Ludacris - Get it Right lyrics

[Ludacris] Uhh...Iight Ok... I can see we only messin with big money right about Now Count that...Ludacris Roll the dutches, and bust the spades P-H-I to A-T-L...uh-huh Bounce bounce, how we gonna do it? Disturbing the peace, actin in complete Mogey Whas up? [Dutch] I know you b**hes smell money I know you see them wheels on that six hundred I see you peepin my shine The way I'm livin, way I'm glisten I'm a pimp and I can't quit it (nah-ah) Don't ever forget it And baby if I'ma digits I'm hell of persistent So whether beef or a cellie Hit me, we could get petty I turn n***as into veggies Over sauce with the spaghetti I'm raw, you won't forget me wit cars With two seat Bentleys, I'm all What could you tell me, two deals under my belly And anytime its war, I'm down down like Nelly Throw round rounds and scullies Smoke pounds pounds of scully Judges who try to jail me s**in dick and watchin tele I'm gone [Chorus 2x: Dutch (girl singing)] Tell me what you want (want) Tell me what you like (like) Oh you wanna roll? Let's take a flight (flight) Everything's all right (its all right) You with Ludacris and Dutch and Spade tonight (Spade Dutch Spade) Everything is tight Gotta get it right (all right) Go get it right, gotta get it right (all right, its all right) [Spade] Bounce, if you feelin this here All my n***as throw your steel in the air Yo its trouble round here What you n***as ain't heard? Spade from the P-H Major Figgas the word You n***as fake grind Y'all sit on the bird I got work and I'm waitin to serve It's the herbs on the curb with the word Wishin I stop Want war? Load the clip in the Glock (ah) We live in a world where love ain't love And blood ain't blood, and a thug ain't a thug Man, I ain't got a thing on this earth Juvenile incarceration only made me change for the worse But I'm still alive, and I will survive Low profile parolees on an all steel five I'ma maintain, surround myself with real guys To my n***as on the block on a peal for they lives I'm gone [Chorus 2x] [Ludacris] Who am I? (ah ah) The little n***a with the golden touch L-U to the D-A And I'm right on time Mother f**ers wanna hate From the people on the top to the P-J's But I'm out for mine I give a f** about you (you), you, him, her Or that n***a over there Cause the things that I do (do), do, to him, and her Will have a lot of people scared, so I do what I gots ta As a College Park mobsta Eat scrimps and lobsta But when I rock her State that I'ma renegade And your heart pump fos-ter See a doctor, cardiologist When you open that, then I'm lockin this When you recordin that, then I'm droppin this When you tote that, then I'm co*kin this n***a what [Chorus 4x]