LUDACRIS - Cry Babies lyrics

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[chorus: ludacris - repeat 2x]<br>(oh no!) I caught him with a blow to the chest<br>(oh no!) my hollow put a hole in his vest<br>(oh no!) I'm bout to send two to his dome<br>(oh no!) cry babies go home!<br><br>[verse one: ludacris]<br>I got people scared as fuck like when condoms break<br>Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak<br>So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight<br>You frostin' like a flake and ludacris feels grrreat!<br>Who want come face me, face come want who? <br>And women give me face until they're face turns blue<br>They can't breathe, dick to mouth recessatation<br>A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations<br>I playstations, duck cops and lose agents<br>I'm doctor love, I close curtains and fuck patients<br>When I kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhyme<br>My black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime<br>And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke<br>Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke<br>You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send flowers<br>And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour<br><br>[chorus]<br><br>[verse two: ludacris]<br>You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both hands<br>Delete your first steps, but I'll save the last dance<br>I just bought some new guns my mama said it ain't worth it<br>But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perferct<br>Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives<br>You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies<br>Bok bok bok I'm shakin your tale feathers<br>I got big balls, I'm a sac king like chris webber<br>Luda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble<br>When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels<br>My cars got big tvs and satellites<br>I got a wheel of fortune 'cause I flipped o's like vanna white<br>And the servey says? (kill a mutha fucka now)<br>Could it be off with his head? (or shoot a mutha fucka down)<br>Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef<br>Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth<br><br>[chorus]<br><br>[verse three: ludacris]<br>I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptops<br>And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top<br>You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble<br>Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in scrabble<br>You see I'm from a small town called fresh out a cop's ass<br>Where mr. head-potatoes are skinned they get mashed<br>I smell puss from fifty yards<br>Y'all not playin with full decks as if I jacked out ya jacks and left fifty cards<br>Catch me in vegas spinnin' the green<br>I re-up with more chips than a vending machine<br>Then you can catch me in rome maggots in brauds and sticking 'em<br>And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em<br>A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean<br>I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteen<br>So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies<br>Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies<br><br>[chorus - 2x]

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