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rap city freestyle - ludacris lyrics

[verse 1: big tigger]
rap city, the bas-m-nt
big tigger, off the top, freestyle, no replacement
with my man ludacris, and i-20
coming on down every week and scooping honeys
you know how it go but please abstain from testing us
the alb-m called the golden grain
dtp, watch the kids flow, step out the way
and let my man ludacris come through with the flow

[verse 2: ludacris]
i see some fools ain’t smart ‘cause they going against me
i been rapping since tyson punched soda popinski
on a whole ‘nother level, i p-ss the elite
you can ask red and meth, i’ll rip a casio beat
ribbit! chicks dig it, long as my clique spit it
my cadillac truck gets lower than six midgets
it’s wood, kid-id, cars for six digits
i’ll rip ya eye out and play foos-ball with it
girls see me, they holler and holler hard
so much money, i’m ‘bout to buy college park
my records just play, i don’t need payola
long as my eyes stay redder than crayon crayolas
and drill the player-hater, you hardly stacking
when you see me, don’t say nothing like charlie chapman
ludacris, mmm! “velvet jones”
aka “slap a trick with a cellular phone”
i’m carrying chrome, bullets headed straight to your dome
i dig my cradle from my grave, bury my bones
it’s scary alone, scarier than hesitant people
gotta smoke a lot of good, ‘cause my residence evil
my weapons are lethal, lethal like murtaugh/riggs
after i blast you, i’ma hurt y’all kids
when they see me in the street, parents blast and boo me
tvs in my ‘lac are showing nasty movies
and all i gotta do is make a hillandale call
i’m big, you smaller than avondale mall

[break: ludacris]
what! what! what!
i-20, what’s up? what’s up? what’s up?

[verse 3: i-20]
yeah, after ground, i hit you, put you under the street
the only peace that i know is hidden under my seat
disturbing tha peace, we selling out, you still on the shelf
2-0, i’m pee wee herman, man, i’m feeling myself
you feeling my wealth? check it, dog, here comes the cream
so many throwbacks, you’d swear i got a time machine
know what i mean? jump in the big-body benz and
car been stopped with the rims still spinning
it’s information infamous, i keep an infrared
ducking d.a., neglecting off to never mess with feds
i’m all about the bread, chrome to ya head, i bust it down
people call my style “monogamy,” ‘cause i don’t mess around
yeah!

[outro: big tigger & ludacris]
i-dub!
tryna replace me in the worst way
shoutout to jt, it’s his d-mn birthday
what! golden grain, baby!

- ludacris lyrics

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