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[Intro - Chris
2010, right, we in the future
Atlanta, Georgia, millions of sold
Millions of monies
I see why everybody hates Chris, you skinned bitch

Sing along me

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)

Yeah, I guess why everybody hates Chris

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you !)

Yeah, I guess that's why hates Chris

[Verse 1 -
Okay now, is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers
This is for the diamonds and the watch all
Spread them mustard, canary yellow
Now women in my face like
Yeah I'm sort of a big
These rims are sort of a big wheel
five course dinner is sort of a big meal
This Bentley GT can Luda dissapear
Faster than Copperfield motherfucker
I'm talking five tellis, and penthouse suites
Yeah, I'm just a playboy between sheets
Hit the club and go and party with some freaks
harder than Britney, Lindsay, and Paris together
Get in line and bottles thats taller than Chris Webber
And making haters from diamonds and sick leathers
Because my ice gives them cold like they as if under the weather
But my women keep me warmer than a Polo

Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)

Yeah, I that's why everybody hates Chris

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you !)

Yeah, I guess that's why everybody Chris

2 - Ludacris]
Now I stay fresh to death draped in fits
twelve million sold I drop gangster hits
Live in mansions and drive around in gangster
You swear I'm about to get some gangster shit
Oh no here trouble, my vision is skewed
I can only see in doubles, two models two
pop like bubbles and when I get home
The tops lift off like airspace shuttles
Sixty seconds blast off
My car got a face and took its mask off
Tint so dark it look like I the glass off
The was white for eight weeks
i finally decided to take its cast off
Now its blacker a bottomless pit
You talk you'll end up with bottom less lip
I hit a nigga so hard, make him swallow his spit
Then I be wit Bobby V. on anonymous shit

[Verse 3 -
I go for like TLC
The nigga on the mic
Yeah, I believe me
Now all the ladies want to give a TLC
Because Luda was set for life three LP's
Yep
Still counting, still the charts
And rappers still talking like they was rhyming in farts
I the finish line twice
still trying to start
But my infrared beam will make shine in the dark