Клип Ludacris - Southern Fried Intro / Blow It Out

Текст Песни Ludacris - Southern Fried Intro / Blow It Out

[Intro] 
Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sistas to stand up 
I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight 
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together 
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya' 
I told ya' how to think about it, 
now I want to tell how to get the thing together 
So come on now and get up to it yall 

[Verse 1] 
The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' 
venom out his body wit' the dopest flows 
And wonder why the line's around the corner 
Cuz the little motherfucker has the dopest shows 
So one time for my independant women and
all the single mothers who be gettin' that cake 
Two times for my dawgs pullin' triggers 
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight 
East coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south 
Then we took it all around the world 
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, 
to little bitty boys ans girls 
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood, 
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode 
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want? 
I even got a little rock 'n' roll 
The most creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal 
[Boom boom] cuz they cant get what I gots 
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad 
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, 
wave ya' white flags, I'm hot! 
And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' rappers in the ground 
Wit' lines that got 'em hooked like dope 
They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin' outta time 
And I'm about to make 'em choke 
Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach 
Let's get arrested for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon) 

Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves 
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'? 
While he doin' shows, I'm in these skreets, know what I'm sayin'? 
While he on tv, I'm in these skreets 
And then my broad, my kid walkin' around singin' it 
Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear 
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level though 
I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O' National 
I got my own record label, you heard of us 
The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real 
Who this nigga thing he is? 

[Verse 2] 
I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' 
outta my mouth at all times 
I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs 
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk 
And it's pimpin' in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk 
Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops 
People in the way wanna baller block 
Little do they know that I'm callin' shots 
And I'm not to be fucked with 
If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then duck quick,
perpetrators can suck dick 
I tried to tell 'em, but they dont wanna listen 
I tried to shine 'em, but they dont wanna glisten,
 while the high hat keeps on tickin' 
And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' 
on the closest fools 
Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant 
make broken rules 
Hear what I'm sayin' or heard what I said 
Hear what they playin', cuz thru this music 
I'ma still be heard if I'm dead 
Call ya' producers, cuz I'm hurtin' these beats 
I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace 
C'mon 

Yeah, folk 
The King of the kings has spoken 
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block 
We bouta let our nuts hang! 
Disturbin' Tha Peace! 
We dont die, we multiply 
We makin Def Jam history 
Thanks for gettin' the CD shawty!