Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beast Mode, artist - Ludacris. Album song Ludaversal, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Beast Mode |
Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it |
Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic |
My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit |
Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch |
Since I was born to touch the mic |
The first time it’s been a problem |
Your life was a mistake |
Your pops should’ve wore a condom |
You niggas think you hard |
I think you better come harder (Go hard) |
I leave rappers confused like will.i.am barber |
Ah, fuckin' with Luda’s not a great look |
A verse’ll make your fans unfriend you on Facebook |
Click, my styles are goin' into labor |
So if stars won a war, I made daddy like Darth Vader |
And since I’m always high, it’s kind of hard to overlook me |
For over a hundred stacks, it’s kind of hard to overbook me |
And a whole 'nother house for my cars is on my checklist |
Cause to fit 'em in one garage is like a nigga playin' Tetris |
But they say patience is a virtue |
Cause I got your bitch stayin' out way past her curfew |
Guess I was a thief that got away with these words |
Slangin' chickens out my whip like I been playin' Angry Birds |
In a black Rolls Royce, Dark Knight like Batman |
Everywhere you turn, the Ghost follows like Pac-Man |
And I sleep with the John Dillinger |
And always keep an eye half-open like Forest Whitaker |
No, you boys ain’t ready for combat |
Be more worried if I renew my Def Jam contract |
What path is he on? |
Opponents, I laugh and be gone |
They handin' in the towels like they work in Bed, Bath &Beyond |
But in the midst of all the melee |
Y’all niggas just bitches with dicks like Sheneneh |
Your rap styles are phony, your lines are just dead |
And I be on them lines like a nigga just played |
Guess I’m tryin' to say I’m advanced, you intermediate |
You wouldn’t know the real me if your bitch Wikipedia’d it |
Just know that I never tried to be hard |
Probably cause Mr. Glock 40's my security guard |
You’ll get chopped like judo |
Gangs in my hood make you reverse |
And change your color like the block’s playin' Uno |
And, yes, some of my friends is still sellin' them drugs |
But I just say they Weight Watchers like Jennifer Hud |
They show me love |
That’s why I’ll always stay reppin' until the death of me |
Rappers talk shit, but ain’t nobody ever stepped to me |
I hereby command all my fans' to inject it |
Overdose on Red Bull in your veins if you ever slept on me |
Yeah, my mind is sharper than a guillotine |
All the nines extended from the knuckles of Wolverine |
Not a X-Man, but, man, I got that X |
I’m on my hardest, switch labels, but I still get a cheque |
The more albums they sell, the more we all win |
And I can be seen in thirty rocks like Alec Baldwin |
Or watchin' CBS in a Cadillac DTS |
I plan to reach the world, man, your plan is MetroPCS |
I changed my music up cause I was gettin' bored |
You may not like the way I shoot, but my points go on the board |
My name still engrained and these books will be the outcome |
And this one verse is harder than a lot of niggas' albums |
Peace, fuck out of here, rewind that shit |
Ha-ha-ha, Luda, ain’t shit changed |