U Got A Problem?(Album Version)

歌詞

Chorus: Y'all got a problem come see me Verse 1: I be that Nigga named Luda Alert, Alert It's the At alien intruder Collage Park water boy spit in the ca cooler I Jam till they Def They call me Slick Dick the rula Women indeed Keep your eyes closed Bold flows C'mon out them clothes hoes Low pros low blows Watch out for them Po Po's And I chose to be that number 1 contender Southern offender Fucking up your whole agenda When I walk you try to run When I run you try to hide You skate at the snap of my finger Call me golden glide It's you and I Do or die Who am I I got a pocket full of family stones Cats think I'm sly Why try You one of those niggas that like to cheat death And I'm one of them niggas that rip out Exersions until there are no seats left You shit and wheat chex And fart out deep breaths While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks (Who Cris aw that niggas aight that nigga cant fuck wit me though let me get on tha mic who tha fuck are you) Verse 2: I be that nigga Bronze Bridges Playas wanna ball but 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 Until y'all pullout ya extensions Y'all in school detention and never come out Man I'll cut your Achilles tenden and put a sock in yo mouth Cause we the shit in the south Fate know what I'm talking about Ya see we Jack and we Daniel Y'all Earl and Ralph Four eyes twirl it out Lick it dry it send it to flames Not even Joshua can come to war wit these games These bitch niggas is lame And coming down wit the rain You all wet behind the ears but its A drought in your brain. And that's just simply and plain main Three W dot shh Man that dude Luda got some hot shh Man shut the fuck up Before you get cut the fuck up (Hold on man hold on lil buddy ya'll talkin bout shawty man shawty up on tha radio stations shawty be poppin man man let his name be known who ya'll talkin about) Verse 3: I be that nigga that lova lova I'm nastier than thinking about your parents Sex each other No glove no love Better tell your dick to run for cover So when lightning strikes You'll be safe wit a few rubbers If you know what I mean Not everybody's Mr. and Mrs. Clean Some get burned like Freddie Cruggers Sweat dreams Girls backing they ass up Now they 400 Degrees ha Hot girl Tryin to give it to niggas up on the block girl Have you screaming stop girl I rock worlds Wit my nine-inch Louisville slugger Still wonder why they call me Lover Lover Self explainectorian Ass valedictorian I bring them back to the future like a 85 Delorian The Luda drug Emporian On the counter descriptions You like my Diction And my doctor nurse conventions Place the stethascope real close to your tittie And have your butt cheeks Redman Like Uncle Quilly