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Ludacris

Cry Babies (Oh No)

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[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 breakOr how your heart deals with eatin` eighty pounds of steakSo put your belly on a plate and watch your weightYou 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 blueThey can`t breathe, dick to mouth recessatationA tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversationsI Playstations, duck cops and lose agentsI`m Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck patientsWhen I kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhymeMy black ass is so hungry I`ll take a bite out of crimeAnd it`ll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I chokeNeighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smokeYou see I crush cowards, funerals I`ll send flowersAnd I`m on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour[Chorus][Verse Two: Ludacris]You see I`m ambidextrous I slap ass with both handsDelete your first steps, but I`ll save the last danceI just bought some new guns my mama said "it ain`t worth it"But I`m at the shooting range just `cause practice makes perferctBullseye, I stunt growth and stop livesYou run with niggas that`s more chicken then pot piesBok bok bok I`m shakin your tale feathersI got big balls, I`m a SAC King like Chris WebberLuda` will take you back to duck hunt and double dribbleWhen niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickelsMy cars got big TVs and satellitesI got a Wheel of Fortune `cause I flipped O`s like Vanna WhiteAnd 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 beefBullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth[Chorus][Verse Three: Ludacris]I kick niggas in they`re ass reboot `em like laptopsAnd they wouldn`t even box if I gave `em a flat topYou punks pucker and pout, bicker and babbleNow they all lost for words like I beat `em in ScrabbleYou see I`m from a small town called "Fresh out a cop`s ass"Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashedI smell puss from fifty yardsY`all not playin with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cardsCatch me in Vegas spinnin` the greenI re-up with more chips than a vending machineThen you can catch me in Rome, mackin` some broads and stickin` `emAnd you`ll be at home picking your bougars and flicking `emA drug dealer`s dream, so fresh and I`m so cleanI`m a grown ass man and you`re sweeter than sixteenSo go and kick rocks peons you`re just rookiesHeaded down stairs to get you some milk and cookies[Chorus] - 2X

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