I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap started thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted Your paycheck, you burp it and then fart it And y'all think I'm gon' Blow it out ya ass! In one year I got rich, now moving so fast But being broke with no food is a thing of the past Plus I'm the new phenomenon like women with ass And y'all praying that I flop? 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, a discount? Blow it out ya ass! See in six months I infiltrated the system If you somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed 'em Niggas giving me props 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, then me home And if you mad that I'm right, 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, wish me home And if you mad that I'm right, wish me wrong But your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
It's time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone I eat dinner Jews but don't talk to strangers I'm just a few albums from filling your disc If you ever think of stopping me, it out ya ass! I'm a hustler by but criminal by law Any charges set against me, it up and stand tall Next I'm looking into buying Greenbriar Mall You probably own a lot of property! it out ya ass! C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic Plus his money keeps flowing Niagara Falls We all Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws I'm to go on vacation, blow it out ya ass! Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma you a curve You mad cause I'm a and got a way with words I'ma start my own beverage, it'll your nerves the New Generation, blow it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, then me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me 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, wish me home And if you mad I'm right, punk wish me wrong But after your wishes, blow it out ya ass!
My black people show me love I'm up on the block And always waiting for my CD's to drop White people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you rock!" Yo' fans are my fans, Blow it out ya ass! So find my in the stores and look for the white steam Rip it open, it and yo' momma might scream It's hard, other albums are softer ice cream Yo' scans are my scans, right? it out ya ass! Now throwing up A's, and I'm lighting up L's Around the globe paid, you home biting yo' nails DTP, the label that practice fighting ourselves We getting on your nerves, huh? Blow it out ya ass! I eating and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger I get drunk in the winter, stay in the summer out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers You over 6 million served, huh? 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 three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, then 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!