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[Lady
Uhh,
Lady
Def Jam
Shutting the game down the whip
To the
You in da
Yo
this

What ya'll do when we rush the door
Buy out the bar then the floor (niggas)
Touch ya whore, I the raw
Push a 4, gonna crush ya jaw
Don't trust a broad who the Timberlands
Criminal like Eminem act feminine
But slick and six hit your women friends
Ball like Wimbledon trucks cinnamon
them again (who)
Niggas then you
like cop car lights with my rocks in view
Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Wallace
Chick about them dollars, be a like Hollis
Rockwilders, pop collars, hollers
At Any nigga out to ours
we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots
One spot, gunshots, get the dem hot

(Chorus) x2
[A Kid Called (Lady Luck)
All my niggas and broads we the door (c'mon)
your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon)
We keep it hot from to wall (c'mon)
From the front to the rear get it crunk in (yo, yo, yo, yeah)

Luck]
I came in the door, said it
Luck getting till I fall to the floor
Come back for more, rock to wall
Ball I score, then out by the morn
How I dip and that whip I drive
On I-95 getting hed in the
Me and Root Gin and The Juice
Jewelry to loose, jeans over my boots
You think that you bullet proof
Till I put to your head it a sunroof
God, my whole squad hard
And bank accounts is
Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and John
shake yo ass like you want some cash
Nigga it fast like you want some ass
We don't flash, we
Whip crash, we
Got the on smash, with my sexy ass

(Chorus) x2

(Bridge)
[A Kid Called (Lady Luck)
them boys they riot here (ya ya ya yeah)
We came to fight in (ya ya ya yeah)
off those lights in here (ya ya ya yeah)
We snatch ice in here

[Lady
I said me and my
off Excedrin
Luck spit better than half you
In a hundred whether she got leather skin
Never deal problems if the cheddar ain't in
Let us begin on how y'all never again win
and gin will have my fist rocking ya chin
Smoke till like Lil Kim - slim
skin, fight men, life very exciting
Move like lighting, can't do the wife
Keep an ice ring, lips very
Look this is my thing, the fat chick sing
I sex tracks Viagra and ginseng
Love to bling bling, glocks go Bing Bing
go BLOW BLOW, hater how you like me now
The flow, the style, the dough, pow
For Def Jam, Kev Liles, now critical

(Chorus) x2

Luck]
Bounce, c'mon, Def Jam (yeah)
(Ya ya yeah) Luck, Roots, Roots (yeah)
'cause-on, 'cause-on, on, party on
Uh ya ya (x3)