Bangladesh - U Got a Problem? lyrics

[Intro] - Yeah come see this n***a Come see this ol' light-skinned motherf**er I seen him and I'm addicted Disturbin Tha Piece is the click Please tell these fake-a** n***as who you are [Ludacris] I be dat n***a named Luda' Alert Alert! It's the ATLlien intruder College Park waterboy, spit in the c-cooler I Jam till they Def , they call me Slick Dick Da Ruler Women indeed, keep yo' eyes closed 'bow blows, come on out dem clothes hoes Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po And I chose, to be dat numba one contender Southern offender, f**in up ya whole agenda When I walk you try to run, when I run you try to hide You skate at the snap of my fingers call me +Golden Glide+ Its you and I, Do or Die, who am I? I got a pocket full of +Family Stone+, cats think I'm +Sly+ Ohh why try? You one of dem n***as that like to cheat d**h And I'm one of dem n***as That rip out Excursions til there's no seats left You sh** out wheat chex, and fart out deep breaths While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks [Skit] - Who, that n***a 'Cris? Aw dat n***a is aight Dat n***a can't f** wit me though! Let me get on the mic n***a, who the f** are you n***a? [Ludacris] I be dat n***a Bronze Bridges Playaz wanna ball but go on strike cause of my pitches They think I want they be-itches But I don't want no pigeons yet pigeons can scrub my dishes And y'all don't want no scrubs til y'all pull out y'all extensions Y'all in school detention that'll neva come out Man I'll cut yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo' mouth Cause we da sh** in the South, they know what I'm talkin bout You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph 4-Ize twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames Not even Joshua can come to +War+ wit dese +Games+ These b**h n***as is lame and comin' down wit da reigns You all wet behind the ears but its a drought in ya brain And that's the simple and plain mayne, three w dot shhhh (Man that dude Luder's got some hotter than hot shhh) Well sh-sh-sh-shut the f** up Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut the f** up [Skit] - Hold on man, hold on lil buddy Y'all talkin bout shorty man? Shorty up at da radio station? Shorty be poppin man? Let the name be known who y'all talkin bout [Ludacris] I be dat n***a da +Lova Lova+ I'm nastier than thinkin about yo' parents s** each other No glove, no love, betta tell yo' dick to run for cover So when lightnin strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers If you know what I mean! Not everybody's Mr. and Mrs. Clean Some get burnt like Freddy Krueger, sweet dreams Girls "backin dey a** up" now they +400 Degreez+, ha Hot girl, tryin to give to n***as up on the block girl Have you screamin "STOP GIRL!" I rock worlds with my nine inch Louisville slugga Still wonder why they call me Lova Lova? Self-explanitorium, a**-valedictorian I bring 'em "Back to the Future" like a '85 Delorean The Luda drug emporium, ON the counter prescriptions You like my diction and my doctor/nurse convention I place the stethoscope quite close to yo tittie And have yo bu*t checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly [Outro: Ludacris] See me, see me ha ha ha CEO, D.T.P Infamous 2-0, Fate Forsta 4-ize-zy, Shondrez-zy on da beat Playaz CircleTity Boy, College Park n***a Virgo n***a, what wha? Ahh ahh ahh....