Ludacris "Number One Spot" |
Yeah baby... heh heh... yeah Back again, Luda Gets meaner and meaner each time baby Feelin' real good too, what up Uncle Face I'm a bull in this industry man Some would rather run down and get one cow I think I rather walk down and get em all you know what I'm talkin' about, right Look I'm never goin' nowhere so don't try me My music sticks in fans' veins like an IV Flows poison like ivy, oh they grind me Already offers on my 6th album for labels tryin' to sign me Respected highly, hi Mr. O'Reilly Hope all is well, kiss the plaintiff and the wifey Drove threw the window, the industry supersized me Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me Now I'm on the rise, so many people despise me Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me It's a celebration and everyone should invite me Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes Explorer like Dora, these swipers can't swipe me My whole aura's so mean in my white tee No body, light skinned, been rappin harder since Ice-T You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me Don't slip up or get got (Why not man) I'm comin for that number one spot (Alright) Rappers swearin' they on top (nuh uh, nuh uh) But I'm coming for that number one spot (Alright, man) Scheme, scheme, plot plot (say WHAT) I'm comin' for that number one spot (Whoo) Keepin it goin', it wont stop (What you doin man) I'm comin' for that number one spot Yes indeed, Ludacris, I'm hotter than Nevada Ready to break the steering column in your Impala If I get caught, bail out po-po I tell em holla In court I never show up like Austin Powers' faja Father... father... and hey, I love gold But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold Jacuzzi hot, Cristal is so cold Neighbors catch contacts from the blunts that I roll A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans' sake I crush mics until my hand breaks Then shag now and shag later til these women can't stand straight The Ludameister got 'em feelin' so randy I'm double XL so I call em my eye candy Brush my shoulder and I pop my collar Cause I'm worth a million, gazillion, fafillion dollars Don't slip up or get got (Why not man) I'm comin for that number one spot (Alright) Rappers swearin' they on top (nuh uh, nuh uh) But I'm coming for that number one spot (Alright, man) Scheme, scheme, plot plot (say WHAT) I'm comin' for that number one spot (Whoo) Keepin it goin', it wont stop (What you doin man) I'm comin' for that number one spot Causin lyrical disasters, it's the master Make music for Mini-Mes, models and Fat Bastards These women tryna get me out my Pelly Pelly's They strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly" Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin' like Flojo Sent back in time and I never lost my mojo Lady's and gentlemen, boys and girls Ludacris sent down to take over the whole world Don't slip up or get got (Why not man) I'm comin for that number one spot (Alright) Rappers swearin' they on top (nuh uh, nuh uh) But I'm coming for that number one spot (Alright, man) Scheme, scheme, plot plot (say WHAT) I'm comin' for that number one spot (Whoo) Keepin it goin', it wont stop (What you doin man) I'm comin' for that number one spot Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |