Ludacris - Spur of the Moment (Pacific Coast Remix) lyrics

[DJ Quik] Gotta keep it a secret (woo!) [Ludacris] Ay man, let me ask you somethin,' man You ever have one of them days where you felt like you mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life? Y'knahmean? Like you just got your paycheck, paid off a car note or somethin'? Just jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muthaf**a wit'cha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkinbout? [DJ Quik] You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note? [Luda] Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party, like call e'rybody you know, don't even plan it, just do it [Quik] In Compton we call that spur of the moment [Luda] Well let's do it, spur of the moment, whattup? [Ludacris] Well you can bring the drinks a little mo' my way More I say, on another hot sunny Cali-forn-I day Just touched down, called up my 8-1-8 For a date with some other bust downs And I cruised up the block, car losed up the top I take the breeze, Quik break the trees Feel good as we flippin through the Robb Report My baby momma ain't trippin on child support [DJ Quik] Well my baby momma is, because she see havin kids As a tool for gettin chips, that's with or without the dip She told my lawyer she's a nurse but she can't spell school Quite frankly she's a motherf**in fool, idiot Welcome to the city where you might see thangs Like real threats, fake breasts, negativity hangs Over the city like a puppet string, pullin you up You think they love you 'til the director yells 'cut' Now they packin you with ice and zippin you up [Hook] It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight [KJ] And for once, in my life, everything's gonna be, alright G'd up, my mind is freed up [KJ] From the day, through the night, everything's gonna be, alright [DJ Quik] Now on Aranbe and Spruce, Seagram's bumpy and juice We used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get loose Not the kind of cats that's out to steal your bag and your j**els But we check your medication just to see if you cool You can't be dyin' on us, after you live off of hemp We party hard, like Ludacris Kim and Shaka and them We in that sunshine state where the bomb-a** Henn be And hemp be, the beats we flip thee and we pimps thee simply [Ludacris] So stay with me, and let's get tipsy Rememberin the days on the block sippin whiskey Runnin 'round grinnin, runnin 'round sinnin Gettin lit, then I wonder why my head kept spinnin But I'm all grown up now, less throwin up now Record blowed up, so my hood's throwed up Now let's break loose cause your boy's around And tonight we gon' celebrate bein alive, riiiiight [Hook] [Ludacris] It's just one of those days, without a care in the world You ain't gotta look mean, I know you care for your girl But she's lookin this way and I'm gonna come get her Fresh haircut, so I'm feelin quite gipper Can't nothin go wrong 'cause my strap's on my back And if fools wanna scrap then my tool will attack But forget the click-clack, ain't no need for the steel Just a straight house party and some meat on the grill [DJ Quik] Now if it's Los Angeles, watch a boss handle biz I'ma put this on my kids, stupid, it's an outfit If you ain't been around the world keep yo' mouth zipped Or you'll be wonderin where yo' house went You see I'm not normal and I'm not a h*mo I'm more apt to shoot a p**no with you in cornrows And call it "More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume 6" And show 'em in the back of my truck, at the Freaknik Trick, what'chu workin with? [Hook] - repeat 2X