Ludacris - Pass out

If u a lame motha fucker get yo ass out
Im from the A I came to party til I pass out
So if u with me and u tipsy throw ur fist up
If u got diamonds and they shining throw ur wrist up
2x's

Hey hey, its Luda Luda,get it right, Im Mr. Money Machine
and Im steady lookin for two women I can cum in between
U can catch me chillin up in the cut but I always ready 4 action
I stunt like jackie chan and lay low like reevie jackson
Maxin and relaxin, haters do they really wanna test me man
I got an arsenal waitin, do they really wanna catch me man
No I dont think so I got killers on the pay role
If theres a problem then say so
I make dough until there none left
I run with plenty a gangs thats holdin thangs
that will rearrange ur frame in one breath
So if u wanna keep breathin I suggest u take this beatin
Tis the season for bleeding and we've been lookin for a reason

HOOK


Hey,hey come holla at me Im a star,
I got the hood on smash
U know me my whole car smells like a wood shop class
I point them out like her,her that girl with the mouth
Plus u and ur friend
Let me show u some whips dat dont come out til the year 2010
So Im flockin 'em in, til drop top is rockin again
Boy I got it locked if u think not then u'll get popped in the chin
And Im clockin these ins, my record sells are blockin 'em in
Gotta thank those blessed to walk the streets
To those ones that are locked in the pen
My ontourage is game faces mean muggin, mean muggin
Now the media's convinced that we thuggin, we thuggin
Momma told me to grow up and be somethin, be somethin
I went diamond with this album so we buckin, we buckin

HOOK

Im so far ahead its only right for u to hate on me man
While IM pushin 90 by myself on the H-O-B lane
They tryin to figure out how many more women that
I can take on my plane
Being one of the rappers responsible for changin the game
Now desperate artist tryin 2 sue
but they just makin *some* claims
Cant get in the spot light for nothing
It just drives them insane
Thats why some of them niggas go back to bakin that cane
And sellin it off to junkie monkeys who keep bakin they brains
As they grow older they'll be feelin alot of achin and pain
So rite at the head they might as just well be aimin they thangs
And u aint helpin the process out by always cakin these gangs
But it is hard enuff to place where they be shakin them thangs

Writers: Christopher Brian Bridges , Khari Cain

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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