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

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 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

1 - Ludacris]
Okay now, this is for the G's, and is for the hustlers
is for the diamonds and the watch all clustered
Spread like mustard, canary yellow
Now women in my like hello
Yeah I'm sort of a big
These rims are sort of a big wheel
This five course dinner is sort of a big
This GT can make Luda dissapear
Faster than David motherfucker
I'm talking five star tellis, and suites
Yeah, I'm just a playboy penthouse sheets
Hit the club and go and with some penthouse freaks
Party harder than Britney, Lindsay, and Paris
Get in line and buying bottles taller than Chris Webber
And making sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers
Because my ice gives them cold like they as if under the weather
But my women keep me than a Polo sweater

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 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 that's why everybody hates Chris

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

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