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

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

Yeah, I guess 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 hates Chris

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 to death draped in gangster 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 only see in doubles, two models two
That'll pop bubbles and when 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 was white for eight weeks
Before i finally to take its cast off
Now its blacker a bottomless pit
You talk shit you'll end up bottom less lip
I hit a nigga so hard, make him swallow his spit
Then I be wit V. on that anonymous shit

[Verse 3 -
I go for broke TLC
The nigga on the mic
Yeah, I believe me
Now all the want to give a little TLC
Because Luda was set for life after three
Yep
Still counting, still climbing the
And rappers still talking shit like they was in farts
I cross the finish twice
still trying to start
But my beam will make them shine in the dark