| Lyrics: | Chorus: Y’all got a problem come see me
Verse 1: I be that Nigga named Luda
Alert,
Alert
It’s the At alien intruder
Collage Park water boy spit in the ca cooler
I Jam
till they Def
They call me Slick Dick the rula
Women indeed
Keep your eyes
closed
Bold flows
C’mon out them clothes hoes
Low pros low blows
Watch out for
them Po Po’s
And I chose to be that number 1 contender
Southern offender
Fucking up
your whole agenda
When I walk you try to run
When I run you try to hide
You skate at
the snap of my finger
Call me golden glide
It’s you and I
Do or die
Who am
I
I got a pocket full of family stones
Cats think I’m sly
Why try
You one of
those niggas that like to cheat death
And I’m one of them niggas that rip out
Exersions
until there are no seats left
You shit and wheat chex
And fart out deep breaths
While
we toss darts at the bottom of y’all V-necks
(Who Cris aw that niggas aight that nigga cant
fuck wit me though
let me get on tha mic who tha fuck are you)
Verse 2: I be that nigga
Bronze Bridges
Playas wanna ball but go on strike
Cause of my pitches
They think I
want they bitches
But I don’t want no pigeons
Yet pigeons can scrub my dishes
And
y’all don’t want no scrubs
Until y'all pullout ya extensions
Y’all in school
detention and never come out
Man I’ll cut your Achilles tenden and put a sock in yo
mouth
Cause we the shit in the south
Fate know what I’m talking about
Ya see we
Jack and we Daniel
Y’all Earl and Ralph
Four eyes twirl it out
Lick it dry it send
it to flames
Not even Joshua can come to war wit these games
These bitch niggas is
lame
And coming down wit the rain
You all wet behind the ears but its
A drought in
your brain.
And that’s just simply and plain main
Three W dot shh
Man that dude
Luda got some hot shh
Man shut the fuck up
Before you get cut the fuck up
(Hold on
man hold on lil buddy ya'll talkin bout shawty man
shawty up on tha radio stations shawty be
poppin man man
let his name be known who ya'll talkin about)
Verse 3: I be that nigga that
lova lova
I’m nastier than thinking about your parents
Sex each other
No glove no
love
Better tell your dick to run for cover
So when lightning strikes
You’ll be
safe wit a few rubbers
If you know what I mean
Not everybody’s Mr. and Mrs.
Clean
Some get burned like Freddie Cruggers
Sweat dreams
Girls backing they ass
up
Now they 400 Degrees ha
Hot girl
Tryin to give it to niggas up on the block
girl
Have you screaming stop girl
I rock worlds
Wit my nine-inch Louisville
slugger
Still wonder why they call me Lover Lover
Self explainectorian
Ass
valedictorian
I bring them back to the future like a 85 Delorian
The Luda drug
Emporian
On the counter descriptions
You like my Diction
And my doctor nurse
conventions
Place the stethascope real close to your tittie
And have your butt cheeks
Redman
Like Uncle Quilly |
