| If you a lame motherfucker, get yo’ass out!
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| I’m from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out!
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| So if you with me and you tipsy throw your fist up!
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| If you got diamonds and they shinin throw your wrist up!
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| Hey hey
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| It’s Luda Luda get it right I’m Mr. Money Machine
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| And I’m steady lookin for two women I can come in between
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| You can catch me chillin up in the cut but I’m always ready for ac-tion
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| I’m stunt, like Jackie Chan and lay low, like Jack-son
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| Ma-xin and rela-xin, haters, do they really wanna test me mannnn
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| I got an arsenal waitin, do they really wanna catch me mannnn
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| No, I, don’t, think, so
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| I’ve, got killers on the pay-roll if there’s a, problem then say-so
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| I, make dough until there’s none left
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| I run with plenty gangs that’s holdin thangs
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| and rearrange your frame in one breath
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| So to keep on breathin I suggest you take this beatin
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| 'Tis the season for bleedin and we’ve been lookin for a reason
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| Hey hey
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| Come holla at me, I’m a star, I got the hood on smash
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| You know me! |
| My whole car smell like a woodshop class
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| I point 'em out like her, her, that girl with the mouth
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| plus you and your friends
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| Let me show you some whips that don’t come out 'til the year of 2010
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| So I’m flockin 'em in, 'til the droptop is rockin again
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| Boy I got it locked, if you think not, then you’ll get popped in the chin
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| And I’m clockin these ends, my record sales are blockin 'em in Gotta thank those blessed to walk the streets to those that’s locked in the pen
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| My entourage is game faces, mean muggin, mean muggin
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| Now the media is convinced that we thuggin, we thuggin
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| Momma told me grow up to be somethin, be somethin
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| I went diamond with this album so we buckin, we buckin
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| I’m so far ahead it’s only RIGHT for you to hate on me mayne
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| When I’m pushin 90 by myself up in the H.O.B. |
| lane
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| They tryin to figure how many mo’women that I can take on my plane
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| Bein one of the few rappers responsible for changin the game
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| Now desperate artists tryin to sue but they just makin some claims
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| Can’t get in the spotlight for NOTHIN and it just makes 'em insane
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| That’s why some of the niggaz resort right back to bakin that 'caine
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| And sellin it off to junky monkeys who keep bakin they brain
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| As they grow older they’ll be feelin a lot of achin and pain
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| So right at the head they might as well just be aimin that thang
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| And you ain’t helpin the process out by always cakin these dames
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| But it is hard givin up the place where they be shakin they thangs |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pass Out , by - Ludacris. Song from the album The Red Light District, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп