Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hip Hop Quotables, artist - Ludacris. Album song Chicken - N - Beer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Hip Hop Quotables |
And I’m close to the edge, so your parents can come push me |
I curse so much just to get on they nerves |
I got kids actin' a fool from the traps to the 'burbs |
My filthy mouth, it won’t fight cavities or beat plaque |
So I shot the tooth fairy and put my old teeth back |
I take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater |
And make government officials breathe harder than Darth Vader |
It’s the chicken and the beer that makes Luda keep rappin' |
But no pork on my fork, I don’t even speak pig Latin |
I go fishin' on my lake, with yo bitch as the bait |
Plus I eat many MCs, but I don’t gain no weight |
The numba one chief rocka, clean out yo' rap lockers |
I’m as stiff as a board, y’all more shook than maracas |
But my trix ain’t for kids, if you dig’um you’ll get smacked |
I’ll clock ya I’ll spring forward, you fall back |
Every album that I drop has got more than ten bangers |
That’s cause I’m a shot caller, y’all fools is Crank Yankers |
Ain’t a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain |
To get chicks from Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine |
Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with rastas |
For a hefty fee, I’m on your record like Bob Costas |
I own so many jerseys, I’m a throwback mess |
I hit the cleaners and tell 'em I want a full court press |
So momma toast your glass while I’m countin' my cash |
Cause every single is a smash, I’m hot as a camel’s ass |
The competition never just wanna admit that they lost |
And that they last about as long as my part in the wash |
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit’chu |
One of Mini Me’s shoes got more sole than you |
So by the time you figure out why your record ain’t spinnin' |
I’m in the strip club smokin', with President Clinton |
So stand clear of the long sideburns and goatee |
They made the mold of the penis enlarger off me |
I’ll be in another room when I hit from the back |
Not to mention my refrigerator’s taller than Shaq |
So yippie kay yay, yippie yie yie yo |
If you can’t swim, don’t smoke my hydro |
I’ve been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on |
But a lot of y’all are mo' stuck up than tampons |
So wash all ya sins away and stop playin' |
If God’s line is busy you might have to two way him |
Then catch me in your backyard, playin' croquet |
And when I’m drunk tell them kids, drugs are bad, mmm’kay? |
Or watch me swing my chain at the Roscoe’s off Pico |
Got seven cars, get all my rims at Chrome Depot |
And people think I’m bad, they say «Oh he’s so Evil!» |
Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind people |
But my album’s out the store, yours be on the shelf |
I heard you masturbate a lot, so y’all keep to yourself |
Cause these women want a man that stay up and stay strong |
Like the NBA, you gotta play hard or go home |
All that shit that y’all talkin', y’all can pop it to them |
Cause Ludacris’ll beat you down with a prosthetic limb |
I put my foot so deep in yo' ass that you can smell it |
And yo' breath will turn to Foot Locker water repellant |
I’m the man, I got money far as the eyes can see |
And I’m in a group, I split dough with me, me and me |
So much money in my jewelry that I’m damn near sorry |
So I’mma trade my earrings in, and get a Ferrari |
I buy cars with straight cash, have meetings with Donald Trump |
Y’all meet with Honda, no payments for 12 months |
Take a look at yo' life, and no wonder you so sad |
Y’all put up with more shit than a colostomy bag, fool |