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Текст песни Ludacris - Southern Gangsta

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Текст песни Ludacris - Southern Gangsta

(feat. Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ving Rhames)[Intro: Ving Rhames]He's a hustler, unbound by lawA self-made, millionaireWith a wreckless disregard, for the hatersLudacris, on "Southern Gangsta"...A true, entrepre-negro( )CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace RecordsHe expended his empire into multiple profitable businessesIncluding his Thai food restaurant, StraitsInternet sites, WeMix.comAnd my favorite, MyGhetto.comThe MVP, of this rap shit[Ludacris]Luda! I'm a hustler, BALLER, gangsta, CAP PEELERI stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealerI got rifles that blow ya below ya bible beltAnd mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps! (woo!)But you'll be swimmin with the fishesSofter than bitches washin dishes, fool what's the BUSINESS?I'm already rich, so talk mo' figures (yup)Spit 30 large for cigars of you hoe niggaz (oww!)I got gangstas that'll rearrange ya whole faceAnd put your casket on ice, now that's a cold case (ha!)Never forget where you come or that block'll bang youI keep my ear to the STREETS like a cocker spanielI cock and blast you, into outer spaceBreak every bone in ya, you so out of placeBoom without a trace, you a bluff to blockI got some red beams, let's play connect the dots![Interlude: Ving Rhames]He's the biggest boss, comin outta the M-I-yayoStraight from the "Port of Miami"To keepin it "Trilla"Involved in many heated acts of violenceThis goes deeper than rap shitHe's worth eight figuresSo young niggaz, boss upI present to you, Rick Ross, the boss[Rick Ross]I got a letter from the government, the other dayI opened and read it, it said "We want hustlers"Had a Lexus at 18, picture thatGot a Chevy with pictures on it from pitchin crackBitch I know Haitians, we speakin CreoleBitch I'm a D-boy, still slingin kilosI got twenty cars, why exaggerate?It cost me five grand just to fill the gas tanksLove the marble floors, got the Greek pillowsFrontin at awards, real street niggazI used to serve shake, now I serve steaksThree squares on the road, call it 3rd BassBig ass face, chop you in your laugh faceShoot his ass, aim defense is the last caseKeep Jewish friends, the newest BenzYou in a pool of blood, let me see you swim[Interlude: Ving Rhames]Hailing from College Park, GeorgiaAuthorities figured they must have been some sort of mobOr illegal organizationAccording to authorities, they made a quarter mil' a weekSelling {?}, they were some high-rollin hustlersTity Boi, and Dolla BoyPlayaz Circle, A.K.A., the Duffle Bag Boys[Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]Uhh, I'm so sick I wrote this verse in a hospitalIt's an election year, I support struggle(We roll like bicycles, icicle flow)(White liquor, my nigga stay on line with the blow)I'm on time with the flow, not a minute nor second lateAin't no such thing as second place(And every day I live heavyweight, you niggaz featherweight)(Fairytale tellin niggaz really need to take a break)And the estate got a lake for a backyard(The pool room product put it all on my sacks card)For real? (Yeah, for real)I'm ill, I deal, I did, I will(I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity two chains ridin in a two do')Bitches catch kudos (you know)Yeah we move weight like sumosAnd kicks it with them bitches like judoSOUTHSIDE![Outro: Ving Rhames]Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, LudacrisThis has been another episode, of "Southern Gangsta"Thanks for tunin in, what's next for Luda?Well, anything's possible, in the (Theater of the Mind)

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