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[Intro - Chris
2010, that's right, we in the
Atlanta, Georgia, millions of albums
of monies rolled
I see why everybody hates Chris, you light bitch

Sing with me

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)

Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you !)

Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates

1 - Ludacris]
Okay now, this is for the G's, and this is for the
This is for the and the watch all clustered
Spread them like mustard, canary
Now in my face like hello
I'm sort of a big deal
These Giovanni are sort of a big wheel
This five course is sort of a big meal
This Bentley GT can make dissapear
Faster than David Copperfield
I'm five star tellis, and penthouse suites
Yeah, I'm just a between penthouse sheets
Hit the club and go and party with some freaks
Party than Britney, Lindsay, and Paris together
Get in line and buying bottles thats taller Chris Webber
And making haters sneeze from and sick leathers
Because my ice gives them cold like they as if they under the
But my women keep me warmer than a Polo

Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)

Yeah, I that's why everybody hates Chris

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you !)

Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates

2 - Ludacris]
Now I stay fresh to death draped in fits
Over twelve million sold I drop hits
in mansions and drive around in gangster whips
You swear I'm about to get into some shit
Oh no here trouble, my vision is skewed
I can see in doubles, two models two bottles
That'll pop like bubbles and I get home
The girls tops lift off like airspace
Sixty seconds blast off
My car got a face lift and its mask off
Tint so it look like I took the glass off
The body was white for weeks
i finally decided to take its cast off
Now its blacker a bottomless pit
You talk shit you'll end up with less lip
I hit a nigga so hard, I'll make him swallow his
Then I be wit Bobby V. on that anonymous

[Verse 3 -
I go for like TLC
The nigga on the mic
Yeah, I thats me
Now all the ladies want to a little TLC
Because Luda was set for after three LP's
Yep
Still counting, still the charts
And rappers still talking shit like was rhyming in farts
I cross the line twice
They still to start
But my infrared beam will make shine in the dark