LUDACRIS - Southern Gangsta lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ving Rhames)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[Intro: Ving Rhames]</i><br>
He's a hustler, unbound by law<br>
A self-made, millionaire<br>
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters<br>
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"...<br>
A true, entrepre-negro<br>
CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace Records<br>
He expended his empire into multiple profitable businesses<br>
Including his Thai food restaurant, Straits<br>
Internet sites, WeMix.com<br>
And my favorite, MyGhetto.com<br>
The MVP, of this rap shit<br>
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<i>[Ludacris]</i><br>
Luda! I'm a hustler, BALLER, gangsta, CAP PEELER<br>
I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer<br>
I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt<br>
And mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps! (woo!)<br>
But you'll be swimmin with the fishes<br>
Softer than bitches washin dishes, fool what's the BUSINESS?<br>
I'm already rich, so talk mo' figures (yup)<br>
Spit 30 large for cigars of you hoe niggaz (oww!)<br>
I got gangstas that'll rearrange ya whole face<br>
And put your casket on ice, now that's a cold case (ha!)<br>
Never forget where you come or that block'll bang you<br>
I keep my ear to the STREETS like a cocker spaniel<br>
I cock and blast you, into outer space<br>
Break every bone in ya, you so out of place<br>
Boom without a trace, you a bluff to block<br>
I got some red beams, let's play connect the dots!<br>
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<i>[Interlude: Ving Rhames]</i><br>
He's the biggest boss, comin outta the M-I-yayo<br>
Straight from the "Port of Miami"<br>
To keepin it "Trilla"<br>
Involved in many heated acts of violence<br>
This goes deeper than rap shit<br>
He's worth eight figures<br>
So young niggaz, boss up<br>
I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss<br>
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<i>[Rick Ross]</i><br>
I got a letter from the government, the other day<br>
I opened and read it, it said "We want hustlers"<br>
Had a Lexus at 18, picture that<br>
Got a Chevy with pictures on it from pitchin crack<br>
Bitch I know Haitians, we speakin Creole<br>
Bitch I'm a D-boy, still slingin kilos<br>
I got twenty cars, why exaggerate?<br>
It cost me five grand just to fill the gas tanks<br>
Love the marble floors, got the Greek pillows<br>
Frontin at awards, real street niggaz<br>
I used to serve shake, now I serve steaks<br>
Three squares on the road, call it 3rd Bass<br>
Big ass face, chop you in your laugh face<br>
Shoot his ass, aim defense is the last case<br>
Keep Jewish friends, the newest Benz<br>
You in a pool of blood, let me see you swim<br>
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<i>[Interlude: Ving Rhames]</i><br>
Hailing from College Park, Georgia<br>
Authorities figured they must have been some sort of mob<br>
Or illegal organization<br>
According to authorities, they made a quarter mil' a week<br>
Selling {?}, they were some high-rollin hustlers<br>
Tity Boi, and Dolla Boy<br>
Playaz Circle, A.K.A., the Duffle Bag Boys<br>
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<i>[Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]</i><br>
Uhh, I'm so sick I wrote this verse in a hospital<br>
It's an election year, I support struggle<br>
(We roll like bicycles, icicle flow)<br>
(White liquor, my nigga stay on line with the blow)<br>
I'm on time with the flow, not a minute nor second late<br>
Ain't no such thing as second place<br>
(And every day I live heavyweight, you niggaz featherweight)<br>
(Fairytale tellin niggaz really need to take a break)<br>
And the estate got a lake for a backyard<br>
(The pool room product put it all on my sacks card)<br>
For real? (Yeah, for real)<br>
I'm ill, I deal, I did, I will<br>
(I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity two chains ridin in a two do')<br>
Bitches catch kudos (you know)<br>
Yeah we move weight like sumos<br>
And kicks it with them bitches like judo<br>
SOUTHSIDE!<br>
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<i>[Outro: Ving Rhames]</i><br>
Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris<br>
This has been another episode, of "Southern Gangsta"<br>
Thanks for tunin in, what's next for Luda?<br>
Well, anything's possible, in the (Theater of the Mind)<br>
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