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Hip Hop Quotables

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Hip Hop Quotables

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High my name's Ludacris and im high as girrafes (yeah)

And im close to the edge so your parents can come push me

I curse somuch just to get on they nerves

I got kids actin a fool from the traps to the burbs

My filthy mouf that wont fight cavities or beat plaque

So i shot the tooth fairy (aahhh) and took my old teeth back

I'll take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater

And make Government officials breath harder than Darth Vader

Its the chicken & the beer that make Luda keep rappin

put no pork on my fork i dont even speak pig Latin

I go fishen on my lake wit your bitch as the bait

Plus i eat many MC's but i dont gain no weight

The number 1 cheif rocker clean out your rap lockers

Im as stiff as a board your more shook than maracas

But my tricks aint for kids if you dig em' you'll get smaked

I'll clock yah, i'll spring forward you fall back (whoo)

Every album that i drop has got more than ten bangers (yeah)

Thats cause im a shot caller and ya'll fools is crank yankers (bells)

Aint a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain

I get chicks from Portland Oregan to Portland Mayne

Now i role up torpedoes, get blunted wit rastas

For a hefty fee im on your record like Bob Castas (yeah)

I own so many jerseys, im a throw-back mess

I hit the cleaners an tell em' "i want a full court press" (owe)

So mama toast yah glass while im countin my cash

Cause every single is a smash, im hot as a camals ass (ha)

The competition never just wanna admit that they lost

And that they last about as long as my part in The Wash

From your car to a crap game no one roles witchu

One of MiniMe's shoes got more soul than you (ok)

So by the time you figur out why your record aint spinnin

Im in the strip club smokin, wit Presedent Clinton (cough cough cough)

So stand clear of the long side-burns and gold teeth (teeth)

They make the mold of the penis enlarger off me (me)

I'll be in another when i hit from the back (back)

Not to mention my refridgerators taller than Shaq (yeah)

So yippie ka ye yippie ya ya yo (yo), if you cant swim dont smoke my hydro (dro)

I've been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on

But alotta ya'll are more stuck up than tampons (whoo)

So wash all you sins away and stop playin (yeah)

If God's line is busy you might have to two way him (uh hmm)

And catch me in your back yard playin crokay

And im drunk im tellin kids "drugs are bad umm-kay"

Or watch me swing my chains at the Rascals of Peko

Got seven cars get all my rims at chrome depo

And people think im bad they say "ooh he's so evil"

Cause i go on blind dates with actual blind people (owe)

But my albums out the store, yours be on the shelf (uh hmm)

I heard you masterbate alot so ya'll keep to yourself

Cause these women want a man to stay up and stay strong

Like the NBA, you gotta play hard or go home

All that shit that ya'll talkin ya'll can pop it to them

Cause Ludacris will beat you down with a prosthetic limb

I'll put my foot so deep in your ass that you can smell it

And your breath'll turn to Footlocker water repelant

Im the man i got money far as the eyes can see

And im in a group i split do wit me me and me

Somuch money in my jewlery that im damn near sorry

So ima trade my earings in, and get a Ferrari (whoo)

I buy cars wit straight cash, have meetins wit Donald Trump

Yall meet wit Honda, no payments for 12 months (uh huh)

Take a look at your life and no wonder your so sad

Ya'll put up wit more shit than a colostomy bag

ha ha ha (fool)

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