Number One Spot
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Текст песни Ludacris - Number One Spot
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[Ludacris - imitating Austin Powers] <br />Yeahhhh baby, heh heh, yeahh! <br /><br />[Ludacris] <br />Back again (that's right) Luda! Ha ha ha ha (Feel this) <br />It gets meaner and meaner each time baby <br />Feelin real good too (holla at 'em man) What up Uncle 'Face! (Yeah) <br />( )<br />I'm a bull in this industry man (tell 'em) <br />Some would rather run down and get one cow (nah) <br />I think I'd rather walk down and get 'em all <br />You know what I'm talkin 'bout right? Look <br /><br />[Verse 1] <br />I'm never goin nowhere so don't try me <br />My music sticks in fans veins like an IV <br />Flows poison like Ivy, oh they grimy <br />Already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign me <br />Respected highly, HIIII MR. O'REILLY <br />Hope all is well, kiss the plantiff and the wifey <br />Drove through the window, the industry super sized me <br />Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me <br />I'm on the rise, so many people despise me <br />Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!) <br />It's a celebration and everyone should invite me <br />Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!) <br />Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me <br />My whole aura's so MEAN in my white tee <br />Nobody light-skinded reppin harder since Ice-T <br />You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me! <br /><br />[Chorus] <br />Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?) <br />I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright) <br />Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) <br />But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man) <br />Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?) <br />I'm comin for that number one spot! (Woo, hey) <br />Keep it goin it won't stop! (What you doin man?) <br />I'm comin for that number one spot! <br /><br />[Verse 2] <br />Yes indeed, Ludacris I'm hotter than Nevada <br />Ready to break the steerin column on yo' Impala <br />If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla <br />In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha <br />Father, father, and hey I love gold <br />But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold <br />Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold <br />Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled <br />A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake <br />Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake <br />I crush mics until my hand breaks <br />Then shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straight <br />The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy <br />I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+ <br />Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar <br />Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars <br /><br />[Chorus] <br /><br />[Verse 3] <br />Causin lyrical disasters, it's the master <br />Make music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat Bastards <br />These women tryin yo get me out my Pelle Pelle <br />They strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!" <br />Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin like Flo-Jo <br />Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo <br />Ladies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girls <br />Ludacris sent down to take over the whole world! <br /><br />[Chorus]