Too many niggas Lyrics
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Too many niggas Lyricsby Ludacris Buy album CD: Other Songs ACT - MA Chorus: I hate it when it's too many niggas Not enough hoes Too many rookies Not enough pros The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y’all can suck my dick I got em whip like miracle Ludacris lyrical fool We dirty south Shut up yo mouth We rock jewels No holds barred But obey the block rules Cock tools put chlorine in record pools Are there anymore like ya Hell nah I treat humans like students Fail y’all So turn your books to page 69 and start sucking When organize drop the track and start ducking When Ludacris get in the bed then start fucking You wanna be starting somethin Get out the booth and let me tell y’all the truth We kick down doors Save all the h20 for front rows Live in the bank and watch what stank hoes Stay chromed out And that’s on or off road If you know what I mean Proceed to stay clean Light skinned nigga turned red but get green Inhale some of that dro but blow steam Love a combination big ass and tight jeans Chorus Boy you done lost yo mind Nah I lost my virginity And I shot quick like that fool that shot Kennedy What’s the remedy Henessy coke If you cut all yo money you still be half broke Ashes to ashes Smoke or get smoked We come by the masses you come and get choked Take me for a fool I’ll take you for a joke Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope So now we eating lobster shrimp and thangs And watch for imposters that’s been in the game We invented the game And y’all just got hipped Man what that smell Probably you’re upper lip Cause I love to walk around like my shit don’t stank Even if its cigars in that purple colored dank Filling in the Gump wit no track of Tom Hanks Go put this in your jaw like weeners and beef franks Chorus I put too much sugar in my Kool Aid And party like a kid wit a high top fade Arrive to a show and I’d like to get paid Arrive to a ho and I’d like to get laid Right up on my back like rugs and floor mats I’m on the right page but what’s my format I wave to the ocean cause I’m where shores at And women go nuts just like my bosack Did you know that Man I’m the gift of change Electric stove so give me the keys to the Range Shagadelic beautiful but strange Went to Magic City saw Nikki in blew flames Rearrange Same braud different night Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right The bomb threaten’ dude that’s on your same flight The highlights that I live a high ass life Chorus
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