Mic check, 1 2
I'm just going to get right to it
Luda!
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me when it come to getting lyrical
Murdering the rapper and killing beats nigga!
I'm cinematic making everybody panic
I be bustin' like a fully automatic feel the heat nigga!
We can battle in the Phantom in Atlanta the rover
In Minnesota or the Arizona streets nigga
They sayin' all these offensive lines I snapback it's the quarterback sneak nigga!
One time for the sneak dissers Ol' puss ass f*ckboys say my name!
Anybody coming at me know I never back down killing a rapper is my claim to fame!
You lame
And my flow is what expose in these hoes even on a nigga worst day
They say Luda don't want it no mo'
No nigga I'm as hungry as the first day
What you want how you want it you can get
I'm the definition of a real g from the south side
The crime scene be the studio get the yellow tape
And the chalk and I'm leaving everybody outline
I'm all about mine
Getting paid getting laid getting clothes getting hoes getting green back
Used be like everybody is a lil kid now Big Boy, outcast like three stacks
Laying all it in the Cadillac with a red bone
Giving me dome my music on with the seats back
Ludacris this is album number 8 and my pockets gonna be straight
Even if a nigga leak that
Timmy all up on the David Banner track with Janet Jack
In the back like "Damn Luda freak that!"
Break it down like you dropping to the ground
But we like the 808 in Atlanta so bring the beat back
Sample had to eat that
Couldn't control all of the leader
But put any other rapper on the track and
I guarantee they'll never know how to treat that
I'm a boss I'm a king I'm a legend Imma drill it in your head till you dose off
And I just so happen to be the type of rapper
That make your women want to take her clothes off
So let's get to the action
Let's get to the show
I'm been getting to the Forbes list six year straight let's get to the do'
Shout out to the Luda Nation
All my fans just got live
And they waitin' for everybody to put me in the rapper category of ya top five
Let me get it back
Ever since I
Came in the game it ain't never been the same
Can't nobody do it like me
Is it ever gonna be another Luda you know that'll never happen that's highly unlikely
Knowing that I'm better than everybody you put me up against I'm in the hall of fame
So f*ck call to call we can go bar for bar
I'll put your name up on the wall of shame
And everyday is the same thing
Looking for another way for me to make paper
I think it's time for every single rapper to go to church
Whoever is my opponent you better pray first
They like "Luda why you rapping so fast?"
I'm like "Bitch why you listen too slow?"
I'm the truth in the booth and they can't keep up
Hardly cause I always hit em with a new flow
And the two door with the coup low with the Hublot
Off the window with the two low
Blades from the top like judo listening to Bruno on the way to school though
Getting kudos from a few hoes and they from the choose though
Cuz I'm numero uno and the crew know it's a couple loop holes
When it come to fluke hoes cuz some of they pussy bite like Kujo
But back to the you know who
I can't stop till you tell me I'm the greatest
If you need a reminder then put the whole song on repeat and continue to play this
Better turn your stereo louder
Listen up and let me preach
And let's get arrested for disturbing the peace
Ludacris - Ludaversal Album Lyrics
Ludacris - Ludaversal Lyrics
Writer: Christopher Bridges, Lavell Crump
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Grass Is Always Greener
Yeah
Did some movies and started missing this rap shit
Back to rap and starting missing them movies
Left these hoes to settle down with just one chick
Get with one chick started missing them groupies
Stop drinking for a year and I was all sober
Next year I got drunk and did it all over
Yesterday I quit smoking and swore I had enough
Till I smelt it in the club and had to take a puff
I got rich and learned life was a bitch
Now everybody's after all of my ends
(Get yo hand out my pocket!)
When I was broke all love from my folks
But nowadays I'm losing all of my friends let the story begin
[Hook x2:]
The grass is always greener on the other side
Always searching for another high
The grass is always greener on the other side
Caterpillar to a butterfly
Bye bye butterfly
Fly away
Bye bye butterfly
Fly away
Yeah
Start exercising and winning got me a six pack
Was eating healthy and did away with the junk
Then I got lazy and started to wanna kick back
My six pack reverted back to a gut
When I'm at the crib I'm mad I'm not at the club lit
When I'm at the club I'm mad I'm not at the crib
I used to be out partying every damn night
Now sometimes I'd rather be with my kids
I got checks gained a lot of respect now everywhere I go they holla my name (Luda!)
But sometimes wish that I was disguised for peace of mind over fortune and fame
Guess what I'm really saying
[Hook]
Yeah
Last year got the Ferrari that I always wanted
Drove it crazy got sick of it had to trade (Give me my Ac'!)
All my fans convinced me to grow my hair back
Grew it back then started missing my fade
I got hits start trippin' I wasn't underground
Got underground start trippin' I need hits (We outta here!)
When you down and people give you the runaround
But feels great to know who really gives a shit
You cut the grass and the snakes will show
And know your neighbor's fertilizer is fake (Don't let it fool ya!)
We always searching what we never had
Always ignoring what's in front of our face
We've been conditioned to think
[Hook]
Did some movies and started missing this rap shit
Back to rap and starting missing them movies
Left these hoes to settle down with just one chick
Get with one chick started missing them groupies
Stop drinking for a year and I was all sober
Next year I got drunk and did it all over
Yesterday I quit smoking and swore I had enough
Till I smelt it in the club and had to take a puff
I got rich and learned life was a bitch
Now everybody's after all of my ends
(Get yo hand out my pocket!)
When I was broke all love from my folks
But nowadays I'm losing all of my friends let the story begin
[Hook x2:]
The grass is always greener on the other side
Always searching for another high
The grass is always greener on the other side
Caterpillar to a butterfly
Bye bye butterfly
Fly away
Bye bye butterfly
Fly away
Yeah
Start exercising and winning got me a six pack
Was eating healthy and did away with the junk
Then I got lazy and started to wanna kick back
My six pack reverted back to a gut
When I'm at the crib I'm mad I'm not at the club lit
When I'm at the club I'm mad I'm not at the crib
I used to be out partying every damn night
Now sometimes I'd rather be with my kids
I got checks gained a lot of respect now everywhere I go they holla my name (Luda!)
But sometimes wish that I was disguised for peace of mind over fortune and fame
Guess what I'm really saying
[Hook]
Yeah
Last year got the Ferrari that I always wanted
Drove it crazy got sick of it had to trade (Give me my Ac'!)
All my fans convinced me to grow my hair back
Grew it back then started missing my fade
I got hits start trippin' I wasn't underground
Got underground start trippin' I need hits (We outta here!)
When you down and people give you the runaround
But feels great to know who really gives a shit
You cut the grass and the snakes will show
And know your neighbor's fertilizer is fake (Don't let it fool ya!)
We always searching what we never had
Always ignoring what's in front of our face
We've been conditioned to think
[Hook]
Writer: Christopher Brian Bridges
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Call Ya Bluff
Yeah
Anything you wanna do I'm ready to do it, my nigga, just say so
Don't say it on the record with your chest, leave the booth and then go lay low
Hiding behind your security detail, actin' like a female
I done sold over 20 million records I could really give a f*ck about retail
Now back to basics
Back to Adidas with the fat laces
Back to the Ac' where I'm riding to the track in the track, get it straight nigga, no chases
Age ain't nothing but a number, Luda rapping like he just turned 24
Any rapper wanna forget who I am every now and then I see I gotta let em know
Yo must I remind you
You rap like something behind you
Got paid, but your heart pump Kool Aid
Cover Girl make up should have signed you
But it's never too late
15 years, nigga, never too great
4 years off getting Hollywood checks, but you niggas want beef and you looking like steak
I see that liquor got you loose
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
I'll make you niggas lose a tooth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
F*ck y'all niggas, I'm the truth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Now I'm like, f*ck calling a truce
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Hol' up
Never f*ck with a nigga who got some kids
Cause when you talk about me, then you talk about them
Then I gotta come where you live
You takin' food out they mouth, now I gotta put a fist in yours
I don't play about my hustle
A nigga got all these acres
All my neighbors think I'm flipping them birds
Naw, but I be flipping these words
Anything you hear me saying I could back up
And you talk so tough on the mic
But whenever you in sight, nigga, something don't add up
Put your money where your mouth is
Wait, put a gat where your blouse is
You think it's funny cus it's sunny where your house is
Bitch, I'll put my muddy ass boots where your couch is (F*ck yo couch)
I live this shit, you know you do this just for show, nigga
You act as if Ludacris just came and took your ho, nigga
You's a ho, nigga, yeah I said it twice
Let this be warning number two, motherf*cker go and roll the dice
I see that liquor got you loose
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
I'll make you niggas lose a tooth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
F*ck y'all niggas, I'm the truth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Now I'm like, f*ck calling a truce
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Anything you wanna do I'm ready to do it, my nigga, just say so
Don't say it on the record with your chest, leave the booth and then go lay low
Hiding behind your security detail, actin' like a female
I done sold over 20 million records I could really give a f*ck about retail
Now back to basics
Back to Adidas with the fat laces
Back to the Ac' where I'm riding to the track in the track, get it straight nigga, no chases
Age ain't nothing but a number, Luda rapping like he just turned 24
Any rapper wanna forget who I am every now and then I see I gotta let em know
Yo must I remind you
You rap like something behind you
Got paid, but your heart pump Kool Aid
Cover Girl make up should have signed you
But it's never too late
15 years, nigga, never too great
4 years off getting Hollywood checks, but you niggas want beef and you looking like steak
I see that liquor got you loose
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
I'll make you niggas lose a tooth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
F*ck y'all niggas, I'm the truth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Now I'm like, f*ck calling a truce
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Hol' up
Never f*ck with a nigga who got some kids
Cause when you talk about me, then you talk about them
Then I gotta come where you live
You takin' food out they mouth, now I gotta put a fist in yours
I don't play about my hustle
A nigga got all these acres
All my neighbors think I'm flipping them birds
Naw, but I be flipping these words
Anything you hear me saying I could back up
And you talk so tough on the mic
But whenever you in sight, nigga, something don't add up
Put your money where your mouth is
Wait, put a gat where your blouse is
You think it's funny cus it's sunny where your house is
Bitch, I'll put my muddy ass boots where your couch is (F*ck yo couch)
I live this shit, you know you do this just for show, nigga
You act as if Ludacris just came and took your ho, nigga
You's a ho, nigga, yeah I said it twice
Let this be warning number two, motherf*cker go and roll the dice
I see that liquor got you loose
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
I'll make you niggas lose a tooth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
F*ck y'all niggas, I'm the truth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Now I'm like, f*ck calling a truce
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Writer: CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, JOSHUA SCRUGGS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrical Healing
Ey man, if you got a problem with somebody
Whatever happened to approaching them?
Looking at em eye to eye
Too much tweefin' going on in this world
Thumb thuggin' is at an all-time high
They startin' to take this shit a lil too far Jack
Rappers all in they feelings
Well here goes a little lyrical healing
And hip hop is, uh
Too many rappers gettin' sensitive
Ya'll should start a pussy ass nigga initiative
Cuz even when I'm not mic'd up
I'll f*ck your life up
Come to your show when ya crowdsurfin' and hold a knife up
I tell your momma you ain't shit
I hope you skydive and all land in an alligator pit
Your album ain't shit, you couldn't sell it at an auction
Your five minutes is up, like Antoine Dodson
Meanwhile that Mary Jane got me wiser
And Mr. Jack Daniels is my spiritual advisor
Now everybody said I'm strapped and I'm too scary
And keep a hand under the pillow like the tooth fairy
Your favorite rapper say I'm sick and they ain't no antidote
They kidnapping my flows they ain't even leave a ransom note
Your shit is faker than the knockoff man
I'll make you niggas quit rappin' start a hot dog stand
Whatever happened to approaching them?
Looking at em eye to eye
Too much tweefin' going on in this world
Thumb thuggin' is at an all-time high
They startin' to take this shit a lil too far Jack
Rappers all in they feelings
Well here goes a little lyrical healing
And hip hop is, uh
Too many rappers gettin' sensitive
Ya'll should start a pussy ass nigga initiative
Cuz even when I'm not mic'd up
I'll f*ck your life up
Come to your show when ya crowdsurfin' and hold a knife up
I tell your momma you ain't shit
I hope you skydive and all land in an alligator pit
Your album ain't shit, you couldn't sell it at an auction
Your five minutes is up, like Antoine Dodson
Meanwhile that Mary Jane got me wiser
And Mr. Jack Daniels is my spiritual advisor
Now everybody said I'm strapped and I'm too scary
And keep a hand under the pillow like the tooth fairy
Your favorite rapper say I'm sick and they ain't no antidote
They kidnapping my flows they ain't even leave a ransom note
Your shit is faker than the knockoff man
I'll make you niggas quit rappin' start a hot dog stand
Writer: ADAM KING FEENEY, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, MANEESH BIDAYE, RAMON IBANGA JR.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Beast Mode
Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get 'em)
Listen close, nigga, yeah
Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it
Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic
My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit
Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch
Since I was born to touch the mic
The first time it's been a problem
Your life was a mistake
Your pops should've wore a condom
You niggas think you hard
I think you better come harder (Go hard)
I leave rappers confused like will.i.am barber
Ah, f*ckin' with Luda's not a great look
A verse'll make your fans unfriend you on Facebook
Click, my styles are goin' into labor
So if stars won a war, I made daddy like Darth Vader
And since I'm always high, it's kind of hard to overlook me
For over a hundred stacks, it's kind of hard to overbook me
And a whole 'nother house for my cars is on my checklist
Cause to fit 'em in one garage is like a nigga playin' Tetris
But they say patience is a virtue
Cause I got your bitch stayin' out way past her curfew
Guess I was a thief that got away with these words
Slangin' chickens out my whip like I been playin' Angry Birds
In a black Rolls Royce, Dark Knight like Batman
Everywhere you turn, the Ghost follows like Pac-Man
And I sleep with the John Dillinger
And always keep an eye half-open like Forest Whitaker
No, you boys ain't ready for combat
Be more worried if I renew my Def Jam contract
What path is he on? Opponents, I laugh and be gone
They handin' in the towels like they work in Bed, Bath & Beyond
But in the midst of all the melee
Y'all niggas just bitches with dicks like Sheneneh
Your rap styles are phony, your lines are just dead
And I be on them lines like a nigga just played
Guess I'm tryin' to say I'm advanced, you intermediate
You wouldn't know the real me if your bitch Wikipedia'd it
Just know that I never tried to be hard
Probably cause Mr. Glock 40's my security guard
You'll get chopped like judo
Gangs in my hood make you reverse
And change your color like the block's playin' Uno
And, yes, some of my friends is still sellin' them drugs
But I just say they Weight Watchers like Jennifer Hud
They show me love
That's why I'll always stay reppin' until the death of me
Rappers talk shit, but ain't nobody ever stepped to me
I hereby command all my fans' to inject it
Overdose on Red Bull in your veins if you ever slept on me
Yeah, my mind is sharper than a guillotine
All the nines extended from the knuckles of Wolverine
Not a X-Man, but, man, I got that X
I'm on my hardest, switch labels, but I still get a cheque
The more albums they sell, the more we all win
And I can be seen in thirty rocks like Alec Baldwin
Or watchin' CBS in a Cadillac DTS
I plan to reach the world, man, your plan is MetroPCS
I changed my music up cause I was gettin' bored
You may not like the way I shoot, but my points go on the board
My name still engrained and these books will be the outcome
And this one verse is harder than a lot of niggas' albums
Peace, f*ck out of here, rewind that shit
Ha-ha-ha, Luda, ain't shit changed
Listen close, nigga, yeah
Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it
Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic
My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit
Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch
Since I was born to touch the mic
The first time it's been a problem
Your life was a mistake
Your pops should've wore a condom
You niggas think you hard
I think you better come harder (Go hard)
I leave rappers confused like will.i.am barber
Ah, f*ckin' with Luda's not a great look
A verse'll make your fans unfriend you on Facebook
Click, my styles are goin' into labor
So if stars won a war, I made daddy like Darth Vader
And since I'm always high, it's kind of hard to overlook me
For over a hundred stacks, it's kind of hard to overbook me
And a whole 'nother house for my cars is on my checklist
Cause to fit 'em in one garage is like a nigga playin' Tetris
But they say patience is a virtue
Cause I got your bitch stayin' out way past her curfew
Guess I was a thief that got away with these words
Slangin' chickens out my whip like I been playin' Angry Birds
In a black Rolls Royce, Dark Knight like Batman
Everywhere you turn, the Ghost follows like Pac-Man
And I sleep with the John Dillinger
And always keep an eye half-open like Forest Whitaker
No, you boys ain't ready for combat
Be more worried if I renew my Def Jam contract
What path is he on? Opponents, I laugh and be gone
They handin' in the towels like they work in Bed, Bath & Beyond
But in the midst of all the melee
Y'all niggas just bitches with dicks like Sheneneh
Your rap styles are phony, your lines are just dead
And I be on them lines like a nigga just played
Guess I'm tryin' to say I'm advanced, you intermediate
You wouldn't know the real me if your bitch Wikipedia'd it
Just know that I never tried to be hard
Probably cause Mr. Glock 40's my security guard
You'll get chopped like judo
Gangs in my hood make you reverse
And change your color like the block's playin' Uno
And, yes, some of my friends is still sellin' them drugs
But I just say they Weight Watchers like Jennifer Hud
They show me love
That's why I'll always stay reppin' until the death of me
Rappers talk shit, but ain't nobody ever stepped to me
I hereby command all my fans' to inject it
Overdose on Red Bull in your veins if you ever slept on me
Yeah, my mind is sharper than a guillotine
All the nines extended from the knuckles of Wolverine
Not a X-Man, but, man, I got that X
I'm on my hardest, switch labels, but I still get a cheque
The more albums they sell, the more we all win
And I can be seen in thirty rocks like Alec Baldwin
Or watchin' CBS in a Cadillac DTS
I plan to reach the world, man, your plan is MetroPCS
I changed my music up cause I was gettin' bored
You may not like the way I shoot, but my points go on the board
My name still engrained and these books will be the outcome
And this one verse is harder than a lot of niggas' albums
Peace, f*ck out of here, rewind that shit
Ha-ha-ha, Luda, ain't shit changed
Writer: JOHN WESLEY GROOVER, MICHAEL RAY COX, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, LARRANCE DOPSON, CHRISTOPHER BRODY BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Viagra (Skit)
[Ludacris::]
Oh god! Oh god! Ugh..
[911 Ladie::]
9-1-1 WHat's your emergency?
[Ludacris::]
Yes ma'am I got a hard problem, I got a hard problem
[911 Ladie:]
Calm down sir, it can't be that hard OK?
[Ludacris:]
No it can't, it can't..It is! My dick has been hard for over eight hours and it just won't, it just won't go down!
[911 Ladie:]
Escuse me ?
[Ludacris:]
I took one of them Viagras for the first time
[911 Ladie:]
Word?
[Ludacris:]
And the first one didn't do anything, so I took another one
[911 Ladie:]
OK..
[Ludacris:]
And now my shit harder than titanium in this motherf*cker, I've been knocking shit over
[911 Ladie:]
Damn I ain't had no dick in 6 months..
[Ludacris:]
Why don't them shits come with directions I don't know what to do man help
[911 Ladie:]
Hey girl, Lisa!
[Lisa:]
Hmhm ?
[911 Ladie:]
Call my shift, forward thgis call to my cell and confirm his address
[Lisa:]
I got you
[Ludacris:]
Swear to god imma kill Tyrone and them niggas, I ain't never listenin' to them niggas again man, I swear!
[Lisa:]
Hm..Calm down sir, help is on the way...
Oh god! Oh god! Ugh..
[911 Ladie::]
9-1-1 WHat's your emergency?
[Ludacris::]
Yes ma'am I got a hard problem, I got a hard problem
[911 Ladie:]
Calm down sir, it can't be that hard OK?
[Ludacris:]
No it can't, it can't..It is! My dick has been hard for over eight hours and it just won't, it just won't go down!
[911 Ladie:]
Escuse me ?
[Ludacris:]
I took one of them Viagras for the first time
[911 Ladie:]
Word?
[Ludacris:]
And the first one didn't do anything, so I took another one
[911 Ladie:]
OK..
[Ludacris:]
And now my shit harder than titanium in this motherf*cker, I've been knocking shit over
[911 Ladie:]
Damn I ain't had no dick in 6 months..
[Ludacris:]
Why don't them shits come with directions I don't know what to do man help
[911 Ladie:]
Hey girl, Lisa!
[Lisa:]
Hmhm ?
[911 Ladie:]
Call my shift, forward thgis call to my cell and confirm his address
[Lisa:]
I got you
[Ludacris:]
Swear to god imma kill Tyrone and them niggas, I ain't never listenin' to them niggas again man, I swear!
[Lisa:]
Hm..Calm down sir, help is on the way...
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Get Lit
When the liquor get up in me
When the liquor get up in me
When the liquor get up in me
When the liquor get up in me
I'm a motherf*ckin' beast (When the liquor get up in me)
Tell these niggas clear the streets (When the liquor get up in me)
I'll be all up in my zone (When the liquor get up in me)
I ain't never going home (When the liquor get up in me)
[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Ima drink until I'm drunk (drunk), smoke until I'm high (high)
Hustle till I ball (ball), get money till I die (die)
These haters want my paper and the snakes is out to get me
So when I leave this bitch I'm taking everything with me
With my wrist glowing and my fist throwing
And my Lamborghini Aventador sneak it on the block
Been going and I been flowing I gotta say that Ludacris, a nigga never gonna stop
Hanging with women that's loving them drugs
Neighborhood call me the plug of the plug
Poppin' a pill and then jump in the tub
We buy out the bar, we buy out the club
Got a black, AMX, I left home, no Visa
Talk money, and my money, talk back, like Caesar
Mix soda, with the syrup, we be leaning like the Tower of Pisa
And if y'all don't f*ck with us, then we don't f*ck with y'all either
I'm a motherf*ckin' beast (When the liquor get up in me)
Tell these niggas clear the streets (When the liquor get up in me)
I'll be all up in my zone (When the liquor get up in me)
I ain't never going home (When the liquor get up in me)
[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
I'm talking 1 shot, 2 shots, 3 shots, 4
How many shots to hit the motherf*cking floor
You sipping man, quit tripping man, stop acting like a ho
Waitress said another round? I said you already know
You see I started from nothing and made it up outta the hood
Dollar and a dream and I made what I could
Fifty to a hundred, then a hundred to a grand
Then a grand to a milli, nigga really what's good
Its wood in the whip the wood like a wood shop
Neighbor's all think that I cook rocks
No peace in the streets
Really got me thinking ain't no such thing as a good cop
My neck froze and my ice steel
Flows, rappers just bite still
Platinum plaques, three Grammy's
I'd said I Made It like Mike Will
With coupes all on that freeway
Pockets on Gabby Sidibe
Got cake and women blowing like everyday is my b-day
We be getting mighty bold (When the liquor get up in her)
She be sliding down that pole (When the liquor get up in her)
She be shaking it for daddy (When the liquor get up in her)
Getting freaky in the Caddy (When the liquor get up in her)
[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
She dragging a mink coat got peter pissed its a pity
A titans like Tennessee but she chiefing like Kansas City
She love it when she get tipsy and strip to the core essentials
With her legs sprawled out like the Air Jordan's symbols
She be twenty thousand feet in my apartment in the sky
Y'all hoes just drink and drive, my woman just drink and fly
She a lady in the street ain't nothing fake about her booty
She call me for special ops, I told her that's my Call of Duty
We be getting mighty bold (When the liquor get up in her)
She be sliding down that pole (When the liquor get up in her)
She be shaking it for daddy (When the liquor get up in her)
Getting freaky in the Caddy (When the liquor get up in her)
[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
When the liquor get up in me
When the liquor get up in me
When the liquor get up in me
I'm a motherf*ckin' beast (When the liquor get up in me)
Tell these niggas clear the streets (When the liquor get up in me)
I'll be all up in my zone (When the liquor get up in me)
I ain't never going home (When the liquor get up in me)
[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Ima drink until I'm drunk (drunk), smoke until I'm high (high)
Hustle till I ball (ball), get money till I die (die)
These haters want my paper and the snakes is out to get me
So when I leave this bitch I'm taking everything with me
With my wrist glowing and my fist throwing
And my Lamborghini Aventador sneak it on the block
Been going and I been flowing I gotta say that Ludacris, a nigga never gonna stop
Hanging with women that's loving them drugs
Neighborhood call me the plug of the plug
Poppin' a pill and then jump in the tub
We buy out the bar, we buy out the club
Got a black, AMX, I left home, no Visa
Talk money, and my money, talk back, like Caesar
Mix soda, with the syrup, we be leaning like the Tower of Pisa
And if y'all don't f*ck with us, then we don't f*ck with y'all either
I'm a motherf*ckin' beast (When the liquor get up in me)
Tell these niggas clear the streets (When the liquor get up in me)
I'll be all up in my zone (When the liquor get up in me)
I ain't never going home (When the liquor get up in me)
[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
I'm talking 1 shot, 2 shots, 3 shots, 4
How many shots to hit the motherf*cking floor
You sipping man, quit tripping man, stop acting like a ho
Waitress said another round? I said you already know
You see I started from nothing and made it up outta the hood
Dollar and a dream and I made what I could
Fifty to a hundred, then a hundred to a grand
Then a grand to a milli, nigga really what's good
Its wood in the whip the wood like a wood shop
Neighbor's all think that I cook rocks
No peace in the streets
Really got me thinking ain't no such thing as a good cop
My neck froze and my ice steel
Flows, rappers just bite still
Platinum plaques, three Grammy's
I'd said I Made It like Mike Will
With coupes all on that freeway
Pockets on Gabby Sidibe
Got cake and women blowing like everyday is my b-day
We be getting mighty bold (When the liquor get up in her)
She be sliding down that pole (When the liquor get up in her)
She be shaking it for daddy (When the liquor get up in her)
Getting freaky in the Caddy (When the liquor get up in her)
[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
She dragging a mink coat got peter pissed its a pity
A titans like Tennessee but she chiefing like Kansas City
She love it when she get tipsy and strip to the core essentials
With her legs sprawled out like the Air Jordan's symbols
She be twenty thousand feet in my apartment in the sky
Y'all hoes just drink and drive, my woman just drink and fly
She a lady in the street ain't nothing fake about her booty
She call me for special ops, I told her that's my Call of Duty
We be getting mighty bold (When the liquor get up in her)
She be sliding down that pole (When the liquor get up in her)
She be shaking it for daddy (When the liquor get up in her)
Getting freaky in the Caddy (When the liquor get up in her)
[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Writer: MARCOS PALACIOS, ERNEST CLARK, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, RONNIE JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Come And See Me (Interlude)
Some days I think I love my whip more than I love my bitch
Everytime we argue I just hop up in my whip and split
And my car never talk back to me
It just turn up and play this track for me
Then my girl get jealous and try to wild on her
Calling her used cuz the Acura got so many miles on her
And try to make her feel inferior
Since I'm rubbing all on my Acura's interior
Whenever I'm with either of my ladies I just love her
See cuz one rides me while I ride in the other mane
I'm bout to go get in some trouble mane
With the one that's like my sidekick the other thinks she my mother mane
And I ain't with that
They both got mean bodies but with this Maserati see how I trip that
Pretty feet with nice paint and they both drop the top
And both crushing everything in the parking lot
Gone
Everytime we argue I just hop up in my whip and split
And my car never talk back to me
It just turn up and play this track for me
Then my girl get jealous and try to wild on her
Calling her used cuz the Acura got so many miles on her
And try to make her feel inferior
Since I'm rubbing all on my Acura's interior
Whenever I'm with either of my ladies I just love her
See cuz one rides me while I ride in the other mane
I'm bout to go get in some trouble mane
With the one that's like my sidekick the other thinks she my mother mane
And I ain't with that
They both got mean bodies but with this Maserati see how I trip that
Pretty feet with nice paint and they both drop the top
And both crushing everything in the parking lot
Gone
Writer: Christopher Bridges, Pierre Slaughter, Justin Scott, Michael Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Come And See Me
Some days I think I love my whip more than I love my bitch
Everytime we argue I just hop up in my car and split
And my car never talked back to me
It just turned up and played this track to me
And my girl getting jealous trying to wild on her
Calling her used cuz I actually got so many miles on her
And try to make her feel inferior
Since I'm rubbing on my Acura's interior
Whenever I'm with either of my ladies I just love her
See cuz one rides me while I ride in the other mane
I'm bout to go get in trouble mane
With the one that's like my sidekick the other thinks she my mother mane
And I ain't with that
They both got mean bodies but with this Maserati see how I trip that
Pretty feat with nice painting they both drop the top
And both stressing everythang in the parking lot
Gone
Everytime we argue I just hop up in my car and split
And my car never talked back to me
It just turned up and played this track to me
And my girl getting jealous trying to wild on her
Calling her used cuz I actually got so many miles on her
And try to make her feel inferior
Since I'm rubbing on my Acura's interior
Whenever I'm with either of my ladies I just love her
See cuz one rides me while I ride in the other mane
I'm bout to go get in trouble mane
With the one that's like my sidekick the other thinks she my mother mane
And I ain't with that
They both got mean bodies but with this Maserati see how I trip that
Pretty feat with nice painting they both drop the top
And both stressing everythang in the parking lot
Gone
Writer: CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, PIERRE SLAUGHTER, JUSTIN SCOTT, MICHAEL WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Good Lovin'
I keep dwellin' on the past, babe
Know what I need, yeah
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me
It's better to love and then lost than to never have loved at all
If that was true I wouldn't be drinking this alcohol
Every relationship failed to take a toll on you
Especially when you had hoes and area codes on you
Is it easier to erase my memories
At a point when most of my past women became my enemies?
Some on the fence, some befriended me
But when we see each other it's gon' be some weird energy
I'm sorry that we couldn't make it work
Believe in your heart, I never intended to make you hurt
Now they see me on the blogs with my new girl
Friends talking 'bout "that's supposed to be you, girl"
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me
I got a empty hole in my chest
How do I fill it? Somebody give a prescription
I guess I gotta learn to live with regrets
Pay for mistakes and your exes take a commission
But what's a percent off the top when you hit the bottom
After you break up wondering how to live without 'em?
Need solutions, less problems
'Cause if love will drive you crazy I belong in the insane asylum
Hear the rain, feel the pain inside 'em
Kinda lost, need someone to guide 'em
It's nothin' worse than feelin' alone
But I'll admit to feelin' better when I'm hearing this song, it goes
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me
So I, dwelling on the past, all the moments on repeat, baby
Playing empty songs when I'm blowing my high
Feeding my heart to a lion called guilt on an empty bed
On an empty bed
Dwelling on the past, all the moments on repeat
Playing empty songs when I'm blowing my high
Feeding my heart to a lion called guilt on an empty bed
While I lose my mind
So you know what I need
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me
Know what I need, yeah
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me
It's better to love and then lost than to never have loved at all
If that was true I wouldn't be drinking this alcohol
Every relationship failed to take a toll on you
Especially when you had hoes and area codes on you
Is it easier to erase my memories
At a point when most of my past women became my enemies?
Some on the fence, some befriended me
But when we see each other it's gon' be some weird energy
I'm sorry that we couldn't make it work
Believe in your heart, I never intended to make you hurt
Now they see me on the blogs with my new girl
Friends talking 'bout "that's supposed to be you, girl"
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me
I got a empty hole in my chest
How do I fill it? Somebody give a prescription
I guess I gotta learn to live with regrets
Pay for mistakes and your exes take a commission
But what's a percent off the top when you hit the bottom
After you break up wondering how to live without 'em?
Need solutions, less problems
'Cause if love will drive you crazy I belong in the insane asylum
Hear the rain, feel the pain inside 'em
Kinda lost, need someone to guide 'em
It's nothin' worse than feelin' alone
But I'll admit to feelin' better when I'm hearing this song, it goes
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me
So I, dwelling on the past, all the moments on repeat, baby
Playing empty songs when I'm blowing my high
Feeding my heart to a lion called guilt on an empty bed
On an empty bed
Dwelling on the past, all the moments on repeat
Playing empty songs when I'm blowing my high
Feeding my heart to a lion called guilt on an empty bed
While I lose my mind
So you know what I need
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me
Writer: Aaron Michael Cox, Miguel Jontel Pimentel, Christopher Brian Bridges, Ernest Clark, Marcos Enrique Palacios
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ocean Skies
[Intro - Kanye West + Ludacris:]
(Applause)
And the winner, for the best rap album goes to
Ludacris it's your year baby
(Applause)
This goes out to my father, who is in critical condition right now
I appreciate your prayers
Mr. Wayne Bridges
I love you
[Ludacris Talking:]
Rest in peace Wayne Bridges
You're still living through me
Listen!
[Verse 1 - Ludacris:]
Look, I lost my father to the bottle
I'd hug him everyday like I might not see him tomorrow
Got a little sorrow for a lifetime
Cause when he was living I'm thinking how do I get him to listen
When he was seldom in his right mind
My early years I was too young to understand
But I remember the smell of beer and seeing all the empty cans
Waking up, crying in the night, hearing arguments
Hands off my momma, somehow I knew he was the cause of it
Got a little older and he got a little worse
Drinking must be his remedy, he got a little cursed
Well, tell me what's the cure for a man who miss his pops
The beat goes on, but the drinking's gotta stop!
[Hook - Monica:]
If I had have know I wouldn't see you tomorrow
I would've had you hold to your heart, and put your love in a bottle, hey
But now you got me [?] out that pain, gone after sorrow
Wishing every day you were here with me
But now that you're gone, I lost my heart to the bottle, to the bottle
Ooh oh oh
[Verse 2 - Ludacris:]
Yeah, I lost my father to the bottle
Function and alcoholics what they call it far as I know
Became a teenager and started to understand
But even through drinks he still taught me to be a man
So before the hospital, when the paramedics rest him
He knew that everybody who met him, instantly loved him
I run the con concerts? Would have made him even sicker
Cause who gon' tell him he can't drink none of his son's liquor
And tell me without my father how am I supposed to manage?!
He had the biggest heart, but also had that liver damage
Tell me what's the cure for a man who miss his paps
The beat goes on, but the drinking' gotta stop!
[Hook]
[Bridge - Monica:]
Not a day goes by that I don't miss ya, and don't wish you were here with me
No matter what you did, I forgive you!
[Verse 3 - Ludacris:]
I lost my father to the bottle
Tell your parents you love 'em
You might not see them tomorrow!
I swallow my pride, try to put my problems aside
But I feel so hollow inside
Gotta keep my eyes on the prize
Cause I'm steady wishing you were here
To see the goals that I plan to reach
You left the day after I put you into my Grammy speech
It's almost like you waited just to see me win
Well, pops I can't wait untill the day we meet!
[Hook]
[Outro - Monica:]
I can't get over you you you, hey
Love in a bottle, hey heyyy
Oh, I miss you!
I wanna see you tomorrow
I wanna see you again
I wanna see you tomorrow
I miss you, you you you you
I love you, you you you
(Applause)
And the winner, for the best rap album goes to
Ludacris it's your year baby
(Applause)
This goes out to my father, who is in critical condition right now
I appreciate your prayers
Mr. Wayne Bridges
I love you
[Ludacris Talking:]
Rest in peace Wayne Bridges
You're still living through me
Listen!
[Verse 1 - Ludacris:]
Look, I lost my father to the bottle
I'd hug him everyday like I might not see him tomorrow
Got a little sorrow for a lifetime
Cause when he was living I'm thinking how do I get him to listen
When he was seldom in his right mind
My early years I was too young to understand
But I remember the smell of beer and seeing all the empty cans
Waking up, crying in the night, hearing arguments
Hands off my momma, somehow I knew he was the cause of it
Got a little older and he got a little worse
Drinking must be his remedy, he got a little cursed
Well, tell me what's the cure for a man who miss his pops
The beat goes on, but the drinking's gotta stop!
[Hook - Monica:]
If I had have know I wouldn't see you tomorrow
I would've had you hold to your heart, and put your love in a bottle, hey
But now you got me [?] out that pain, gone after sorrow
Wishing every day you were here with me
But now that you're gone, I lost my heart to the bottle, to the bottle
Ooh oh oh
[Verse 2 - Ludacris:]
Yeah, I lost my father to the bottle
Function and alcoholics what they call it far as I know
Became a teenager and started to understand
But even through drinks he still taught me to be a man
So before the hospital, when the paramedics rest him
He knew that everybody who met him, instantly loved him
I run the con concerts? Would have made him even sicker
Cause who gon' tell him he can't drink none of his son's liquor
And tell me without my father how am I supposed to manage?!
He had the biggest heart, but also had that liver damage
Tell me what's the cure for a man who miss his paps
The beat goes on, but the drinking' gotta stop!
[Hook]
[Bridge - Monica:]
Not a day goes by that I don't miss ya, and don't wish you were here with me
No matter what you did, I forgive you!
[Verse 3 - Ludacris:]
I lost my father to the bottle
Tell your parents you love 'em
You might not see them tomorrow!
I swallow my pride, try to put my problems aside
But I feel so hollow inside
Gotta keep my eyes on the prize
Cause I'm steady wishing you were here
To see the goals that I plan to reach
You left the day after I put you into my Grammy speech
It's almost like you waited just to see me win
Well, pops I can't wait untill the day we meet!
[Hook]
[Outro - Monica:]
I can't get over you you you, hey
Love in a bottle, hey heyyy
Oh, I miss you!
I wanna see you tomorrow
I wanna see you again
I wanna see you tomorrow
I miss you, you you you you
I love you, you you you
Writer: JON GALLANT, BEN KOWALEWICZ, ALICIA AUGELLO-COOK, AARON SOLOWONIUK, IAN D'SA, CRYSTAL NICOLE JOHNSON, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Not Long
[Hook - Usher:]
If you look to the stars, you'll find that your not far from me
And if you follow your heart, you'll find that you'll be one of them
And not long [x5]
[Verse 1 - Ludacris:]
Long days half sober nights
Unsigned performing at every open mic
God is all I needed to believe in me
Haters I tune them out they were on another frequency
My momma never winded my decision
And all the bright lights never blinded out my vision
Music was my passion and my first crush
I'm just tryna ride the waves baby surfs up
When I'm down music gets me worked up
Plus in all my shows it gets womans to pull they skirts up
What can I say I'm turnt up
I'm on fire these other rappers is burnt up
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Ludacris:]
Yeah what an imagination
I'm a dreamer losing my concentration
Head in the clouds to trace my observations
Just connect the dots to all of the constellations
Looking for signs that's astrological
And I don't dream big my dreams are astronomical
So when critics write articles of my chronicles
I wonder if my hunger is felt and they abdominal
Hiding from life daily distraction
Where thoughs become things from the power of attration
And I'm attracted to money and beautiful woman
Ha and toasting to new beginnings, yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Ludacris:]
Look its not long til the fights over
The turbulence is non stop till the flights over
So when passangers panic just stay silent
And realize its never too late to become the pilot
I fly higher take control of my destiny
The first step I needed me to invest in me
Its still an every day struggle for wealth
I'd rather struggle to working for me than working for someone else
And I'm steady tryna ease the stress
So I open up all the doors with the key to success
If it hasn't been done then I'mma do it first
Cuz I'm the master of the Ludaverse
[Hook]
If you look to the stars, you'll find that your not far from me
And if you follow your heart, you'll find that you'll be one of them
And not long [x5]
[Verse 1 - Ludacris:]
Long days half sober nights
Unsigned performing at every open mic
God is all I needed to believe in me
Haters I tune them out they were on another frequency
My momma never winded my decision
And all the bright lights never blinded out my vision
Music was my passion and my first crush
I'm just tryna ride the waves baby surfs up
When I'm down music gets me worked up
Plus in all my shows it gets womans to pull they skirts up
What can I say I'm turnt up
I'm on fire these other rappers is burnt up
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Ludacris:]
Yeah what an imagination
I'm a dreamer losing my concentration
Head in the clouds to trace my observations
Just connect the dots to all of the constellations
Looking for signs that's astrological
And I don't dream big my dreams are astronomical
So when critics write articles of my chronicles
I wonder if my hunger is felt and they abdominal
Hiding from life daily distraction
Where thoughs become things from the power of attration
And I'm attracted to money and beautiful woman
Ha and toasting to new beginnings, yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Ludacris:]
Look its not long til the fights over
The turbulence is non stop till the flights over
So when passangers panic just stay silent
And realize its never too late to become the pilot
I fly higher take control of my destiny
The first step I needed me to invest in me
Its still an every day struggle for wealth
I'd rather struggle to working for me than working for someone else
And I'm steady tryna ease the stress
So I open up all the doors with the key to success
If it hasn't been done then I'mma do it first
Cuz I'm the master of the Ludaverse
[Hook]
Writer: LEON MICHELS, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, MAURICE WILLIS, HOMER STEINWEISS, DAVID GUY, THOMAS BRENNECK, FERNANDO VELEZ-RAMON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Charge It To The Rap Game
Everybody wants the fortune and fame
The more things change, the more they stay the same
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Where do I begin
Well, the industry shady not everybody is your friend
I had to learn that shit the hard way
In and out bogus contracts since before I was rapping in the hallway
Everyone out for money, executives out for blood
If you don't keep the music current then labels'll pull the plug (Get it)
Hard to admit when shit don't go the way you plan
While everybody's on Instagram just fronting like life is brand
Take it back to one of my first tours
F*ckin' everything movin' thinkin' groupies will never do nothing back to us
Kick 'em out the hotel swearing I hit my finer things
Lost a bunch of jewelry from a Rolex to a diamond chain (Bitch)
How in the hell did I get caught slippin'
Meanwhile on all my records, nigga talkin' bout he pimpin'
Maybe i exaggerated a lil bit
You know fake it till you make it every one of us rappers gotta talk a little shit
Yeah I done smashed some video vixens and some actresses
But brand name pussy don't feel no different on my matresses
Insecure hoes with brest jobs and butt shots
Blaming on us rich niggas sponsoring shit and what not
Now guys are just as big as groupies as these women is
Till you break up and a bitch wonder where her percentage is
While these regular hoes are trying to play the trap game
And now is the time I blame it on the rap game
Everybody wants the fortune and fame
The more things change, the more they stay the same
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Listen, this ain't scripted this reality
It take some drugs for us to conquer this is sanity
Thieves using our name promoting these fake appearances
Publicists overcharging taking years for these clearances
I got [?] some rappers said I stole their joint nigga
Spend half a million just to prove a f*cking point nigga
We got the fans thinking rappers never lose
Gave a producer a hundred grand for a beat I never use (Damn)
The false stories and being misquoted in magazines
Got a nigga wanting to go and load a couple magazines
Head to your office and shoot up the whole f*cking staff
Post that on your website and burn while I f*cking laugh
You protesters at my concerts y'all make me sick
I thought I told y'all I would never disrespect a bitch
It's clear to see that Hip Hop's under attack man
Or is it cause that no one wants to see a rich black man
Really they want us with no money
Hungover and missing flights and cutting our show money
Hip Hop cops still looking and trying to catch us slippin'
And put us in a position to make some real life decisions (Hmmm)
Or do we just be doing dumb shit
Emptying out these gun clips and always on the run shit
Lifestyles of us entertaining hood niggas
If it's bad to be a rapper what's good nigga
Everybody wants the fortune and fame
The more things change, the more they stay the same
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
The more things change, the more they stay the same
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Where do I begin
Well, the industry shady not everybody is your friend
I had to learn that shit the hard way
In and out bogus contracts since before I was rapping in the hallway
Everyone out for money, executives out for blood
If you don't keep the music current then labels'll pull the plug (Get it)
Hard to admit when shit don't go the way you plan
While everybody's on Instagram just fronting like life is brand
Take it back to one of my first tours
F*ckin' everything movin' thinkin' groupies will never do nothing back to us
Kick 'em out the hotel swearing I hit my finer things
Lost a bunch of jewelry from a Rolex to a diamond chain (Bitch)
How in the hell did I get caught slippin'
Meanwhile on all my records, nigga talkin' bout he pimpin'
Maybe i exaggerated a lil bit
You know fake it till you make it every one of us rappers gotta talk a little shit
Yeah I done smashed some video vixens and some actresses
But brand name pussy don't feel no different on my matresses
Insecure hoes with brest jobs and butt shots
Blaming on us rich niggas sponsoring shit and what not
Now guys are just as big as groupies as these women is
Till you break up and a bitch wonder where her percentage is
While these regular hoes are trying to play the trap game
And now is the time I blame it on the rap game
Everybody wants the fortune and fame
The more things change, the more they stay the same
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Listen, this ain't scripted this reality
It take some drugs for us to conquer this is sanity
Thieves using our name promoting these fake appearances
Publicists overcharging taking years for these clearances
I got [?] some rappers said I stole their joint nigga
Spend half a million just to prove a f*cking point nigga
We got the fans thinking rappers never lose
Gave a producer a hundred grand for a beat I never use (Damn)
The false stories and being misquoted in magazines
Got a nigga wanting to go and load a couple magazines
Head to your office and shoot up the whole f*cking staff
Post that on your website and burn while I f*cking laugh
You protesters at my concerts y'all make me sick
I thought I told y'all I would never disrespect a bitch
It's clear to see that Hip Hop's under attack man
Or is it cause that no one wants to see a rich black man
Really they want us with no money
Hungover and missing flights and cutting our show money
Hip Hop cops still looking and trying to catch us slippin'
And put us in a position to make some real life decisions (Hmmm)
Or do we just be doing dumb shit
Emptying out these gun clips and always on the run shit
Lifestyles of us entertaining hood niggas
If it's bad to be a rapper what's good nigga
Everybody wants the fortune and fame
The more things change, the more they stay the same
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Writer: ADAM KING FEENEY, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, MANEESH BIDAYE, RAMON IBANGA JR.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
This Has Been My World
[Intro - Ludacris:]
Over a decade later
Let's toast to the good life
We still living the hood life
Welcome to my world Ludaversal!
[Verse 1 - Ludacris:]
Listen
I think I got the best job in the world
Cuz I ain't gotta take the piss test
Michael sending me Jordans every 1st of the month
Said his kids love me, ain't paid for a pair of kicks since
Why is it that when 'em niggas gettin' rich
The whole world just wanna get you some free shit? (Hahah)
Ain't that 'bout a bitch
Especially when they told me I'll never do shit, or be shit
I made it and never took you for granted
Took off and I never landed, supply whatever demanded and no one's ever handed it to me
I kicked it off with me and my special team and shot the [?] to me
Touchdown on my old turf, money and bitches sucking me in my microphone vest
And know I'm not surprised that my old [?] taking niggas to school, go do your homework
[Hook - Ludacris:]
Yeah, and I been going around in circles
Like everyday is a rehearsal
Is my life your entertainment?
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
My life your entertainment
This has been my world, Ludaversal
[Verse 2 - Ludacris:]
Almost everyday I'm waking up in another city
Another country, a different climate and a time zone
Jet lag but I'm out of the bed fast for bad foreign bitches that I'm eager to lay my eyes on
So I opened up the blinds to the sky on
Wish that I could talk to God on my iPhone
I thank Him for all of his generosity
And for satisfying most of my curiosity
Fans asking me what it's like to be me
I always tell 'em it's more good than bad
They say I want what you got
I tell 'em you'll never have shit if you don't appreciate what you have
So I have learned to appreciate all the simple things
Like some good head and a fine wine
We all going through life searching for answers
And I been all around the world trynna find mine
[Hook - Ludacris:]
Yeah, and I been going around in circles
Like everyday is a rehearsal
Is my life your entertainment?
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
My life your entertainment
This has been my world, Ludaversal
[Verse 3 - Ludacris:]
Seems like everyday is a holiday
Celebratory popping bottles and model days
Stereotypical rap shit personified
From 8 albums committin' lyrical homicide
These airports like international mazes
Now my passport needs additional pages
Then I'm staring out at another horizon
Staying fly even in the no fly zone
Bodies on board but my mind's gone
Ain't no better feeling than when I fly home
Staring out the window of the plane in the rains even the clouds need a shoulder to cry on
I'm crying cuz I'm living out my dreams
But this life is not easy as it seems
It's sorta similar to a crack game
Ain't no slowing down when you living in the fast lane
[Hook - Ludacris:]
Yeah, and I been going around in circles
Like everyday is a rehearsal
Is my life your entertainment?
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
My life your entertainment
This has been my world, Ludaversal!
[Spoken Outro:]
Life is a gift
And we have a responsibility to live it
From the first breath to the last
Our future is built on the foundation of our past
Experience is a professor, and its test's at a highest pressure
While we can't afford to crack
We must bear not to break
Like a reed in the wind we go with the flow
While still reaching for the light
Avoid useless conflict while never running from the fight
The struggle that forever brought me to just beneath the surface
I'm dedicating to the service of self and to my people
And to never feeding the beast of unnecessary evil
We say the motion of [?]
Take the action to display our character
From the first second that we start to feast until the day that we break this barrier
So disparaging is a civilized savage only strive to become average
I'm not happier as a maverick
A cowboy that uses his cabbage to get more green than most millions done seen
The good kind and never the bad bitch
The best that life has to give are the blessings of this life that we live
And everyday I'm [?] not lose my way I've had to learn
Just remember in any existence it's not the destination but the journey
Live your life
Just Blaze!
Over a decade later
Let's toast to the good life
We still living the hood life
Welcome to my world Ludaversal!
[Verse 1 - Ludacris:]
Listen
I think I got the best job in the world
Cuz I ain't gotta take the piss test
Michael sending me Jordans every 1st of the month
Said his kids love me, ain't paid for a pair of kicks since
Why is it that when 'em niggas gettin' rich
The whole world just wanna get you some free shit? (Hahah)
Ain't that 'bout a bitch
Especially when they told me I'll never do shit, or be shit
I made it and never took you for granted
Took off and I never landed, supply whatever demanded and no one's ever handed it to me
I kicked it off with me and my special team and shot the [?] to me
Touchdown on my old turf, money and bitches sucking me in my microphone vest
And know I'm not surprised that my old [?] taking niggas to school, go do your homework
[Hook - Ludacris:]
Yeah, and I been going around in circles
Like everyday is a rehearsal
Is my life your entertainment?
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
My life your entertainment
This has been my world, Ludaversal
[Verse 2 - Ludacris:]
Almost everyday I'm waking up in another city
Another country, a different climate and a time zone
Jet lag but I'm out of the bed fast for bad foreign bitches that I'm eager to lay my eyes on
So I opened up the blinds to the sky on
Wish that I could talk to God on my iPhone
I thank Him for all of his generosity
And for satisfying most of my curiosity
Fans asking me what it's like to be me
I always tell 'em it's more good than bad
They say I want what you got
I tell 'em you'll never have shit if you don't appreciate what you have
So I have learned to appreciate all the simple things
Like some good head and a fine wine
We all going through life searching for answers
And I been all around the world trynna find mine
[Hook - Ludacris:]
Yeah, and I been going around in circles
Like everyday is a rehearsal
Is my life your entertainment?
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
My life your entertainment
This has been my world, Ludaversal
[Verse 3 - Ludacris:]
Seems like everyday is a holiday
Celebratory popping bottles and model days
Stereotypical rap shit personified
From 8 albums committin' lyrical homicide
These airports like international mazes
Now my passport needs additional pages
Then I'm staring out at another horizon
Staying fly even in the no fly zone
Bodies on board but my mind's gone
Ain't no better feeling than when I fly home
Staring out the window of the plane in the rains even the clouds need a shoulder to cry on
I'm crying cuz I'm living out my dreams
But this life is not easy as it seems
It's sorta similar to a crack game
Ain't no slowing down when you living in the fast lane
[Hook - Ludacris:]
Yeah, and I been going around in circles
Like everyday is a rehearsal
Is my life your entertainment?
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
My life your entertainment
This has been my world, Ludaversal!
[Spoken Outro:]
Life is a gift
And we have a responsibility to live it
From the first breath to the last
Our future is built on the foundation of our past
Experience is a professor, and its test's at a highest pressure
While we can't afford to crack
We must bear not to break
Like a reed in the wind we go with the flow
While still reaching for the light
Avoid useless conflict while never running from the fight
The struggle that forever brought me to just beneath the surface
I'm dedicating to the service of self and to my people
And to never feeding the beast of unnecessary evil
We say the motion of [?]
Take the action to display our character
From the first second that we start to feast until the day that we break this barrier
So disparaging is a civilized savage only strive to become average
I'm not happier as a maverick
A cowboy that uses his cabbage to get more green than most millions done seen
The good kind and never the bad bitch
The best that life has to give are the blessings of this life that we live
And everyday I'm [?] not lose my way I've had to learn
Just remember in any existence it's not the destination but the journey
Live your life
Just Blaze!
Writer: STEVE PORCARO, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, JOHN BETTIS, JUSTIN SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Money
Money, forget the money
("Money") The root of all evil
Deceivin' 'cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
Now where do I begin?
They send you out to reel you back in and it's all for the ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
("Get you some, money")
My biggest gift and my curse
More money, more problems, tell me what's worse
Gettin' audited by the government, givin' up millions to the IRS
Or havin' to take a paternity test from a BITCH I never met! (oh!)
I'm gettin' sued by my own family member (what?)
All cause my dog bit her
And she was the one who walked up and put her hand out
And now she got her hand out
It's drivin' me crazy, almost as if this shit was planned OUT! (f*ck!)
What else can anybody do to me? It ain't new to me
When every time I turn around
Another money hungry motherf*cker suin' me
Truthfully (ohh!) I've had it up to here
And it don't help that Forbes reports what I'm makin every year
They listen closely! And I was really simonized
That I was told to go to school, graduate and get a job
But I'm a hip-hop cash king, rapper from the South
And everybody wants the easy way out, and it's all for the
("Money") The root of all evil
Deceivin' 'cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
Now where do I begin?
They send you out to reel you back in and it's all for the ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
("Get you some, money")
Yeah, rappers foreclosin' on their houses (fo'real)
Can't keep up the payments, they owe a couple hundred thousand (oh!)
Say they makin' millions and bills steady pillin'
Diamonds on they neck, they kids' stomach out here growlin' (rrrr!)
Get your priorities in order nigga
You talk about it, but you really can't afford it nigga
That car you bought depreciated once you drove off
No wonder why baby momma wanna knock your FUCKIN' nose off! (BLAHH!)
Half the industry goin' bankrupt
You see 'em smilin' in the club with their drinks up (cheers)
Don't let that television fool ya
Off camera they sweatin' and stressin', my young students, let me school ya
The diamonds ain't worth half what you bought them for (no)
Soon all that Gucci don't fit and now you out of dough
One day your pocket's alright and now they all wrong
F*ck you gon' do when it's all gone? Talkin' 'bout the
("Money") The root of all evil
Deceivin' 'cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
Now where do I begin?
They send you out to reel you back in and it's all for the ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
Lemme talk to these hoes, woadie
("Get you some, money")
Uhh, "M-M-M-M"
Uh, imagine bein' worth a 100 mil'
Your potentials to have a billion is on the real
These bitches want pictures and they names in your will
A new Mercedes, a baby, your aim was to chill
You choose a pussy or pop a bottle, grow half a mil'
All you wanted was some entertainment
All she wanted was some litigation
Exploitin' a simple penetration
Tellin' the courtroom that I'm being evasive
She wanted to walk into the SunTrust
She made me sign over my little son's trust
Take away the joy my little daughter brings
Bitch even wanted to take my daughter's rings
Misfortunes of a rich nigga
You watch BET while she look at the big picture
Huh! "Maybach Music"
The root of all evil
Deceivin' 'cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
Now where do I begin?
They send you out to reel you back in and it's all for the ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
The best things in life are earned, not bought
("Money") The root of all evil
Deceivin' 'cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
Now where do I begin?
They send you out to reel you back in and it's all for the ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
("Get you some, money")
My biggest gift and my curse
More money, more problems, tell me what's worse
Gettin' audited by the government, givin' up millions to the IRS
Or havin' to take a paternity test from a BITCH I never met! (oh!)
I'm gettin' sued by my own family member (what?)
All cause my dog bit her
And she was the one who walked up and put her hand out
And now she got her hand out
It's drivin' me crazy, almost as if this shit was planned OUT! (f*ck!)
What else can anybody do to me? It ain't new to me
When every time I turn around
Another money hungry motherf*cker suin' me
Truthfully (ohh!) I've had it up to here
And it don't help that Forbes reports what I'm makin every year
They listen closely! And I was really simonized
That I was told to go to school, graduate and get a job
But I'm a hip-hop cash king, rapper from the South
And everybody wants the easy way out, and it's all for the
("Money") The root of all evil
Deceivin' 'cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
Now where do I begin?
They send you out to reel you back in and it's all for the ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
("Get you some, money")
Yeah, rappers foreclosin' on their houses (fo'real)
Can't keep up the payments, they owe a couple hundred thousand (oh!)
Say they makin' millions and bills steady pillin'
Diamonds on they neck, they kids' stomach out here growlin' (rrrr!)
Get your priorities in order nigga
You talk about it, but you really can't afford it nigga
That car you bought depreciated once you drove off
No wonder why baby momma wanna knock your FUCKIN' nose off! (BLAHH!)
Half the industry goin' bankrupt
You see 'em smilin' in the club with their drinks up (cheers)
Don't let that television fool ya
Off camera they sweatin' and stressin', my young students, let me school ya
The diamonds ain't worth half what you bought them for (no)
Soon all that Gucci don't fit and now you out of dough
One day your pocket's alright and now they all wrong
F*ck you gon' do when it's all gone? Talkin' 'bout the
("Money") The root of all evil
Deceivin' 'cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
Now where do I begin?
They send you out to reel you back in and it's all for the ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
Lemme talk to these hoes, woadie
("Get you some, money")
Uhh, "M-M-M-M"
Uh, imagine bein' worth a 100 mil'
Your potentials to have a billion is on the real
These bitches want pictures and they names in your will
A new Mercedes, a baby, your aim was to chill
You choose a pussy or pop a bottle, grow half a mil'
All you wanted was some entertainment
All she wanted was some litigation
Exploitin' a simple penetration
Tellin' the courtroom that I'm being evasive
She wanted to walk into the SunTrust
She made me sign over my little son's trust
Take away the joy my little daughter brings
Bitch even wanted to take my daughter's rings
Misfortunes of a rich nigga
You watch BET while she look at the big picture
Huh! "Maybach Music"
The root of all evil
Deceivin' 'cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
Now where do I begin?
They send you out to reel you back in and it's all for the ("money")
'Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
The best things in life are earned, not bought
Writer: Rick Ross, Christopher Bridges, Clarence McDonald, Lowrell Simon
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Problems
They say "Luda, would you rather have the money or the fame?" and I steady try to tell 'em that it all just depends
Cause every time I make a little more money I seem to be losin' more of my friends
So I'd give it all up to repeat life over and they'd say "Dude is a fool"
I can't trust another motherf*cker livin' in this world and this really got me losin' my cool
What would you'd do if you were in my situation and the minute everyone you ever loved to say you looked up?
You drink your pain to the bottom of a bottle and the Conjure would have you f*cked up
So I'm lookin' for love in all the wrong places, pop pills, drink liquor by the cases
Get high, make a woman get low, in the strip club lookin' for familiar faces
People know me on a first name basis but all they ever really want's my cash
"Let me borrow just a couple hundred dollars and you know that I'm a pay you back", my ass
This world so superficial, this world done lost my trust
They say "Ludacris, you changin'" but I really don't give a F*CK!
What the hell am I suppose to think? What the hell am I suppose to do?
I'm hearin' that the Devil's in disguise and I'm hearin' that the nigga look just like you
They know I walk throw the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I don't go astray
And I get down on my knees and pray and I say
[Chorus - Cee-Lo Green (Ludacris):]
(Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away
(Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away
Wish my problems would go away, away, away
Doc say I need to change my diet, cause I really not eatin' right
Mama said I need some peace and quite, cause I'm really not sleepin' right
What's the use of havin' all the money and the power in the world if I can't abuse it?
Seems like the, only thing that's, keepin' me together is my music
If it wasn't for that I think I would lose it; if it wasn't for that I would go crazy
When nobody went good on they word and the industry'd make you feel like F*CK you pay me
Cause I gotta feed family, some of the same ones that abandoned me
that still lookin' for a hand out 'til you found out that there ain't shit ya handed me
Hah, still mad at me? But I'm tryin' to be the man I plan to be
But can't do it if you callin' me for dumb shit, thinkin' I'm innocent, I'ma plea insanity (ohh!)
Too many distractions, and it feels like everyday
So I get down on my knees and pray and I say
[Chorus]
I finally made it to the top of the CEO position
But when things don't go their way, these artists got all these suspicions
So the weed keep me at peace and I think I need an intervention
Who the f*ck put me in charge of makin' all of these decisions?
My position got me stressin' like it never did before
Not to mention my best friend drowned and Death was knockin' at his door
And it seems like someone in my family is passin' away like everyday
So I just look up to the sky and get on my knees and pray and I SAY!!
[Chorus]
Cause every time I make a little more money I seem to be losin' more of my friends
So I'd give it all up to repeat life over and they'd say "Dude is a fool"
I can't trust another motherf*cker livin' in this world and this really got me losin' my cool
What would you'd do if you were in my situation and the minute everyone you ever loved to say you looked up?
You drink your pain to the bottom of a bottle and the Conjure would have you f*cked up
So I'm lookin' for love in all the wrong places, pop pills, drink liquor by the cases
Get high, make a woman get low, in the strip club lookin' for familiar faces
People know me on a first name basis but all they ever really want's my cash
"Let me borrow just a couple hundred dollars and you know that I'm a pay you back", my ass
This world so superficial, this world done lost my trust
They say "Ludacris, you changin'" but I really don't give a F*CK!
What the hell am I suppose to think? What the hell am I suppose to do?
I'm hearin' that the Devil's in disguise and I'm hearin' that the nigga look just like you
They know I walk throw the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I don't go astray
And I get down on my knees and pray and I say
[Chorus - Cee-Lo Green (Ludacris):]
(Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away
(Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away
Wish my problems would go away, away, away
Doc say I need to change my diet, cause I really not eatin' right
Mama said I need some peace and quite, cause I'm really not sleepin' right
What's the use of havin' all the money and the power in the world if I can't abuse it?
Seems like the, only thing that's, keepin' me together is my music
If it wasn't for that I think I would lose it; if it wasn't for that I would go crazy
When nobody went good on they word and the industry'd make you feel like F*CK you pay me
Cause I gotta feed family, some of the same ones that abandoned me
that still lookin' for a hand out 'til you found out that there ain't shit ya handed me
Hah, still mad at me? But I'm tryin' to be the man I plan to be
But can't do it if you callin' me for dumb shit, thinkin' I'm innocent, I'ma plea insanity (ohh!)
Too many distractions, and it feels like everyday
So I get down on my knees and pray and I say
[Chorus]
I finally made it to the top of the CEO position
But when things don't go their way, these artists got all these suspicions
So the weed keep me at peace and I think I need an intervention
Who the f*ck put me in charge of makin' all of these decisions?
My position got me stressin' like it never did before
Not to mention my best friend drowned and Death was knockin' at his door
And it seems like someone in my family is passin' away like everyday
So I just look up to the sky and get on my knees and pray and I SAY!!
[Chorus]
Writer: CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, TYLER WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
In My Life
Yeah, I used to care so much what people thought about me
Now I really could give a f*ck
Not when I own over $15 million in real estate
And bought all the Fast & Furious trucks, haha
See, everyday I put in work and my salary grows
So excuse me I'm not caught up on reality shows
See the Bridges Family values on the southside
I live in Atlanta but do not have an Atlanta house, why?
I'm not married, I've never been engaged
But yo dumb-ass believes whatever's on the front page
See some of these bloggers don't even believe their own lies
Turn the computer screen into a mirror, look at'cha own lives
Cause technology exceeds all humanity
But there's a thin line between genius and insanity
Now private pics on my private no longer private, mane
Hope I can gets some privacy up on my private plane
[Chorus - John Legend:]
Ohh-whoa, livin' in the spotlight
Oh if it's too hot, too hot tonight, I think I'm gonna take flight
But I'ma be alright (alright) I'ma be alright (I'ma be alright)
Let me liiive, 'til I die - ohh I
I'm doin' interviews, gettin' asked the same questions from 10 years ago
Wonderin' to myself what the f*ck I'm there for
Now that my daughter's a CEO at the age of 10
And I got restaurants inside Atlanta's airport
That repetition will drive any human being nutty
I'd rather be in my own crib, on my own couch
Thinkin' I got that "do what the f*ck I wanna do" money
Yeah, and then I went to Quincy Jones' house
Realize I didn't have shit, got some work to do
Soon as you get some money, it's gon' be someone with more than you
Sci-fi movies, the fans said "This album's overdue
And if you don't put some music out, these niggas gon' be over you"
Talkin' 'bout "Where that old Luda for the rapper's sake?"
But Ursher told me if I don't evolve, I'll evaporate
I've gotten better, motherf*cker if you listen
If you're smart and went to college better use your intuition
[Chorus]
Yeah, my own expectations I exceeded them
And when people say Luda's underrated, I'd agree with 'em
They said I'm so visual, they overlook the lyrics
But every verse you get a sample if your mind can clear it
Then steer it in the direction of your memory
And I'll be satisfied when I'm celebrated for centuries
Wrote a song for my girl, she couldn't stand straight
My man said, "Don't release it, you'll ruin your female fan base"
I said, "Man, my female fan base gon' be here for forever"
Cause even though I'm with one, to them we're still together
And who am I to tell 'em different if my voice can freak 'em?
Long as I can continue coming through all of that speakers
I'm a man of choice words but I speak the truth
And I ain't scared of shit except God in a life jail suit
Especially when all of my bills are paid for
And God answered everything that I prayed for
[Chorus 2X]
[John Legend ad-libs to the end]
Now I really could give a f*ck
Not when I own over $15 million in real estate
And bought all the Fast & Furious trucks, haha
See, everyday I put in work and my salary grows
So excuse me I'm not caught up on reality shows
See the Bridges Family values on the southside
I live in Atlanta but do not have an Atlanta house, why?
I'm not married, I've never been engaged
But yo dumb-ass believes whatever's on the front page
See some of these bloggers don't even believe their own lies
Turn the computer screen into a mirror, look at'cha own lives
Cause technology exceeds all humanity
But there's a thin line between genius and insanity
Now private pics on my private no longer private, mane
Hope I can gets some privacy up on my private plane
[Chorus - John Legend:]
Ohh-whoa, livin' in the spotlight
Oh if it's too hot, too hot tonight, I think I'm gonna take flight
But I'ma be alright (alright) I'ma be alright (I'ma be alright)
Let me liiive, 'til I die - ohh I
I'm doin' interviews, gettin' asked the same questions from 10 years ago
Wonderin' to myself what the f*ck I'm there for
Now that my daughter's a CEO at the age of 10
And I got restaurants inside Atlanta's airport
That repetition will drive any human being nutty
I'd rather be in my own crib, on my own couch
Thinkin' I got that "do what the f*ck I wanna do" money
Yeah, and then I went to Quincy Jones' house
Realize I didn't have shit, got some work to do
Soon as you get some money, it's gon' be someone with more than you
Sci-fi movies, the fans said "This album's overdue
And if you don't put some music out, these niggas gon' be over you"
Talkin' 'bout "Where that old Luda for the rapper's sake?"
But Ursher told me if I don't evolve, I'll evaporate
I've gotten better, motherf*cker if you listen
If you're smart and went to college better use your intuition
[Chorus]
Yeah, my own expectations I exceeded them
And when people say Luda's underrated, I'd agree with 'em
They said I'm so visual, they overlook the lyrics
But every verse you get a sample if your mind can clear it
Then steer it in the direction of your memory
And I'll be satisfied when I'm celebrated for centuries
Wrote a song for my girl, she couldn't stand straight
My man said, "Don't release it, you'll ruin your female fan base"
I said, "Man, my female fan base gon' be here for forever"
Cause even though I'm with one, to them we're still together
And who am I to tell 'em different if my voice can freak 'em?
Long as I can continue coming through all of that speakers
I'm a man of choice words but I speak the truth
And I ain't scared of shit except God in a life jail suit
Especially when all of my bills are paid for
And God answered everything that I prayed for
[Chorus 2X]
[John Legend ad-libs to the end]
Writer: RALPH BENATAR, DOUGLAS LUCAS, GUY DELO, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, JOHN STEPHENS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Burning Bridges
When all your love is lost
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord won't you let me know
Or give me one more reason to go
When all your love is lost
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord won't you let me know
Or give me one more reason to go
I done took all I could take from you
Need a little bit more than a break from you
Matter of fact f*ck you, don't need you in my life
You done did so much wrong I hope you get it right
But not at my expense, I did all I could do
You just took me for granted, you thought I was a fool
When I did everything in my power to help and please you
But I don't know you no more, f*ck it, I caught amnesia
Too many emotions I try to bury
But the higher I climb, the less weight I'm trying to carry
And niggas holdin' on for dear life, bringin' me drama
But I'm only responsible for my daughters Cai and Karma
Nigga you's a grown man, get yourself together
Forget about the past, now's a better time than never
Matter of fact, it's time to start making better decisions
So put your fires out, and stop burning 'Cris' bridges
You little bitches
When all your love is lost
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord won't you let me know
Or give me one more reason to go
Yeah, this industry's full of bullshitters
And all this time you thought you had me fooled niggas
In my Ferrari, partner thought he saw a spaceship
'Cause I move in speed not to get caught up in this fake shit
Smiling in my face when I'm around y'all
But soon as I leave, niggas be prayin' on my down fall
Is it cause you'll never sell as many records?
My bitches always look better, you fail at business endeavors?
Or that people thought you were clever, but now they know you stupid?
And misery loves company now that you're going through it?
Somebody tell these rappers I worked hard in these Louis
So get out of here, you don't want no parts in this shit, do we?
I see them drugs got y'all trippin' too soon
That's why you find me in the club, every once in a blue moon
So while you contemplate making your first million
I'll be somewhere contemplating on making my first billion
And then, trillion
When all your love is lost
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord won't you let me know
Or give me one more reason to go
The biggest mistake we make as individuals
Is thinking everyone lives by the same principles
But when I talk by the same teachers or principals
For you to know it's not the money, it's the principle
So I can't expect you to know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Our issues are deep within, we can't just talk 'em out
Niggas is fighting inside, we can't just walk 'em out
These bridges burning so fast, we can't just stomp 'em out
As if you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
When all your love is lost
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord won't you let me know
Or give me one more reason to go
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord won't you let me know
Or give me one more reason to go
When all your love is lost
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord won't you let me know
Or give me one more reason to go
I done took all I could take from you
Need a little bit more than a break from you
Matter of fact f*ck you, don't need you in my life
You done did so much wrong I hope you get it right
But not at my expense, I did all I could do
You just took me for granted, you thought I was a fool
When I did everything in my power to help and please you
But I don't know you no more, f*ck it, I caught amnesia
Too many emotions I try to bury
But the higher I climb, the less weight I'm trying to carry
And niggas holdin' on for dear life, bringin' me drama
But I'm only responsible for my daughters Cai and Karma
Nigga you's a grown man, get yourself together
Forget about the past, now's a better time than never
Matter of fact, it's time to start making better decisions
So put your fires out, and stop burning 'Cris' bridges
You little bitches
When all your love is lost
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord won't you let me know
Or give me one more reason to go
Yeah, this industry's full of bullshitters
And all this time you thought you had me fooled niggas
In my Ferrari, partner thought he saw a spaceship
'Cause I move in speed not to get caught up in this fake shit
Smiling in my face when I'm around y'all
But soon as I leave, niggas be prayin' on my down fall
Is it cause you'll never sell as many records?
My bitches always look better, you fail at business endeavors?
Or that people thought you were clever, but now they know you stupid?
And misery loves company now that you're going through it?
Somebody tell these rappers I worked hard in these Louis
So get out of here, you don't want no parts in this shit, do we?
I see them drugs got y'all trippin' too soon
That's why you find me in the club, every once in a blue moon
So while you contemplate making your first million
I'll be somewhere contemplating on making my first billion
And then, trillion
When all your love is lost
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord won't you let me know
Or give me one more reason to go
The biggest mistake we make as individuals
Is thinking everyone lives by the same principles
But when I talk by the same teachers or principals
For you to know it's not the money, it's the principle
So I can't expect you to know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Our issues are deep within, we can't just talk 'em out
Niggas is fighting inside, we can't just walk 'em out
These bridges burning so fast, we can't just stomp 'em out
As if you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
When all your love is lost
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord won't you let me know
Or give me one more reason to go
Writer: CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, ALEXANDER GRANT, JAMIE COMMONS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ludaversal is the ninth studio album by American rapper Ludacris under Def Jam Recordings. His most recent album, it was released on March 31, 2015.
Recording sessions took place during 2011 to 2015, while the production on the album was handled by several producers; including Mike Will Made It, Rico Love, Giorgio Tuinfort and Da Internz, among others.
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LudacrisRecording sessions took place during 2011 to 2015, while the production on the album was handled by several producers; including Mike Will Made It, Rico Love, Giorgio Tuinfort and Da Internz, among others.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Chris "Ludacris" Bridges, Chaka Zulu, Jeff Dixon, Rico Love, Giorgio Tuinfort, Da Internz, Mike Will Made It, Frank Dukes, !llmind, Syk Sense, 1500 or Nothin', Capsvl, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, David Banner, Just Blaze, DJ Toomp, DJ Pain 1, Bigg D, Steven Q-Beatz, T-Minus, Alex da Kid, Mel & Mus
Length: 49:18
Released: March 31st, 2015
Year: 2015