LUDAKRIS - Cloudy Wit a chance of Meatballs lyrics

[verse 1] I hear you talkin' sh**, 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** that I spit b**h 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 d**h 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**h 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**h your weak You ain't on my level or a level at all, take a vacation Up the damn wall and fall Humpty Dumpty, I must be rusty but you better knock the sh** 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 balls or if you're just truant To me, yeah let's keep an eye, on your a** 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** My chance of making this sh** 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** to the grave Rap battlin' b**hes in my spare time for loose change Please, all of you fake a** 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** anymore I'm tired of it now, next place to be, will be a f**in' 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 crap I know I've said some sh**, 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**hes that need a little call out But I'll reside, got more and more, don't get me wrong Now get the f** 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** b**h [verse 2] Happy Birthday Duriel! From me and Lauren! My name is Mac Lethal (But I'm gonna spit some paler and faster f**ing lyrics) Let's go! Oh hi! My name's Mac Ecstasy, c**aine 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 a** 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** drink malt liquor anymore? Give me vodka now and start s**ing on my balls! Motherf**ers 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 bu*ter apple in a minute I'mma nibble on a pentagram and every single bitter lamb Is getting so offended I don't give a damn if anything A mental plan is coming with a visually-integrated entity 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** it DEAD Gonna k** it til it's dead, I'mma try to hit'em in the head, corn-fed Midwestern who*e 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 entity 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 muffins 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 hello 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 s**er could ever spend But I wouldn't give a s**er 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?