U Got A Problem? Lyrics

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[Intro]- Yeah come see this niggacome see this ol' light-skinned
motherfuckerI seen him and I'm addictedDisturbin Tha Piece is the
clickPlease tell these fake-ass niggaz who you
are[Ludacris]I be dat nigga named Luda'Alert Alert! It's
the ATLlien intruderCollege Park waterboy, spit in the c-coolerI +Jam+
till they +Def+, they call me Slick Dick Da RulerWomen indeed, keep ya eyes
closedKeep yo' eyes closed, 'bow blows, come on out dem clothes hosLow
pros, low bows, watch out for the po-poAnd I chose, to be dat numba one
contenderSouthern offender, fuckin up ya whole agendaWhen I walk you try
to run, when I run you try to hideYou 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 deathAnd I'm one of dem niggazthat rip out Excursions
til there's no seats leftYou shit out wheat chex, and fart out deep
breathsWhile we toss darts at the bottom of y'all
v-necks[Skit]- Who, that nigga 'Cris?Aw dat nigga is
aightDat nigga can't fuck wit me though!Let me get on the micNigga,
who the fuck are you nigga?[Ludacris]I be dat nigga Bronze
BridgesPlayaz wanna ball but go on strike cause of my pitchesThey think
I want they be-itchesBut I don't want no pigeons yet pigeons can scrub my
dishesAnd y'all don't want no scrubs til y'all pull out y'all
extensionsY'all in school detention that'll neva come outMan I'll cut yo
achilles tendon and put a sock in yo' mouthCause we da shit in the South,
they know what I'm talkin boutYou see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and
Ralph4-Ize twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flamesNot even
Joshua can come to +War+ wit dese +Games+These bitch niggaz is lame and come
down wit da reignsYou all wet behind the ears but its a drought in ya
brainand 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
upBefore you get cu-cu-cut-cut the fuck up[Skit]- Hold on
man, hold on lil buddyY'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 otherNo glove, no love, betta tell
yo' dick to run for coverSo when lightnin strikes, you can be safe on a few
rubbersif you know what I mean!Not everybody's Mr and Mrs. CleanSome
get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreamsGirls "backin dey ass up" now
they +400 Degreez+, haHot girl, tryin to give to niggaz up on the block
girlHave you screamin "STOP GIRL!"I rock worlds with my nine inch
Louisville sluggaStill wonder why they call me Lova
Lova?Self-explanitorium, ass-valedictorianI bring 'em "Back to the
Future" like a '85 DeloreanThe Luda drug emporium, ON the counter
prescriptionsYou like my diction and my doctor/nurse conventionI place
the stethoscope quite close to yo tittieand have yo butt checks Red-man like
Uncle Quilly[Ludacris]See me, see me ha ha haCEO,
D.T.P.Infamous 2-0, Fate Forsta4-ize-zy, Shondrez-zy on da beatPlaya
Circle to ya boy, College Park niggaVirgo nigga, what wha?ahh ahh
ahh....