Ludacris

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Ludacris

He has his own charity called the Ludacris Foundation.
He collects model cars.
His trademarks were his braids until he cut them off in 2007.
He did a song with Chingy and Bobby Valentino called Gimme Dat.
He often writes his songs while driving.
In 2007, he made Forbes "Hot Cash Kings" list with $16 million in earnings.
He is featured in the remix to Alicia Keys' song Like You'll Never See Me Again.
He is of African-American and Native-American descent.
Ludacris is featured in Lloyd's song How We Do It (Round My Way).
Still drives his 1992 Acura Legend because it "keeps me grounded."
Is the CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace Records.
Attended Benjamin Banneker High in Atlanta, and Georgia State University.
He is the cousin of singer Monica and comedian Katt Williams.
Has a daughter named Karma.
Was dropped as a spokesperson for Pepsi after a protest by Bill O'Reilly.
Ludacris is 5'7".
Ludacris is nominated for "Best Actor" at the 2006 BET Awards.
Ludacris is nominated for the "Choice Movie Actor – Drama/Action Adventure" for the 2006 Teen Choice Awards.
On June 12th, 2006, Ludacris' "Red Light District" DVD was certified Gold.
Ludacris was the sixth rapper ever to make a guest appearance on the talk show Oprah. He talked about his appearence in an interview with GQ. He said that he was censored and he didn't think that Oprah respected his opinion.
On January 29, 2006, he was awarded with a Screen Actors Guild Award for "Best Cast in a Motion Picture" for his work in the film Crash.
Ludacris received his first Grammy Award with Usher and Lil Jon for their hit single "Yeah".
Ludacris' hit song "Act A Fool," is featured on 2003's 2 Fast 2 Furious soundtrack.
Ludacris' video for "Rollout (My Business)" was nominated for 3 Video Music Awards.
Ludacris is featured in People magazine's "Hottest Bachelors" of 2006.
Ludacris released "Word Of Mouf" at the end of 2001.
Ludacris released his major label debut, "Back for the First Time" in October 2000.
Geto Boys signed Ludacris in 2000 to Def Jam Recordings.
He made his recorded debut on "Phat Rabbit," a track from Timbaland's 1998 album "Tim's Bio: Life from the Bassment."
Ludacris began his career as DJ Chris Lova Lova on Hot 97.5 in Atlanta.
In 2005 was in both Crash and Hustle & Flow with Terrence Howard getting beat up by him in both movies.
Ludacris performed the intro on Madden 2000 for Playstation.

Hip Hop/RNB

How Low

Album:

Battle of the Sexes (2009)

Lyrics:

How low can you go? [8x]

Luda!
She could go lower than i ever really thought she could,
Face down, ass up!
The top of your booty jiggling out your jeans,
Baby pull your pants up,
I like it when i see you do it,
Better then i ever seen it done before,
A lot of women drop it to the ground,
But how low can you go?
Lower then your mama’s ever seen it in her life time,
Never would’ve imagined did not even in her right mind,
Practice in front of that mirror,
Now you doing it on the dance floor,
Mad cause i can’t get wit ya ya just show me how to dance (OH!)
I may not wanna get low so i post it up kinda like a playa do,
But if you come to the crib,
Then i might show you girls a thang or 2,
Yea i think you a superstar wit a ass like that you gotta blow,
Before you make it big,
Theres just 1 thing i gotta know

How low can you go? [8x]

I could go low, (Go low) blow it in your nose,
go low,(go low) blow it in your nose,
go low,(go low) blow it in your nose,
go low,(go low) blow it in your nose,
go low,(go low) blow it in your nose,

I be like Nick-nac-paddywac,
Oh where my kitty cat give a dog a bone,
How many licks does it takes till i get to the center and let a realer n-gga take you home,
I could make me show stop,
Soon as you hear this flow pop,
From A-T-L-A-N-T-A and all the way down to your drop,
Put the needle on a record and i make her get lower than a Lamborghini,
And if she really gettin low then imma shoot a video and put it all on TV,
Cos i like that French vanilla and the caramel,

But when it comes to chocolate,
I know that very well,
Asian persuasion,
no discrimination,
I love how they seen to please us,
I wanna taste them butterican pican peanut buttercups like reeses pieces,
Cause i think you a superstar,
With a ass like that you gotta blow,
Before you make it big,
Well there just 1 thing i gotta know,

Drop it, hit it, dump it, split it,
Don’t stop, (Get it, get it)
Put it on reverse just to rack it up,
Let me put some Luda in it,
Show me what you workin wit,
I’ll show you some of this back row,
Yea you a superstar but theres 1 thing i gotta know though,

My Chick Bad (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Album:

Battle of the Sexes (2010)

Lyrics:

Im saying my chick bad
my chick hood
my chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My chick bad, badder than yours
my chick do stuff that I cant even put in words
her swagger dont stop
her body wont quit
so fool pipe down you aint talkin bout sh-t
my chick babe, tell me if you seen her
she always bring the racket like Venus and Serena
all white top, all white belt
and all white jeans, body looking like milk
no time for games, shes full grown
my chick bad, tell your chick to go home

[Chorus]
My chick bad
my chick hood
my chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
(repeated)
My chick bad, badder than yours
My my chick bad, badder than yours
My my my chick bad, badder than yours

[Ludacris - Verse 2]
Now your girl might be sick but my girl be sicker
she rides that d-ck and she handles her liquor
she knock a b-tch out aaaand fights
coming out swinging like Tiger Woods wife
yeah she could get a little hasty
chicks better cover up there chests like pastys
couple girl friends and they all a little crazy
coming down the street like a parade Macys
I fill her up balloons
test her and guns get drawn like cartoons
Doh, but I aint talkin bout homer
chick so bad the whole crew wanna bone her

[Chorus]
My chick bad
my chick hood
my chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
(repeated)
My chick bad, badder than yours
My my chick bad, badder than yours
My my my chick bad, badder than yours

[Nicki Minaj]
Yo, now all these b-tches wanna try and be my besty
but I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi
trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty
running down the court im dunkin on em Lisa Leslie
its going down, basement, friday 13th guess whos playing Jason
tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy
Its nightmare on Elm street and guess whos playing Freddy
(my chick bad)
chef cooking for me, they say my shoe game crazy
the mental Asylum looking for me
you a rookie to me
Im in dat wam bam purple Lam damn b-tch you been a fan.

[Chorus]
My chick bad
my chick hood
my chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
(repeated)
My chick bad, badder than yours
My my chick bad, badder than yours
My my my chick bad, badder than yours

Sex Room (feat. Trey Songz)

Album:

Battle of the Sexes (2010)

Lyrics:

Ha, welcome to my little sanctuary
You been lookin so good, all day
& you really got a nigga pretty anxious ba-BY
Betta call your boss tell 'em that your daddy's home
Take a couple days off & take it off
& leave nothing but ya tshirt & ya panties on
feelin high but im hung real low
lookin sorta like a tri..pod
so power down yo cell...phone
& power up your i...pod
power down your inhibitions,
& power up your inner freak
"yes! (shit!) fuck!"
is the only words that you finna speak
its about to get real x-rated
can you handle what im 'bout to do?
but enough about me, lemme think
should i be worryin about if i can handle you?
damn right imma get that thang
& imma put my name on it
all night imma whip dat thang
allstate betta put a claim on it
i claim my territory,
my tounge finna mark you up
you could be my firecracker,
my tongue finna spark you up
get ready for blastoff,
waterfalls gon' splash off
you might lose around 4 or 5 pounds
so get ready to sweatcho ass off

Welcome to my sex room!
Where your body meets my body
its our private afterparty
if you want it girl i got it in my sex room!
�Candles and a pole, sets your body to your soul.
From the bed down to the floor.
Sex room!
Mirrors in the headboard, even got a camcorder.
Baby wont you dance in the sex room?
Where your body meets my body its our private afterparty
if you want it girl i got it in my sex room!

Let the candles burn
imma turn these lights DOWN
& when ya body gets hot
it'll get you licked up and iced DOWN
nipples hard as rocks
lips as soft as cotton
you the apple of my eye
& i got you spoiled rotten!
imma get my video camera
lets make a movie baby
you the star so as soon as i press record
you gots ta do me baby!
you could stare all in the mirror
take a peek at how good you lookin
imma have yo body smokin
take a look at what luda's cookin
my arm underneath yo leg
legs all behind ya head is how i gots ta getcha!
right hand left hand on red in the bed
like we've been playin twister
now i got you tangled up
& you caught all in my web
should i let you loose? nah
i think ill get the blindfold instead
you better get a couple towels baby
'cause we about to slip and slide
you dont never need a horse or a saddle
imma give you this dick to ride
imma grant your every wish
& fulfill your fantasy!
aint nobody else allowed in the sex room
its only you and me

Listen to what your body say!
We can do it every other kinda way.
Hit it in the sun up in the shade.
Tell me what it is i gotcha babe!
Baby lets hop up in the shower,
baby let me snatch up off that towel,
let me get a vowel. I-O-U. so I-E-U mean i eat you.
(my sex) come into this room, you know what imma do.
grab my body tight dont let me go!
how you wanna ride just let me know!
in my sex room, all that i wanted!
legs in the air, witcha toes pointed!
so baby welcome to my sex room!

(i got it right here...in my sex room)

Today's Hits

Get Back

Album:

The Red Light District (2004)

Lyrics:

Heads up! Heads up!
Here's another one!
And a - and another one
OOHHHHHHHH!!!

Yeek yeek woop woop!! why you all in my ear?!
Talking a whole bunch of shit
That I ain't trying to hear!
Get back muhfucker! You don't know me like that!
(Get back muhfucker!! You don't know me like that!!)
Yeek yeek woop woop!! I ain't playing around!
Make one false move I'll take ya down
Get back muhfucker! You don't know me like that!
(Get back muhfucker!! You don't know me like that!!)

WHOO!! S-s-so c'mon c'mon
DON'T ... get swung on, swung on
It's the knick knack paddywhack, still ride in Cadillacs
Family off the street! made my homies put the baggies back
Still stacking plaques! (yep!) still action packed! (yep!)
And dough!! I keep it flipping like acrobats!
That's why I pack a mac, that'll crack 'em back
Cause on my waist there's more Heat than the Shaq Attack
But I ain't speaking about ballin, ballin
Just thinking about brawlin till y'all start bawlin
We all in together now, birds of a feather now
Just bought a plane so we changing the weather now
So put your brakes on, caps put your capes on
Or knock off your block, get dropped and have your face flown
Cause I'll prove it! scratch off the music!
Like hey little stupid! don't make me lose it!!

I came (I came) I saw (I saw)
I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (in the jaw)

See I caught 'em wit a right hook, caught 'em wit a jab
Caught 'em wit an uppercut, kicked 'em in his ass
Sent him on his way cause I ain't for that talk!
No trips to the county, I ain't for that walk!
We split like two pins at the end of a lane
We'll knock out your spotlight and put an end to your vain
Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo chain
Then put the booty of a Swisha at the end of a flame

HEY! You want what wit me?!
I'm a tell you one time, don't FUCK wit me!
GET DOWN! Cause I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you!
You want what wit me?!
I'm a tell you one time, don't FUCK wit me!
GET DOWN! Cause I ain't got nothing to lose
And I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you!

Man! Cause I don't wanna do that
I want to have a good time and enjoy my Jack
Sit back and watch the women get drunk as hell
So I can wake up in the morning wit a story to tell
I know it's been a lil while since I been out the house!
But now I'm here, you wanna stand around
running your mouth?!
I can't hear nothing you saying or spitting, so wassup!
Don't you see we in the club?! Man shut the fuck up!!

Ah! We in the Red Light District!!
Ah! We in the Red Light District!!
WHOO!! We in the Red Light District!!
Ah! We in the Red Light District!!
WHOO!! We in the Red Light District!!
WHOO!! The Red Light District!!
WHOO!! The Red Light District!!
Ah, we in The Red Light District]
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Rest Of My Life (feat. Usher and David Guetta)

Roll Out

Album:

Word of Mouf (2001)

Lyrics:

Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!

I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that matchin Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin through?
Man I ain't got nothin to prove, I paid my dues
Breakin the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin 'em, whewwwww!
Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good?
You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?
What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in that BAG?
A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me

Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it?
That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin
The better I'm feelin, the more that I'm chillin
Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin
Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coast meals?
Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels
What in the world is in that ROOM, what you got in that ROOM?
A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives
Now it's time to choose

Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while I'm rubbin the hips, touchin lips to the top of the dick
Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?
What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that CASE, what you got in that CASE?
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to take place at a similar pace
So shake, shake it

Get out my business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, ah
'Cause these niggas all up in my shit and it's my business,
my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, 'cause it's mine, oh mine
My business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass
'Cause these niggas all up in my shit.......

Stand Up

Album:

Chicken-n-Beer (2003)

Lyrics:

Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!

When I move you move (just like that?)
When I move you move (just like that?)
When I move you move (just like that?)
Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back!
(When I move you move) just like that?
(When I move you move) just like that?
(When I move you move) just like that?
(Hell yeah, Hey DJ bring that back!)

How you ain't gon' FUCK! bitch out me?
I'm the GOD DAMN reason you in VIP
CEO you don't have to see ID
I'm young, wild, and strapped like Chi-Ali
BLAOW! We ain't got nothing to worry about
Whoop ass, let security carry em out
Watch out for the medallion my diamonds are wreckless
Feels like a MIDGET is hanging from my neckless
I pulled up wit a million trucks
Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks-ahh!
Pass the bottles, the heat is on
We in the huddle all smoking that Cheech & Chong
What's wrong?! The club and moon is full
And I'm lookin for a THICK young lady to pull
One sure shot way to get em outta them pants
Take note to the brand new dance, like this

Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where the FUCK is the waitress at wit my drinks?!
My people outside and they can't get in
We gon' rush the back door and break em in
The owner already pissed cause we sorta late
But our time and our clothes gotta coordinate
Most girls lookin right some lookin a mess
That's why they spilling drinks all over ya dress
Put Louie Vuitton bras all over your breasts
Got me wanting to put hickies all over ya chest-ahh
C'mon! we gon party tonight
Y'all use mouth to mouth bring the party to life
Don't be scurred, show another part of your life
The more drinks in your system the harder to fight!

Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!

Damn right the Fire Marshall wanna shut us down
Get us out so someone can gun us down
We was two songs away from getting some cutta
Now we one song away from tearing da club up
Move over! Luda got something to say
Do it now cause 'tomorrow' ain't promised 'today'
Work wit me! let's become one with the beat
And don't worry bout me steppin all over ya feet

Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! (just like that?)
Stand up! (just like that?)
Stand up! Stand up!!!!!!