Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spur Of The Moment, artist - Ludacris. Album song The Red Light District, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Spur Of The Moment |
Ay man let me ask you somethin man |
You ever have one of them days where you felt like |
you mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life? |
Y’knahmean like you just got your paycheck |
Paid off a car note or somethin |
Just jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muh’fucka |
Witcha good shoes on, y’knahmtalkinbout? |
You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note? |
Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party |
Like call e’rybody you know, don’t even plan it, just do it |
In Compton we call that «spur of the moment» |
Well let’s do it, spur of the moment, whattup? |
Well you can bring the drinks a little mo' my way |
More I say, on another hot sunny Cali-for-nye day |
Just touched down, called up my 8−1-8 |
Fo' a date with some other bust downs |
And I cruised up the block, car losed up the top |
I take the breeze, quick break the trees |
Feel good as we flippin through the Robb Repo’t |
My baby momma ain’t trippin on child suppo’t |
Because she can’t support that garbage, she should come pay homage |
When we pair 'em, we gon' share 'em, when I’m finished we all switch |
I ain’t really got the time, yo I’m chillin with Luda- |
-cris stop and twist the buddha got me feelin like this is it |
If we gon' party, we gon' sip, we got a bar |
We all in shape, we gon' go far, you can’t stop the car |
We on the freeway, if you get out you burnt |
You woulda thought you woulda learned me when my hair was all permed |
I think y’all bullshittin with it dawg |
It’s on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight |
And for once, in my life, everything’s gonna be, alright |
G’d up, my mind is freed up |
From the day, through the night, everything’s gonna be, alright |
Arabian Spruce, Seagram’s bumpy and juice |
We used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get loose |
Not the kind of cats that would jump in your bag for your jewels |
But to put some money in it for your drink and your shoes |
We get the News like MTV, every ten to the hour |
We play Mario Brothers, we eat the 'shroom and get power |
Now eat your sour powers, and use your dental floss |
What does bein mental cost? |
If you ain’t knowin you already lost |
So stay with me, and let’s get tipsy |
Rememberin the days on the block sippin whiskey |
Runnin 'round grinnin, runnin 'round sinnin |
Gettin lit, then I wonder why my head kept spinnin |
But I’m all grown up now, less throwin up now |
Record blowed up, so my hood throwed up |
Now let’s break loose cause your boy’s arrived |
And tonight we gon' celebrate bein alive riiiiight |
It’s just one of those days, without a care in the world |
You ain’t gotta look mean, I know you care for your girl |
But she’s lookin this way and I’m gonna come get her |
Fresh haircut, so I’m feelin quite kipper |
Can’t nothin go wrong cause my strap’s on my back |
And if fools wanna scrap then my tool will attack |
But forget the click-clack, ain’t no need for the steel |
Just a straight house party and some meat on the grill |
If it’s Los Angeles, watch a boss handle biz |
I’mma put this on my kids, stupid it’s an outfit |
If you ain’t been around the world keep yo' mouth zipped |
Cause I do wind-age and elevation |
You see I’m not normal and I’m not a homo |
I’m mo' apt to shoot a porno with you in cornrows |
And call it «More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume 6» |
And show it in the back of my truck, at the picnic |
— repeat 2X |