Текст песни U Got A Problem

- Yeah come see this nigga

come see this ol' light-skinned motherfucker

I seen him and I'm addicted

Disturbin Tha Piece is the click

Please tell these fake-ass niggaz who you are

[Ludacris]

I be dat nigga 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 Dick 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, fuckin 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 shit out wheat chex, and fart out deep breaths

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

[Skit]

- Who, that nigga 'Cris?

Aw dat nigga is aight

Dat nigga can't fuck wit me though!

Let me get on the mic

Nigga, who the fuck are you nigga?

[Ludacris]

I be dat nigga 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 shit 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
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Not even Joshua can come to +War+ wit dese +Games+

These bitch 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 fuck up

Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut the fuck up

[Skit]

- 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

[Ludacris]

I be dat nigga da +Lova Lova+

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

No glove, no love, betta tell yo' dick 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 ass 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, ass-valedictorian

I bring 'em "Back to the Future" like a '85 Delorean

The Luda drug emporium, ON the counter prescriptions

You like my diction and my doctor/nurse convention

I place the stethoscope quite close to yo tittie

and have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly

[Ludacris]

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 nigga

Virgo nigga, what wha?

ahh ahh ahh....

Ludacris U Got A Problem