| I hate it when it’s too many niggaz, not enough hoes
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| Too many rookies, not enough pros
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| The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
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| So all y’all can suck my dick, BEOTCH!
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| I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOL
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| We dirty south shut yo’mouth we rock jewels
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| No holds barred but obey the block rules
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| Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
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| Are there anyone like ya (HELL NAW!!)
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| I treat humans like students (FAIL Y’ALL)
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| So turn ya books to page 69 and start suckin
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| When Organized drop the tracks then start duckin
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| When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin
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| Get out the booth
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| and lemme tell y’all the truth, we kick down do’s
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| Save all the H20 for front rows
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| Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes
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| Stay chromed out and that’s on or off road
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| If you know what I mean proceed to stay clean
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| Light skinded nigga turn red but get green
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| Inhale some of that 'dro but blow steam
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| Love a combination big ass and tight jeans
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| No I’ve lost my virginity
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| And I shot click like that fool shot Kennedy
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| What’s the remedy Hennessey Coke
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| If you cut all your money you’d still be half broke
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| Ashes to ashes smoke or get smoked
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| We come by the masses you come and get choked
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| If you take me for a fool I’ll take you for a joke
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| Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope
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| So now we eatin lobster shrimp and things
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| And watch for imposters that’s been in the game
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| We invented the game and y’all just got hip
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| PROBABLY YO UPPER LIP
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| Cause I love to walk around like my shit don’t stank
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| Even if it’s cigars and that purple color dank
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| Chillin in the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks
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| So put this in yo’jaw like weiners and beef franks
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| I put too much sugar in my Kool. |
| Aid
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| And party like a kid wit a high top fade
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| Arrive to a show and I like to get paid
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| Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid
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| Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats
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| I’m on the right page but what’s my format
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| I wave to the ocean cause I’m where shores at And women go nuts just like my bozack
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| Did you know that? |
| Man I’m the gift of change
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| Electric stoves so give me the keys to the Range
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| Shagadelic, beautiful but strange
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| Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flames
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| Rearrange, same broad different night
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| Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right
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| The bomb threaten dude that’s on yo same flight
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| The highlight’s that I live a high ass life
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| — 3X (w/ minor variations) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Game Got Switched , by - Ludacris. Song from the album Back For The First Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп