Christopher Brian Bridges (born September 11, 1977 in Champaign, Illinois), once known as Chris Lova Lova and best known as Ludacris, is an American rapper and actor. He eventually moved to Atlanta, where he would go on to make a name for himself as one of the most prominent Southern rappers. Early years Bridges began his music career as a radio personality and DJ as Chris Lova Lova on Hot 97, an urban radio station in Atlanta, Georgia. He made his recorded debut on "Phat Rabbit," a track from Timbaland's 1998 album Tim's Bio: Life from the Basement. Although both Timbaland and Jermaine Dupri showed interest in signing Ludacris, he decided to release the album "Incognegro" independently in 1999.
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Ludacris
[chorus: ludacris - repeat 2x]
(oh no!) i caught him with a blow to the chest
(oh no!) my hollow put a hole in his vest
(oh no!) i'm bout to send two to his dome
(oh no!) cry babies go home!
[verse one: ludacris]
I got people scared as fuck like when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight
You frostin' like a flake and ludacris feels grrreat!
Who want come face me, face come want who?
And women give me face until they're face turns blue
They can't breathe, dick to mouth recessatation
A tight squeeze witch stops the lengthy conversations
I playstations, duck cops and lose agents
I'm doctor love, i close curtains and fuck patients
When i kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry i'll take a bite out of crime
And it'll hurt if i swallow, but even more if i choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that i smoke
You see i crush cowards, funerals i'll send flowers
And i'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour
[chorus]
[verse two: ludacris]
You see i'm ambidextrous i slap ass with both hands
Delete your first steps, but i'll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my mama said "it ain't worth it"
But i'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perferct
Bullseye, i stunt growth and stop lives
You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies
Bok bok bok i'm shakin your tale feathers
I got big balls, i'm a sac king like chris webber
Luda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble
When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My cars got big tvs and satellites
I got a wheel of fortune 'cause i flip hoes like Vanna White
And the servey says? (kill a mutha fucka now)
Could it be off with his head? (or shoot a mutha fucka down)
Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef
Bullets gather round then i shoot rounds around teeth
[chorus]
[verse three: ludacris]
I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box if i gave 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for words like i beat 'em in scrabble
You see i'm from a small town called "fresh out a cop's ass"
Where mr. head-potatoes are skinned and get mashed
I smell puss from fifty yards
Y'all not playin with full decks as if i jacked out ya jacks and left fifty cards
Catch me in vegas spendin' the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in rome makin some brauds and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em
A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and i'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies
Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies
[chorus - 2x]