Ludacris - U Got A Problem Lyrics:
Yeah come see this ni**a
Come see this ol` light skinned mothaf**ka
I seen him and I`m addicted
Disturbin` tha peace is the click
Please tell these fake ass ni**as who you are

I be dat ni**a named Luda`
Alert alert it`s the atllien intruder
College park water boy, spittin` in tha c-cooler
I jam till they deaf, they call me slick dick da ruler
Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed
`Bow blows, come out dem clothes hoe
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 skated the snap of my finger
Call me golden gley
Its you and I, do or die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I`m sly

Oh why try, you one of dem ni**az that like to cheat death
And I`m one of dem ni**az that rip up excursions
Til there is no seats left
You s**t out wheat chex and fart out deep breaths
While we toss darts at the bottom of y`all V-necks

Who?
Dat ni**a cries?
Oh dat ni**a is aight
Dat ni**a can`t f**k wit me thou
Let me get on da mic
Ni**a, who da f**k are you ni**a

I be dat ni**a bronze bridges
Playaz wanna ball or go on strike `cause of my pitches
They think I want they bitches
But I don`t want no pigeons
Yet pigeons can scrub my dishes
And y`all don`t want no scrubs till y`all pull out y`all extensions

Y`all in school detention that`ll Neva come out
Man I`ll catch yo Achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
`Cause we da s**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 dis games

These bitch ni**az is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya brain
And dats tha simple and plain man
Three W dot shh
(Man dat dude lauder`s got some hotter than hot shh)
Well sh-sh-shut da f**k up
Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut da f**k up

Hold on man
Hold on lil buddy
Y`all talkin` `bout shorty man
Shorty up at da radio station man?
Shorty be poppin` man?
Man, let the name be known
Who y`all talkin` `bout

I be dat ni**a dat 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 lightening strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers
If you know what I mean
Not everybody is Mr and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
Girls backin` dey ass up now they 400 degrees ha

Hot girl, tryin` to give to ni**az up on da block girl
Have you screamin` "Stop girl"
I rock worlds with my 9 inch louieville slugga
Still wonder why they call me lova lova
Self Explainatruim
Ass Valedictorian
I bring `em back to da future like a `85 Delirium

Da Luda drug emporium
On da counter prescription
You like my diction
And my doctor nurse convention
I put da stethoscope quite close to yo tittie
Have yo butt checks red man like Uncle Quilly

See me, see me
Ha ha ha
C E O
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
Ahh ahh ahh

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