Ludacris - Stop Trippin lyrics

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Ludacris - Stop Trippin lyrics

[Intro: Ludacris] Ha ha yeah uh uh uh uh Ludacris, Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz drop it [Chorus: Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz] What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, What's up! Stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop Trippin ho, stop trippin Ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho! Shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it Shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it Shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it Shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it [Verse 1: Ludacris] A, fu*k hoes, that's how I start my rhyme off So take your a** to the doctor, hold your balls and cough I take one to the head piece you take one to the dome Click your heels GO HOME Me and the rush we up in the back getting HIGH I represent C.P. South Side until I DIE And the haters want to know why I'm that n***a with the clout It's because I'm coming in like toilet paper is running out And I'm all about the paper when I'm coming from the heart I get up in some a**, then break wind like a fart From the start to the finish, diminish them in my spare time Messing with hoes whose legs go back further than your father's hairline Hit down when I get down make them sit down catch a fit now Fussing and I'm cussing when I'm busting now who's the sh** now ME And I'm trying to let them know just how I'm flipping Disturbing Tha Peace, tell these hoes to quit (trippin hoe) [Chorus: Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz] [Verse 2: Daddy T] Roll out the red carpets, let the game begin Daddy T coming through to f** all your freaky friends Because every day is the same thing, baby I'm a player Hit me on the beeper, hell yeah on my cell Pick her up knock her down and drop her back out Why you waiting on that b**h trying to stay in the house? I'm going to keep stabbing though stabbing though Because your b**h is my trick Why you kissing that hoe there for s**ing my dick? Because I don't give a f** because I got a block of s** Ready to get my nuts so Daddy T can catch a nut Then it's back to the crib then let my pimping rest up Because I got another n***a hoe to make me catch a nut While y'all s**ers throwing stuff about these hoes that bringing out the hen f** it, in the back of baby body Benz See I expose these hoes for the freaks that they be, so enemies try to act Sharp, sharp [Chorus: Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz] [Verse 3: Lil' Chris] No matter where I'm at, no matter where I go It's just like this on and off the road I let them s**ers get mad, players keep playing f** all those who don't like what I'm saying Get tricked if you want to, better learn the game Because all around the world it's the same old thing They thinking them hand cuffs going to keep me from getting they hoes You can lock them in the safe, I'm going to break the code Can't change no freak, this sh** forever She's going to sneak and do it anyways, so you might as well let her How you figure because she's pregnant she starts f**ing, you crazy? Y'all is still coming through and feeding the baby Better believe I dig them down every chance I get But don't quote me b**h because I ain't said sh**, said sh**, said sh**... [Chorus: Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz] [Verse 4: Lil' Chris, (Ludacris)] I rolled out the headville (uh huh) pulled up in tight pocket (what) Pushed up on a tight little something and just had to knock it In the biginning we was tripping and sh** (uh huh) I was showing old girl how to line up a stick (ha ha) She got happy when she hit that not in the side, (what) gave me a hug And I was ready to f** Because her body was so soft I'm thinking guaranteed cutting, going to knock her off Play my hand right What's up let's hit this honeycomb hide-out Tell your friends your with me and let's ride out (ride out!) But you know they had a fat girl in the bunch (uh huh) Talking sh**, I'm about to punch her a** in the stomach (ha ha) I understand big girl wants to nut (yeah) All she had to do was ask, I would have f**ed (ha) Discrimination ain't in Lil' Chris (Lil' Chris!) Everyboby know mad bagging they don't want it [Chorus: Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz] [Outro: Ludacris] Ludacris, Daddy T, Backdoor Joey, Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz, DJ Smurf Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop