me cause I might use it against them C'mon, get Ludacris out! it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, then me gone If you mad I'm on the road, wish me home And if you mad that I'm right, punk me wrong But after your three wishes, it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me And if you mad that I'm right, punk me wrong But after your wishes, blow it out ya ass!
It's time to up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger I eat dinner with Jews but talk to strangers I'm just a few albums from filling disc changer If you ever of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass! I'm a by nature but criminal by law Any charges set against me, chunk it up and tall year I'm looking into buying Greenbriar Mall You probably own a lot of property! it out ya ass! C'mon and a look, he's got gigantic balls Plus his money flowing like Niagara Falls We all know Jesus saves and withdraws I'm 'bout to go on vacation, it out ya ass! Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a You mad cause I'm a thief and got a way with I'ma start my own beverage, it'll calm nerves Pepsi's the New Generation, it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me And if you mad I'm right, punk wish me wrong But your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then me home And if you mad that I'm right, punk me wrong But after three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
My black people me love when I'm up on the block And Latinos waiting for my CD's to drop people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you fucking rock!" Yo' are my fans, right? Blow it out ya ass! So find my in the stores and look for the white steam Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might It's hard, albums are softer than ice cream Yo' scans are my scans, Blow it out ya ass! Now Luda's up A's, and I'm lighting up L's Around the globe getting paid, you home biting yo' DTP, the only that practice fighting ourselves We probably getting on your nerves, Blow it out ya ass! I eating and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger I get in the winter, stay high in the summer Watch out, my putting up McDonald's numbers You over 6 million served, Blow it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me And if you mad I'm right, punk wish me wrong But after your three wishes, it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, wish me home And if you mad I'm right, punk wish me wrong But after your wishes, blow it out ya ass!