RushLady Luck

<br>[Lady Luck]<br>Uhh, what<br>Lady Luck <br>Def Jam<br>Shutting the game down from the whip<br>To the tunnel<br>You in da club<br>Yo<br>Bang this<br> <br>What ya`ll gonna do when we rush the door<br>Buy out the bar then rush the floor (niggas)<br>Touch ya whore, I puff the raw<br>Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw<br>Don`t trust a broad who rocking the Timberlands<br>Criminal like Eminem don`t act feminine<br>But talk slick and six hit your women friends<br>Ball like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon<br>It`s them again (who)<br>Niggas hotter then you<br>It`s like cop car lights with my rocks in view<br>Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace<br>Chick about them dollars, be a queen like Hollis<br>Rockwilders, pop collars, glock hollers <br>At Any nigga out to stop ours<br>Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots<br>One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot<br> <br>(Chorus) x2<br>[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)<br>All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c`mon)<br>Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c`mon)<br>We keep it hot from wall to wall (c`mon)<br> From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)<br><br>[Lady Luck]<br>I came in the door, said it before<br>Luck getting drunk till I fall to the floor<br>Come back for more, rock wall to wall<br>Ball till I score, then out by the morn<br>How I dip and ride that whip I drive<br>On I-95 getting hed in the ride<br>Me and Root sipping Gin and The Juice<br>Jewelry to loose, jeans hang over my boots<br>You keep think that you bullet proof <br>Till I put to your head give it a sunroof<br>Good God, my whole squad hard<br>And bank accounts is large<br>Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean John<br>Chick shake yo ass like you want some cash<br>Nigga pump it fast like you want some ass<br>We don`t flash, we blast<br>Whip crash, we laugh<br>Got the game on smash, with my sexy ass<br><br>(Chorus) x2<br><br>(Bridge)<br>[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)<br>Watch them boys they riot here (ya ya ya yeah)<br>We came to fight in here (ya ya ya yeah)<br>Turn off those lights in here (ya ya ya yeah)<br>We snatch y`all ice in here <br> <br>[Lady Luck]<br>I said me and my medicine<br>High off Excedrin<br>Luck spit better than half you veterans<br>In a hundred degree whether she got leather skin<br>Never deal with problems if the cheddar ain`t in<br>Let us begin on how y`all never again will win<br>Vodka and gin will have my fist rocking ya chin<br>Smoke till eyes like Lil Kim – slim<br>Light skin, fight men, life very exciting<br>Move like lighting, can`t do the wife thing<br>Keep an ice ring, lips very enticing<br>Look this is my thing, till the fat chick sing<br>I sex tracks with Viagra and ginseng<br>Love to bling bling, your glocks go Bing Bing<br>Mines go BLOW BLOW, hater how you like me now<br>The flow, the style, the dough, will pow<br>For Def Jam, Kev Liles, now it`s critical<br><br>(Chorus) x2<br><br>[Lady Luck]<br>Bounce, c`mon, Def Jam (yeah)<br>(Ya ya yeah) Lady Luck, Roots, Roots (yeah)<br>Cuz-on, cuz-on, party on, party on<br>Uh ya ya yeah (x3)<br>*Laughs*