Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's My Sh*t, artist - Ludacris. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
That's My Sh*t |
| This the hardest beat I ever heard |
| That’s my shit, that’s my shit nigga, that’s my shit |
| You see them 24's on the curb |
| That’s my shit, that’s my shit nigga, that’s my shit |
| You see them big blunts full of purp |
| That’s my shit, that’s my shit nigga, that’s my shit |
| Everything I got I worked for |
| That’s my shit, that’s my shit nigga, that’s my shit |
| Shawn Jay the type to break a ho, young chasin major dough |
| Cut the check with DTP, now chickens try and play me close |
| Ballin in the mall with Chaka, shoppin for the latest clothes |
| Turn your lady to a bopper, watch how I take your ho |
| Niggas see I get that money, now they wanna wait to blow |
| Underground grindin, perfect timing in a crazy flow |
| Put Georgia on your mind and now I’m ridin on the radio |
| Your ass ain’t no DJ, my advise stop playin me folk |
| I’m ridin in my drop cut, these 24 inch not scrubbin |
| In my plastic sack, I got more purple than Baby Bops buddy |
| So materialistic, we’re chopping early today |
| What rolls around my throat, arm wristed in a bouqet |
| 15's in the back blasting, Peep the candy as I pass em |
| Watch the chamillion paint flop, like Chingy’s last album |
| Cocoa Chanelle frames, on woodgrain |
| Old grain blown thangs on my hip, but that’s the clips |
| I’m married to the streets and this beef shit’s apart of it |
| Jumped out with heat, niggas didn’t want no parts of it |
| Pull up in the club, looking like they wanna start something |
| Fuckin all these niggas hoes, that ain’t ever dawned on me |
| Tired of the fussin, bitches blushin, bumrushin |
| The car treat me like a star but I ain’t done nuttin |
| Summer almost over with but I ain’t done frontin |
| They hate we gettin money, we gon make these niggas love it |
| Pay my dues, takin crews, just me and my haitian dudes |
| Makin loot, even made the news in my gator shoes |
| Three fifty seven Glock, nine, a tech twenty two |
| Everything I ride in on at least twenty twos |
| This hustler music is what you hear in them drug zones |
| They play it in their chevy loud plus it’s a club song |
| That’s seven fourty five, that’s my whip |
| The biggest house in the neighborhood, that’s my shit |
| I get high like cooley, ruling with the toolin |
| On a 22, still got that uzi in that hoopty |
| Niggas all flashy, showing off their jewelry |
| Til I shoot it through their heart like cupid |
| Give it to 'em raw like sushi, then I’m back on the groupies |
| Young nigga with a gun nigga, Norfclik where I’m from nigga |
| Shut up and roll that blunt nigga and I don’t even stunt nigga |
| Quiet cause I hit them lips, roll up on a nigga with a clip now that’s my shit |
| I may be rich but never satisfied, making hoes camera shy |
| Comin down topping blades, call me The Last Samurai |
| I’ll cut cha, gun butt cha, Knuck ya then buck ya |
| It calls for Hammer Time if you think we can’t touch ya |
| Cause we too legit to quit, nigga run up on your click nigga |
| Not action heroes but we all making six figures |
| So put your choice to it, women get moist to it |
| A songs worth a million once I lend my fucking voice to it |