Hip Hop Quotables - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Hip Hop Quotables - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Ludacris |
| Album | Chicken - N - Beer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bridges, Sermon | |
| 作词 : BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN/SERMON, ERICK S | |
| Hi, my name's | |
| Ludacris, and | |
| I'm high as giraffe pussy | |
| And I'm close to the edge, so yo' parents can come push me | |
| I curse so much just to get on they nerves | |
| I got kids actin' a fool from the traps to the burbs | |
| My filthy mouth, it won't fight cavities or beat plaque | |
| So I shot the tooth fairy and put my old teeth back | |
| I take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater | |
| And make government officials breathe harder than | |
| Darth Vader | |
| It's the chicken and the beer that makes | |
| Luda keep rappin' | |
| But no pork on my fork, | |
| I don't even speak pig latin | |
| I go fishin' on my lake, with yo' bitch as the bait | |
| Plus I eat many | |
| MC's, but | |
| I don't gain no weight | |
| The numba one chief rocka, clean out yo' rap lockers | |
| I'm as stiff as a board, y'all more shook than maracas | |
| But my trix ain't for kids, if you dig'um you'll get smacked | |
| I'll clock ya | |
| I'll spring forward, you fall back | |
| Every album that | |
| I drop has got more than ten bangers | |
| That's cause | |
| I'm a shot caller, y'all fools is | |
| Crank Yankers | |
| Ain't a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain | |
| To get chicks from | |
| Portland, | |
| Oregon to | |
| Portland, | |
| MaineNow I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with rastas | |
| For a hefty fee, | |
| I'm on your record like | |
| Bob Costas | |
| I own so many jerseys | |
| I'm a throwback mess | |
| I hit the cleaners and tell 'em | |
| I want a full court press | |
| So momma toast your glass while | |
| I'm countin' my cash' | |
| Cause every single is a smash, | |
| I'm hot as a camel's ass | |
| The competition never just wanna admit that they lost | |
| And that they last about as long as my part in the wash | |
| From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit'chu | |
| One of Mini | |
| Me's shoes got more sole than you | |
| So by the time you figure out why your record ain't spinnin' | |
| I'm in the strip club smokin', with | |
| President | |
| ClintonSo stand clear of the long sideburns and goatee | |
| They may the mold of the penis enlarger off me | |
| I'll be in another room when | |
| I hit from the back | |
| Not to mention my refridgerator's taller than | |
| ShaqSo yippie kay yay, yippie yie yie yo | |
| If you can't swim, don't smoke my hydro | |
| I've been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on | |
| But a lot of y'all are mo' stuck up than tampons | |
| So wash all ya sins away and stop playin' | |
| If God's line is busy you might have to two way him | |
| Then catch me in your backyard, playin' croquet | |
| And when I'm drunk tell them kids, drugs are bad, mmm'kay? | |
| Or watch me swing my chain at the | |
| Roscoe's off | |
| PicoGot seven cars, get all my rims at | |
| Chrome Depot | |
| And people think | |
| I'm bad, they say "Oh he's so Evil!"' | |
| Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind people | |
| But my album's out the store, yours be on the shelf | |
| I heard you masturbate a lot, so y'all keep to yourself' | |
| Cause these women want a man that stay up and stay strong | |
| Like the N | |
| BA, you gotta play hard or go home | |
| All that shit that y'all talkin', y'all can pop it to them' | |
| Cause Ludacris'll beat you down with a prosthetic limb | |
| I put my foot so deep in yo' ass that you can smell it | |
| And yo' breath will turn to | |
| Foot Locker water repellant | |
| I'm the man, | |
| I got money far as the eyes can see | |
| And I'm in a group, | |
| I split dough with me, me and me | |
| So much money in my jewelry that | |
| I'm damn near sorry | |
| So I'ma trade my earrings in, and get a | |
| FerrariI buy cars with straight cash, have meetings with | |
| Donald Trump | |
| Y'all meet with | |
| Honda, no payments for 12 months | |
| Take a look at yo' life, and no wonder you so sad | |
| Y'all put up with more shit than a colostomy bag, fool! |
| zuo qu : Bridges, Sermon | |
| zuo ci : BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN SERMON, ERICK S | |
| Hi, my name' s | |
| Ludacris, and | |
| I' m high as giraffe pussy | |
| And I' m close to the edge, so yo' parents can come push me | |
| I curse so much just to get on they nerves | |
| I got kids actin' a fool from the traps to the burbs | |
| My filthy mouth, it won' t fight cavities or beat plaque | |
| So I shot the tooth fairy and put my old teeth back | |
| I take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater | |
| And make government officials breathe harder than | |
| Darth Vader | |
| It' s the chicken and the beer that makes | |
| Luda keep rappin' | |
| But no pork on my fork, | |
| I don' t even speak pig latin | |
| I go fishin' on my lake, with yo' bitch as the bait | |
| Plus I eat many | |
| MC' s, but | |
| I don' t gain no weight | |
| The numba one chief rocka, clean out yo' rap lockers | |
| I' m as stiff as a board, y' all more shook than maracas | |
| But my trix ain' t for kids, if you dig' um you' ll get smacked | |
| I' ll clock ya | |
| I' ll spring forward, you fall back | |
| Every album that | |
| I drop has got more than ten bangers | |
| That' s cause | |
| I' m a shot caller, y' all fools is | |
| Crank Yankers | |
| Ain' t a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain | |
| To get chicks from | |
| Portland, | |
| Oregon to | |
| Portland, | |
| MaineNow I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with rastas | |
| For a hefty fee, | |
| I' m on your record like | |
| Bob Costas | |
| I own so many jerseys | |
| I' m a throwback mess | |
| I hit the cleaners and tell ' em | |
| I want a full court press | |
| So momma toast your glass while | |
| I' m countin' my cash' | |
| Cause every single is a smash, | |
| I' m hot as a camel' s ass | |
| The competition never just wanna admit that they lost | |
| And that they last about as long as my part in the wash | |
| From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' chu | |
| One of Mini | |
| Me' s shoes got more sole than you | |
| So by the time you figure out why your record ain' t spinnin' | |
| I' m in the strip club smokin', with | |
| President | |
| ClintonSo stand clear of the long sideburns and goatee | |
| They may the mold of the penis enlarger off me | |
| I' ll be in another room when | |
| I hit from the back | |
| Not to mention my refridgerator' s taller than | |
| ShaqSo yippie kay yay, yippie yie yie yo | |
| If you can' t swim, don' t smoke my hydro | |
| I' ve been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on | |
| But a lot of y' all are mo' stuck up than tampons | |
| So wash all ya sins away and stop playin' | |
| If God' s line is busy you might have to two way him | |
| Then catch me in your backyard, playin' croquet | |
| And when I' m drunk tell them kids, drugs are bad, mmm' kay? | |
| Or watch me swing my chain at the | |
| Roscoe' s off | |
| PicoGot seven cars, get all my rims at | |
| Chrome Depot | |
| And people think | |
| I' m bad, they say " Oh he' s so Evil!"' | |
| Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind people | |
| But my album' s out the store, yours be on the shelf | |
| I heard you masturbate a lot, so y' all keep to yourself' | |
| Cause these women want a man that stay up and stay strong | |
| Like the N | |
| BA, you gotta play hard or go home | |
| All that shit that y' all talkin', y' all can pop it to them' | |
| Cause Ludacris' ll beat you down with a prosthetic limb | |
| I put my foot so deep in yo' ass that you can smell it | |
| And yo' breath will turn to | |
| Foot Locker water repellant | |
| I' m the man, | |
| I got money far as the eyes can see | |
| And I' m in a group, | |
| I split dough with me, me and me | |
| So much money in my jewelry that | |
| I' m damn near sorry | |
| So I' ma trade my earrings in, and get a | |
| FerrariI buy cars with straight cash, have meetings with | |
| Donald Trump | |
| Y' all meet with | |
| Honda, no payments for 12 months | |
| Take a look at yo' life, and no wonder you so sad | |
| Y' all put up with more shit than a colostomy bag, fool! |
| zuò qǔ : Bridges, Sermon | |
| zuò cí : BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN SERMON, ERICK S | |
| Hi, my name' s | |
| Ludacris, and | |
| I' m high as giraffe pussy | |
| And I' m close to the edge, so yo' parents can come push me | |
| I curse so much just to get on they nerves | |
| I got kids actin' a fool from the traps to the burbs | |
| My filthy mouth, it won' t fight cavities or beat plaque | |
| So I shot the tooth fairy and put my old teeth back | |
| I take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater | |
| And make government officials breathe harder than | |
| Darth Vader | |
| It' s the chicken and the beer that makes | |
| Luda keep rappin' | |
| But no pork on my fork, | |
| I don' t even speak pig latin | |
| I go fishin' on my lake, with yo' bitch as the bait | |
| Plus I eat many | |
| MC' s, but | |
| I don' t gain no weight | |
| The numba one chief rocka, clean out yo' rap lockers | |
| I' m as stiff as a board, y' all more shook than maracas | |
| But my trix ain' t for kids, if you dig' um you' ll get smacked | |
| I' ll clock ya | |
| I' ll spring forward, you fall back | |
| Every album that | |
| I drop has got more than ten bangers | |
| That' s cause | |
| I' m a shot caller, y' all fools is | |
| Crank Yankers | |
| Ain' t a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain | |
| To get chicks from | |
| Portland, | |
| Oregon to | |
| Portland, | |
| MaineNow I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with rastas | |
| For a hefty fee, | |
| I' m on your record like | |
| Bob Costas | |
| I own so many jerseys | |
| I' m a throwback mess | |
| I hit the cleaners and tell ' em | |
| I want a full court press | |
| So momma toast your glass while | |
| I' m countin' my cash' | |
| Cause every single is a smash, | |
| I' m hot as a camel' s ass | |
| The competition never just wanna admit that they lost | |
| And that they last about as long as my part in the wash | |
| From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' chu | |
| One of Mini | |
| Me' s shoes got more sole than you | |
| So by the time you figure out why your record ain' t spinnin' | |
| I' m in the strip club smokin', with | |
| President | |
| ClintonSo stand clear of the long sideburns and goatee | |
| They may the mold of the penis enlarger off me | |
| I' ll be in another room when | |
| I hit from the back | |
| Not to mention my refridgerator' s taller than | |
| ShaqSo yippie kay yay, yippie yie yie yo | |
| If you can' t swim, don' t smoke my hydro | |
| I' ve been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on | |
| But a lot of y' all are mo' stuck up than tampons | |
| So wash all ya sins away and stop playin' | |
| If God' s line is busy you might have to two way him | |
| Then catch me in your backyard, playin' croquet | |
| And when I' m drunk tell them kids, drugs are bad, mmm' kay? | |
| Or watch me swing my chain at the | |
| Roscoe' s off | |
| PicoGot seven cars, get all my rims at | |
| Chrome Depot | |
| And people think | |
| I' m bad, they say " Oh he' s so Evil!"' | |
| Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind people | |
| But my album' s out the store, yours be on the shelf | |
| I heard you masturbate a lot, so y' all keep to yourself' | |
| Cause these women want a man that stay up and stay strong | |
| Like the N | |
| BA, you gotta play hard or go home | |
| All that shit that y' all talkin', y' all can pop it to them' | |
| Cause Ludacris' ll beat you down with a prosthetic limb | |
| I put my foot so deep in yo' ass that you can smell it | |
| And yo' breath will turn to | |
| Foot Locker water repellant | |
| I' m the man, | |
| I got money far as the eyes can see | |
| And I' m in a group, | |
| I split dough with me, me and me | |
| So much money in my jewelry that | |
| I' m damn near sorry | |
| So I' ma trade my earrings in, and get a | |
| FerrariI buy cars with straight cash, have meetings with | |
| Donald Trump | |
| Y' all meet with | |
| Honda, no payments for 12 months | |
| Take a look at yo' life, and no wonder you so sad | |
| Y' all put up with more shit than a colostomy bag, fool! |
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