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ludakris – cloudy wit a chance of meatballs كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
i hear you talkin’ sh-t, bro you think you’re the heat
please bow down to defeat you’re barely mince meat
stop with the street talk, and start to do the street, walk
lock yourself in and tell me this, how you gonna battle with this sick sh-t that i spit b-tch
see you still flappin’ your jaws, prepare to be thrown in the ocean
in the middle with jaws
or prefer to be served and severed with claws, knock on the doors of absolute death you may
but please be ready for the automatic failures you may make
so take this and wait for another dismembering, remembering
the tethering of your dream and how it was minced to pieces
believe in yourself please, to save you now you’ll be needin’
help from jesus
you think i’m copy, pastin’ please, tell me how you’re actin’ up
better be quite or imma bout to b-tch smack your mouth shut
for good, yeah man talk the hood talk better go back and walk the hood walk you ain’t had the taste of a real g
get back down to your level and prepare to be beat
writin’ on your sheet, like you’re deep please b-tch your weak
you ain’t on my level or a level at all, take a vacation
up the d-mn wall and fall
humpty dumpty, i must be rusty but you better knock the sh-t down if you goin’ against me
i’m hard to beat, you’re hardly cheese compared to these beats and this emcee
you ready, alright, so come on down, i bet you to do it
let’s see if you got the b-lls or if you’re just truant
to me, yeah let’s keep an eye, on your -ss as the heat intensifies
talk to me in a smart tone, prepare to meet your demise
throw you, a hundred million miles is what im finna do
call me son goku
i already told you, what i’m gonna do, finna plow through
yeah man try to tackle a topic more intense then mine
i always rap from the heart, make the fake rappers sigh
but i really really don’t give at all a flying f-ck
my chance of making this sh-t is the same as seein’ a flyin’ truck
or it could all depend on some serious luck
maybe i’ll release a track that is heard my millions
make it big and to the top and make billions
but that’s a dream for another day, i’m here to take you down
don’t care what you say
freestylin’ this rap sh-t to the grave
rap battlin’ b-tches in my spare time for loose change
please, all of you fake -ss rappers are plan
make like like a plane and take the next trip away
far away, from here i don’t need to here your sh-t anymore
i’m tired of it now, next place to be, will be a f-ckin’ morgue
but let me just let you all know this, i’m sick of it, all of it
so listen next time i write another track
listen to the facts i spit, and find it through my old wack rap cr-p
i know i’ve said some sh-t, that know i demise
but just look at my own and, your own life
but this time, through my eyes
i got a couple little b-tches that need a little call out
but i’ll reside, got more and more, don’t get me wrong
now get the f-ck back home and call your mom
continue to rap please, just leave me alone
i’m done hearing wack disses like this
i’m sick of this, listening to this petty as sh-t
b-tch

[verse 2]
happy birthday duriel!
from me and lauren!
my name is mac lethal
(but i’m gonna spit some paler and faster f-cking lyrics)
let’s go!
oh hi!
my name’s mac
ecstasy, cocaine and crack
none of that
i just smoke green
while chinese people eat your cat
roll by on a low-ride huffy
simpsons on and my beer is duff see
cuff rolled up to my cap
cash out the -ss cuz i wrote a couple raps with puffy
gotta be the one to bite the bullet
i’m a sinner but i bet i could have been a better man
i wanna be zen but i go sipping on some medicine
instead of meditation but i get it while i can
i don’t wanna wind up in the gutter with a bottle malt liquor bitter cuz i never got a call
but who the f-ck drink malt liquor anymore?
give me vodka now and start sucking on my b-lls!
motherf-ckers wanna have another personal epiphany
i’m coming with a symphony eliminating everybody/anybody
roll up like a cannibal and bite em like a peanut b-tter apple in a minute
i’mma nibble on a pentagram and every single bitter lamb
is getting so offended i don’t give a d-mn if anything
a mental plan is coming with a visually-integrated ent-ty
and everybody’s gonna get the guillotine
i’m getting cinematic in a matter of a minute
every milligram is devilish the vatican will k!ll it dead
gonna k!ll it til it’s dead, i’mma try to hit’em in the head, corn-fed
midwestern wh0r- bred. she looks so thick and juicy give it to me
in the booty shorts then you gotta get up in the morning n get out
(let’s speed it up – big breath)
never been a counterfeit of nothing
i am just an elevated ent-ty
i’m coming and giving it back
then pumping dump on every instrument with increments of sentiments
and syllables
i lunge i’m livid again
i’m sticking it in their m-ffins
make a couple million i’m hoping to i’m going to
so gimme another reason i should
sit around an not experience
benefits of getting down when all
the drivel that they’re spitting
is so hideous godzilla fear the viciousness!

[verse 3]
i said a hip hop
hippie to the hippie
the hip, hip a hop, and you don’t stop, a rock it
to the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
now, what you hear is not a test – i’m rappin’ to the beat
and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
see, i am wonder mike, and i’d like to say h-llo
to the black, to the white, the red and the brown
the purple and yellow. but first, i gotta
bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
let’s rock, you don’t stop
rock the rhythm that’ll make your body rock
well so far you’ve heard my voice but i brought two friends along
and the next on the mic is my man hank
c’mon, hank, sing that song!
check it out, i’m the c-a-s-a, the n-o-v-a
and the rest is f-l-y
you see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix
and these reasons i’ll tell you why
you see, i’m six foot one, and i’m tons of fun
when i dress to a t
you see, i got more clothes than muhammad ali
and i dress so viciously
i got bodyguards, i got two big cars
that definitely ain’t the wack
i got a lincoln continental and a sunfoofed cadillac
so after school i take a dip in the pool
which is really on the wall
i got a color tv, so i can see
the knicks play basketball. hear me talk about
checkbooks, credit cards, mo’ money
than a sucker could ever spend
but i wouldn’t give a sucker or a bum form the rucker
not a dime ’til i made it again. everybody go
ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)
’cause i’m a get a fly girl
gonna get some spank n’ drive off in a def oj
everybody go ho-tel, mo-tel, holiday inn
say if your girl starts actin’ up, then you take her friend
master gee! my mellow!
it’s on to you, so whatcha gonna do?

- ludakris

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