Everybody Hates Chris Feat. Chris Rock (исполнитель: Ludacris)
Sing along with me, Say f**k you Luda 3x Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Say f**k you Luda 3x Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Ok now, this is for the Gs and this is for the hustlers This is for the diamonds and the watch all clustered spread em like mustard, canary yellow Now women in my face like hello Yea I'm sort of a big deal these Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel this five course dinner is sort of a big meal this Bentley GT can make Luda dissapear faster than David Copperfield mothaf**ka Im talkin five star tellis, and penthouse suites yea I'm just a playboy between penthouse sheets hit the club and go and party with some penthouse freaks Party with Britney, Lindsay and Paris together Get in line and buyin' bottles thats taller than Chris Webber And makin haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers cuz my ice gives em cold like they as if they under the weather but my women keep me warmer than a polo sweater [bad word] Now I stay fresh to death draped in gangsta fits over 12 million sold I drop gangsta hits live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips you swear I'm bout to get into some gangsta [bad word] Oh no [bad word] trouble, my vision is skewed I can only see in doubles, two models two bottles that'll pop like bubbles and when I get home the girls tops lift off like airspace shuttles 60 seconds till blast off my car got a face lift and took its mask off tint so dark it look like I took the glass off the body was white for 8 weeks before i finally decided to take its cast off now its blacker than a bottom less pit you talk [bad word] you'll end up with bottom less lip I hit a n***a so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit then i be wit Bobby V on that anonymous [bad word] [bad word] I go for broke like TLC the hottest [bad word] on the mic yea I believe thats me now all the ladies wanna give a lil TLC cuz Luda was set for life after 3 LPs Yep Still countin still climbin the charts and rappers still talkin [bad word] like they was rhymin in farts i cross the finish line twice they still tryin to start but my infrared beam will make em shine in the dark [bad word]