Ludacris - Everybody Hates Cris lyrics

Sing along with me, [Chorus] Say f** you Luda [Repeat: x3] Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Say f** you Luda [Repeat: x3] Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris OK 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, canary yellow Now women in my face like hello Yea I'm sort of a big deal These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel This five course dinner is sort of a big meal This Bentley GT can make Luda disappear Faster than David Copperfield motherf**er I'm talking five star tell is, and penthouse suites Yea I'm just a playboy between penthouse sheets Hit the club and go and party with some penthouse freaks Party with Britney, Lindsay and Paris together Get in line and buying bottles that's taller than Chris Webber And making haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers Cause my ice gives em cold like they as if they under the weather But my women keep me warmer than a polo sweater [Chorus] Now I stay fresh to d**h draped in gangsta fits Over 12 million sold I drop gangsta hits Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips You 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 The girls tops lift off like airspace shuttles 60 seconds till 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 8 weeks Before I finally decided to take its cast off Now its blacker than a bottom less pit You talk sh** you'll end up with bottom less lip I hit a n***a so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit Then I be wit Bobby V on that anonymous sh** [Chorus] I go for broke like TLC The hottest n***a on the mic Yea I believe that's me Now all the ladies wanna give a lil' TLC Cause Luda was set for life after 3 LPs Yep, Still counting still climbing the charts And rappers still talking sh** Like they was rhyming in farts I cross the finish line twice They still trying to start But my infrared beam will make em shine in the dark [Chorus]