U Got A Problem? - Album Version

Yeah come see this ni**a

Come see this ol' light-skinned motherf**ker

I seen him and I'm addicted

Disturbin Tha Piece is the click

Please tell these fake-a** niggaz who you are

I be dat ni**a named Luda'

Alert Alert It's the ATLlien intruder

College Park waterboy spit in the c-cooler

I Jam till they Def they call me Slick xxxx Da Ruler

Women indeed keep ya eyes closed

Keep yo' eyes closed 'bow blows come on out dem clothes hos

Low pros low bows watch out for the po-po

And I chose to be dat numba one contender

Southern offender f**kin up ya whole agenda

When I walk you try to run when I run you try to hide

You skate at the snap of my fingers call me Golden Glide

Its you and I Do or Die who am I

I got a pocket full of Family Stone cats think I'm Sly

Ohh why try You one of dem niggaz that like to cheat death

And I'm one of dem niggaz

That rip out Excursions til there's no seats left

You sh*t out wheat chex and fart out deep breaths

While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all v-necks

Who that ni**a Cris

Aw dat ni**a is aight

Dat ni**a can't f**k wit me though

Let me get on the mic

Ni**a who the f**k are you ni**a

I be dat ni**a Bronze Bridges

Playaz wanna ball but go on strike cause of my pitches

They think I want they be-itches

But I don't want no pigeons yet pigeons can scrub my dishes

And y'all don't want no scrubs til y'all pull out y'all extensions

Y'all in school detention that'll neva come out

Man I'll cut yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo' mouth

Cause we da sh*t in the South they know what I'm talkin bout

You see we Jack and we Daniels y'all Earl and Ralph

4-Ize twirl it out lick it dry and tend it to flames

Not even Joshua can come to War wit dese Games

These b**ch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns

You all wet behind the ears but its a drought in ya brain

And that's the simple and plain mayne three w dot shhhh

(Man that dude Luder's got some hotter than hot shhh)

Well sh-sh-sh-shut the f**k up

Before you get cu cu cut cut the f**k up

Hold on man hold on lil buddy

Y'all talkin bout shorty man

Shorty up at da radio station

Shorty be poppin man

Let the name be known who y'all talkin bout

I be dat ni**a da Lova Lova

I'm nastier than thinkin about yo' parents sex each other

No glove no love betta tell yo'xxxx to run for cover

So when lightnin strikes you can be safe on a few rubbers

If you know what I mean

Not everybody's Mr and Mrs Clean

Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger sweat dreams

Girls 'backin dey a** up now they 400 Degreez ha

Hot girl tryin to give to niggaz up on the block girl

Have you screamin STOP GIRL

I rock worlds with my nine inch Louisville slugga

Still wonder why they call me Lova Lova

Self-explanitorium a** valedictorian

I bring em Back to the Future like a 85 Delorean

The Luda ** emporium ON the counter prescriptions

You like my diction and my doctor or nurse convention

I place the stethoscope quite close to yo tittie

And have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly

See me see me ha ha ha

CEO D T P

Infamous 2-0 Fate Forsta

4 ize zy Shondrez zy on da beat

Playa Circle to ya boy College Park ni**a

Virgo ni**a what wha

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