Ludacris - Southern fried intro

The incredible untouchable nigga
Spittin' venom out his body with the dopest flows
And wonder why the lines around the corner
'Cause the little mothafucka has the dopest shows
The one time for my indipendant women
And all the single mothers that be gettin' that cake
Two times for my dawgs,my trigga's,and my nigga's,
In the kitchen that be feelin' that weight

East coast, West coast, Mid West, dirty South
Then we took it all around the world...
I got fans in retirement homes
The teenagers, to little bity boys and girls
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in your hood
Nonstop and I'm a hit em' 'til the block explodes
Hip hop, R & B, pop talk, what ya want?
I even got alittle rock and roll
The most creative original got em takin subliminal(bang bang)
'Cause they can't get what I gots
They want it so bad
Four million dollar pad, and enough to retire off two albums
Go on, wave your white flags I'm hot!

And everytime i rhyme im puttin rappas in da ground with nines
they got em hooked lyke dope
they gotta make up dey mind because they runnin outta tyme
and im about to make them choke
betta turn ya stereo LOUDER
listen and let me PREACH
lets get arrested for disturbin the *echo*PEACE COME ON*echo*

Man dis disturbin the peace shit gettin on my nerves
boy i tell ya the truth kno wut im sayin
while he doin in deese screets
kno wut im sayin
while he on in deese screets
and then my broad and my kid walk around singin it
boy if dey sing anotha verse boy i swear y'kno wut im sayin
im on anotha level though
i got a car wash...i got a shop on O national
I got my own record heard up
the poxy family cartel y'know im sayin
we real
who this nigga think he is?

Im a household name wit game spittin outta my mouth at all tymes
i spit it out an about and spit it out of da south
till the recognize the danger signs
so feel the tingle in yo spine by the way i talk
and deres pimpin in my blood u can tell by the way i walk
ooooo lord more styles then a barber shop
call the cops
People in da way when a ball the block
little do they know that im callin shots
and im not ta b fucked wit
if ya see me commin round the corner then duck quick
perpatraitors can suck dick
i tried ta tell them
but dey don' wanna listen
i tried ta shine em
but dey don' wanna glisten
while the hot head keeps on tickin
and the kick drum peep im pumpin im dumpin
on da coast is fools
cuz rules was made to b broken
but you cant make broken rules
hear wut im sayin or heard wut i said
hear wut they playin
cuz through this music ima still be hurr if im dead
call yo producers cuz im hurtin deese beats
i said once i'll say it twice BITCH DISTURBIN THE PEACE *PEACE COME ON*Echoed*

Writers: Christopher Bridges , JAMES BROWN , Christopher Brian Bridges , Burt Bacharach , Hal David , BURT F BACHARACH , CHARLES BOBBITT , Fred Wesley , CHARLES A BOBBIT , LYN COLLINS , LYNNE COLLINS

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