Ludacris - Everybody Hates Chris (co-starring Chris Rock) lyrics

{*audience cracks up and applauds*} [Chris Rock - Intro] 2010, that's right, we in the future Atlanta, Georgia MILLIONS of albums sold, MILLIONS of moneys rolled I see why +Everybody Hates Chris+ - YA LIGHT-SKINNED b*atch!! (SING ALONG WITH MEEEEEE...) {Cannon...} [Chorus] Say, "fu*k you, Luda!" - (fu*k YOU, LUDA!) Say, "fu*k you, Luda!" - (fu*k YOU, LUDA!) Say, "fu*k you, Luda!" - (fu*k YOU, LUDA!) Yeah, I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+ Say, "fu*k you, Luda!" - (fu*k YOU, LUDA!) Say, "fu*k you, Luda!" - (fu*k YOU, LUDA!) Say, "fu*k you, Luda!" - (fu*k YOU, LUDA!) Yeah, I guess that's why +Everybody Hates 'Cris+ [Ludacris - Verse 1ne] Hey! Okay now, this is for the Gs' and this is for the hustlers This is for the diamonds and the WATCH all clustered Spread 'em like mustard (yep!), canary yellow Now women in my face like "HELLO?" (Waddup?) Yea, I'm sort of a big deal (deal) These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel (wheel) This five course dinner is sort of a big meal (meal) This Bentley GT can make Luda disappear Faster than David COPPERFIELD, mutha-fu*kA! ...Hahaha I'm talkin five star tellys, and Penthouse Suites Yea, I'm just a +Playboy+ between +Penthouse+ sheets (okay!) Hit the club and go and party with some Penthouse freaks (say what?) Party with Britney, Lindsay and Paris together Get in line and buyin bottles that's taller than Chris Webber And makin haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers 'cause my ice gives 'em cold as if they under the weather (cool!) But my women keep me warmer than a POLO sweater - they better (I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+) [Chorus] [Ludacris - Verse 2wo] Hey, now I stay fresh to d**h draped in gangsta fits (okay) Over twelve million sold, I drop gangsta hits (yes sir!) Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips You would swear I'm 'bout to get into some gangsta sh** Oh no! Here comes trouble, my vision is skewed I can only see in doubles, two models, two bottles That'll pop like bubbles, and when I get home {Two...one...zero..} The girls' tops lift off like air space shuttles {Liftoff (*rocket flies*)} (And I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+) It's sixty seconds 'til BLAST off! My car got a face lift and took its mask off Tint so dark it look like I took the gla** off The body was white for eight weeks Befo' I finally decided to take its cast off (whoo!) Now it's blacker than a bottomless pit You talk sh** you'll end up, wit bottomless lip (BLAOW!) I hit a n***a so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit (BLAOW!) Then I be wit Bobby V. on that +Anonymous+ sh** - ya hear me? (And I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+) [Chorus] [Ludacris - Verse 3hree] Hey... (Let's go!) I go for BROKE like TLC The hottest n***a on the mic - yeah, I believe that's me (Me, bay-bay!) Now all the ladies wanna give a lil' T.L.C. (C'mon, girl) 'cause Luda was set for LIFE after three LPs' (Ching!) - Yep! Still countin, still climbin the charts And rappers still talkin sh** like they was rhymin in farts (Waddup?) I cross the finish line twice, they still tryin to start (Nope!) But my infrared beam will make 'em shine in the dark (BLAOW!) (And I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+) [Chorus] [Chris Rock - Outro] I never did like this motherf**er.. The only rapper that, goes to the airport without a gun in his bag {*audience laughs*} WHAT THE fu*k?? You tryin to stay outta jail? How DARE you?! {*audience laughs*} He got six albums, what you tryin to fill up an iPod, n***a?! {*audience laughs*} Ludacris, onstage at the Oscars GET THE fu*k OUTTA HERE!! That n***a onstage at the Oscars I don't like it, I don't like it one motherf**in bit Taking parts, from good actors {*audience laughs*} This motherf**er can't act Ah, "Hustle & Flow" - ni**a, YOU +PLAYED+ YOURSELF! {*audience cracks up and applauds*} n***a...How DARE you?! {*appluads continues 'til the end of the song*}