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[Intro - Rock]
2010, that's right, we in the
Atlanta, Georgia, of albums sold
Millions of monies
I see why everybody hates Chris, you skinned bitch

Sing with me

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 hates

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

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 Luda!)

Yeah, I guess that's why everybody 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 hates

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

[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 after LP's
Yep
counting, still climbing the charts
And still talking shit like they was rhyming in farts
I cross the line twice
They trying to start
But my infrared beam will make them shine in the