LUDACRIS LYRICS

Do Your Time - Ludacris (feat. Beanie Sigel, C-Murder, Pimp C)
album: “Release Therapy” (2006)

[Intro]
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name (Darren)
This phone call may be monitered and recorded
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up

[Ludacris]
To my cousin Darren Ranch - stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don’t let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike - stay up homie
To my cuz J.B. - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don’t let your time do you

You lookin at a man that would
die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
And I’d definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just to see what he’s seen
But then I’d take ‘em right back to see Martin Luther’s dream
I’d dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it
But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cuz
and every week said he wanna hit the streets
But he never struck a deal cause his mouth will never squeal
Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal
Send some pictures of the fam and nasty pics of Shawnna
If you ever have to leave I got your mother AND your daughter
Born in this way of livin and our youth is stuck
To be safe it’s safe to say the justice system’s FUCKED up!

If you doin 25 to life - stay up homie
I got your money on ice so - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don’t let your time do you
All my peoples in the pit - stay up homie
And until you hit the bricks - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don’t let your time do you

[Beanie Sigel]
Until I went to jail you couldn’t tell me, I ain’t seen it all
That box, a motherfucker - it could stress a nigga balls
Especially when you broke and home base ain’t acceptin your calls
And you don’t hear your name when it’s mail time
Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin back on your hairline
Fuckin {?} will have you stuck in that pill line
Your bitch miss the V-I this weekend
The food in your locker keeps shrinkin, your celly feet stinkin
The canteen ran out of menthols
Can’t see how grown men wash other men drawers
Niggaz play the phone room reckless and get hit with new indictments
Talkin about old connects and new prices
Stress’ll take a young nigga, give him an old face
Or stress’ll take a dumb nigga, give him a new case
That shit I used to tell my walkie
Lil’ Itchy, all he did was smoke weed and drink coffee
I know he miss me

[Beanie Sigel + (Ludacris)]
To my man Lil’ Nell (stay up homie)
To my man Steve P (stay up homie)
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don’t let your time do you
To my man Paul Selene (stay up homie)
To Abdul McKeith (stay up homie)
Until I see you in the streets keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don’t let your time do you

[Pimp C]
Uhh, if your people locked up you need to send ‘em some shit
Cause it’s never too late to stop bein a bitch
A magazine and some pictures is a nigga’s whole world
When I was down them niggaz fell out so I’m ridin with the girls
Cause they got mo’ heart, than them fake ass dudes
They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food
Cause commissary is so very necessary
It’s so close to bein slavery, in Texas nigga it’s scary
I reached out to C-Murder right before I came home
And when him home, let me go I make sure that his books was on
And three months later that nigga came home too
Ain’t +No Limit+ to this shit cause now his dream’s comin +Tru+
I’ma keep ridin with Bun cause UGK will never stop
And I’ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot (yeah)
Biatch, and I’m as trill as you can be
They scream “Free Pimp C” but not see the pimp free (here I go)

[Ludacris] C-Murder!

[C-Murder]
Wake up, roll call, another day gone by
Now put a ‘X’ on November 25 I’m still alive
Open the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walkin parkin million dollar cars
It’s slavery, hard labor, catch the feel
Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it’s real
With a shotgun, burnin at the back of your dome
300 years left, my dawg ain’t never comin home
One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine
Almost died, in Camp Jay{?} nigga, ride or cry
Cream has suicide attempts, Precious took his own life
White boys can’t handle the pain at night
You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your ass shook
And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook
You all in bitch, sit down when you piss
Sweet ass, you a ho, watch I blow you a kiss (mwah)

[C-Murder + (Ludacris)]
To my cousin Jimmy Watson (stay up homie)
To my homeboy Mack (stay up homie)
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don’t let your time do you

[Pimp C + (Ludacris)]
To my nigga Pharoahe (stay up homie)
To my nigga Z-Ro (stay up homie)
If you’re locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don’t let your time do you
To the king Larry Hoover (stay up homie)
To my partner Shan-O you gotta (stay up homie)
If you’re locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don’t let your time do you

[Ludacris]
To the homeboy Shyne - stay up homie
To my nigga Mystikal - stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin it through
Do your time (do your time) don’t let your time do you

LUDACRIS LYRICS

Freedom Of Preach - Ludacris (feat. Bishop Eddie Lee Long)
album: “Release Therapy” (2006)

[Intro]
Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend)
We gon’ do another off in right now
We gon’ do another one in fifteen minutes
And we gon’ do one mo’, right after that
Yes, women you lookin so very beautiful here today
Some of you with the same thang on from the club last night
The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away
Oh Lord Jesus I wish you’d taketh away Sister Mary’s wig
Oh you disrespectin the House of God with that thing
It don’t even look real; aww, it’s testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I’m glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify

[Ludacris]
Lord, please forgive me for the mistakes I’ve made
And thanks for keepin my momma safe when she wrecked my Escalade
See I could replace a Cadillac but I can’t replace my momma
I’m sorry for the hip-hop beefs, we sorry for the drama
But you gotta understand us rappers ain’t never had nothin
And one’s loss is another’s gain so we gotta grab somethin
Lord, got so many questions I need the answers to
And sorry for the thangs I put my baby’s mama through
I feel that women are really the strongest human beings
but why do you make ‘em so emotional, and other minor things
I guess it’s your way of sayin we gotta love ‘em and gotta praise ‘em
cause without ‘em we’d be nothin, plus our kids they gotta raise ‘em
while we, out and about and seein what life has to offer
But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I’m smarter cause of my daughter or I’m just too dense
I’m 28 years old, it just now started makin sense
And I’ve been…

[Chorus One]
Searchin so looooong, I was lost in the clouds
I’m tryna stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud
It took me some tiiiiime, but now I see
That Heeeee resiiiiides, in me yeahhhhh yeah

[Ludacris]
Lord, forgive me for anytime a fan said I was bein rude
I’m only human, I’m not always in the best of moods
But thanks for givin the gift of rap to write my feelings down
And sorry for cursin sometimes but feelings make me shout ‘em out
Forgive the people that wanna blame everything on rap music
If they didn’t live it they can’t relate or even adapt to it
Forgive those who don’t think I’m great and wanna see me go
Forgive Oprah for editin most my comments off her show
Don’t get me wrong, I know some people got a image to hold
But those who criticize the youth might just be gettin too old
We still travellin through life, findin what’s right or wrong
I know some folks may not agree or even like this song
But I’m just speakin MY truth, cause I heard it sets you free
And my conversation’s with God, even though he speaks through me
I’m smarter cause of my daughter, and I’m NOT too dense
I’m 28 years old, it just now started makin sense
And I’ve been…

[Chorus One]

[Ludacris - over Chorus One]
I’ve been searchin so long
I admit that I’ve been lost in them clouds
I’m just tryna stay strong baby
You know I’ma make you proud
I know life is full of contradictions
I’m tryna become a better man
Prayin for redemption, each and every day

(Hallelujah, as the choir sings)

[Chorus Two: sung by choir]
Searchin so looooong (so long) lost in the clouuuuuds (in the clouds)
Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud!
Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee (oh now I see)
Heeeee resiiiides, in me (yeah)

(Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest in the house tonight
Came with some words of encouragement, Bishop Eddie Long)

[Chorus Two - repeat 2X, minus ad libs]

[Outro: Bishop Eddie Lee Long]
What you just heard is real life
It’s real life for you, it’s real life for many
It’s about where you been, yet at the same time you
Ay, you find yourself, in the midst of conflict and turmoil
Yes I’m talkin to you, in the midst of conflict and turmoil
Cause you realize HEY - it’s, time to change right now
And in the middle of that I wanna say this
The Bible says that when I was a child, I spoke as a child
I understood as a child, I fought as a child
Hey, but when I became a man
I put away those, childish things
Did you not know that your environment has shaped you?
Where you were born, in the projects, in the ghettoes
In the upper downtown, wherever it was
The people around you, the things around you
cause you to do strange things because, you were seeking to learn
But what you learned, was on the streets, and not in the book
God called you a prophet
When you open up your mouth, everything of God comes out
And it commands attention, it commands change
I’m talking about the power, that’s inside of you
And in the midst when you’re, starting to understand
that I caught the wrong message, and now it’s time
I’m hearing from God, what amazing experience, as you hear from God
He said, “Is there forth any man be in Christ, he is a new creation”
Old things are passed away, somebody needs to hear that and behold
Everything becomes new, and when everything becomes new in you
It’s time to stop the killing
I said it’s time to stop the stealing
It’s time to stop disrespecting our women
It’s time for us to come home and raise our children
It’s time for us, to really mold our communities
It’s time for us, not to get hooked up in religion
But to get hooked up in relationship, with God
And the amazing thing about it
is wherever you find yourself right now, you can confess
and you can tell God “I’m sorry;
I had the wrong cue, I was doing the wrong thing
I was going after things that I thought were right, but it wasn’t right
And now that I’m getting it right, I’m asking you to forgive me
And I may have done the things, that they said I did
But I’m not, who they say I am; I am who you made me to be
and I’m changing in that, and it takes a few moments
But every time I fall down, I’ll get right back up
And every time I make a wrong turn, I’ll get myself back in line
Because I recognize, I have been called, for such a time as this!”
You can’t resist the change
And you’re not condemned by your yesterday
If you can grab hold of your now, and move in your destiny
Move, change, and be, now!

[Chorus Three: sung by choir]
Searchin so looooong, lost in the clouuuuuds
Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud!
Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee
Heeeee resiiiides (Heeee resiiiides) in me (in me yeahhhhh)

LUDACRIS LYRICS

Ultimate Satisfaction - Ludacris (feat. Field Mob)
album: “Release Therapy” (2006)

[Intro:]

[Voice]
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction

[Ludacris]
Satisfaction

[Chorus: Voice]
Yeah, blow me a shotgun
B-b-blow me a shotgun
B-b-blow me a shotgun
It gives me (satisfaction)

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Can you handle it
808 bang in the back with the woofer like boom boom boom boom
With my foot on the pedal and my hand on my strap
Got the engine like vroom vroom vroom vroom
What’s up, you ain’t never heard a nigga rap like-like this before
I got an addictive flow that’ll give you (satisfaction)
I’ma make you satisfied, even if it kills me
Even if it takes the slower minds, a little bit of time to feel me
Recollect the 15 million I sold, or the 30 times I went gold
And if you take 2 puffs of this dro, it’ll give you (satisfaction)
I’ve sold the most and noone’s close, but I’m not meaning to brag
It’s different strokes for different folks, like Angelina and Brad
Some keep the heat in the stash, put 30 keys in their Jag
And if cops ain’t peepin your tag then you’re gonna feel some (satisfaction)
Pumpin’ out albums like Reverend Run is pumpin out children, here’s another one
So catch me on more 24’s than Kiefer Sutherland
I’m bound to be the greatest, I’m determined to win
Until then I can’t get no (satisfaction)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Smoke]
I’m the one that went to the gunfight with a knife, and won
Left with his pistol and left him dead, the guy he tried to run
Just because my verse 2nd don’t mean I am not the one
When I’m done I’m guaranteed to give you (satisfaction)
I might not be the best in the world, but the best the world ever seen
I’m all been in Georgia’s daughter Conde ding-a-ling king
And when I’m digging deep in the spleen, I’ma make the cream and she scream
Baby get me hard like a Snickers bar I give her (satisfaction)
Yessir there ain’t not other way so motherfuck what you say
Y’all had this spot, we took you off the top like a toupee
Them coke’s been kick and pushed in this fiasco like Lupe
Back that ass up like Juve, cause the south we givin them (satisfaction)
Ever since I signed with Luda and them, my chances of losing are slim
Y’all talk that smack but copycat and do a movie like him
Yessir my mob got that goodie, as if my group had a kid
We gonna continue to give them a double dose of (satisfaction)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Shawn Jay]
Yea Fleetwood drop the bomb, when I rhyme it’s TNT
That’s why my money long as the line at the DMV
When they askin who was that that was snappin I’m that answer dude
Like Snickers bring no nuts no (satisfaction)
I hustle and flow, I done been by my cheese since I was knee high
Weed what you need, hit me I’ma drop off peaches like I’m T.I.
Earvin Johnson gimme that rock and magic cap of Shawn Jay
Dope sold money for (satisfaction)
I been the nigga they can’t fuck with, hot but the flow cold
Flip rocks by the boatload O.G. no see see me get tipped off getcha no dough
Zip-loc full of dro tow big glocks on the hip cocked try to play the big shots
Get popped with the four four
Don’t be the reason they mopped in the floor for payin me, that (satisfaction)
Fool for a dollar let me get that pop, man I need this cream
Where my cake give me my candles, I got sweet sixteen
Now the kid with the cocaine flow got DTP on his necklace
Now Luda tell them what you think about your invest (satisfacton)

[Chorus - 2X]

LUDACRIS LYRICS

End Of The Night - Ludacris (feat. Bobby Valentino)
album: “Release Therapy” (2006)

[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
Baby, I gotta, get you up out of
your clothes, your clothes, your clothes
It’s somethin about the way you move
I just cain’t let go, let go, let go
Baby, youuuuu’ve got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the niiiiight

[Ludacris]
It’s inevitable and incredible, listen, it’s Luda!

By the end of the night you gon’ be wantin to marry a nigga
Cause I make ‘em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver
Get ‘em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillow
Cut ‘em up like Jason, just face it that boy Luda’s a killer
Half man, half gorilla, beatin all on my chest
Pleasin all of your flesh, squeezin all on your breast
Givin you reasons to rest, and ain’t never say no to papi
Wake ‘em up like Folgers cause I fold ‘em like origami
Hey mami let’s get it poppin like Orville Redenbacher
The way you move once you started nothin could ever stop ya
Sweeter than Betty Crocker, and I’m ready to belly flop ya
Just mention today but for now I forever gotcha

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
(Whoo!) Verse two, it’s like this

Gotta get ‘em up out of them clothes, if I throw a couple dollars then pose
We could drink a couple bottles and go, and ride off in the Impala on vogues
And Rolls, gold is all on my neck, all on my wrist
So just let go of yo’ hoe, don’t hog her to death, lend her to Chris
Just for a little while for a little bit
Just wanna see her smile and get the bigger fish
She said that you had a little dick
Now how in the hell can she benefit from somethin like that?
I be up in that cat, make her put a hump in that back
Black, I swing low and sweet chariot, meet me at the Marriott
Key access, I’ll be at the very top
Don’t hesitate to stop the elevator either
I’ll show you the ups and downs, you’ll be my elevator diva

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
All I need is a couple hours baby, for real

Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Loius and Gucci
Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy
Rockin Republic, True Religions and Citizen’s jeans
Your Jimmy Choo’s are so sexy but Giseppi’s is mean
La Pearla lingerie, ya panties and bra matchin
Put down your clothes and I’ll put you UP on the latest fashions
Cause with cameras and action, I’m a deadly assassin
I love your clothes but what’s underneath I love with a passion

[Chorus]

[Ludacris - over Chorus]
Gotta get you outta them clothes baby
Somethin about the way you move
I cannot let go, whoo!
You know you got me open
I just wanna make you mine, haha
By the end of the night, you gon’ be mine
Luda! And Valentin’ the dream

[Bobby Valentino + (Ludacris)]
Don’t leave your girl round me (guard your women fellas)
Said don’t leave your girl round me (Disturbin’ Tha Peace)
Don’t leave your girl round me (yeah, whoo!)
True playa for real, for real, for real, for real
Don’t leave your girl round me
Said don’t leave your girl round me
Don’t leave your girl round me
True playa for real, for real, for real, for real

LUDACRIS LYRICS

Woozy - Ludacris (feat. R. Kelly)
album: “Release Therapy” (2006)

[Intro - R. Kelly]
Whoo… Kel… Chris…
And clubbin on some smooth shhh…

[1st Verse - Ludacris]
Ludacris can’t hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Seeecretsss
and your body I won’t misguide mistreat or misleeeeead it
Hate it up, love it, they can’t cut it, so strut it
Number one shaker, like Vick’s vapor I wanna fuckin ruuuuuub it
Louisville slug it hit em with a right left, its goooooone
tell every last one of ya girls how good it was and its gone be onnnnnn
Soul Train, wood grain, from meeeee
no pain, no gain, its so plain to seee
they be like “I’ve been feelin kind of stressed can you blow my back out?”
and I’m like “Yea but don’t trip if I happen to yank a track out”
when I get done its smooth sailin once I pull that ‘Lac out
next destination I move forward like Jerry Stackhouse
And 1, have fun, when you chillin with Ludi
Slow grind and slow jams while I’m feelin yo booty
we’ll hold hand and hold times when I’m up in that coochie
you so fine I’m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy

[Chorus - R. Kelly]
Got you feelin woozy baby (baby)
And thats hows it gonna be when I take you from the club to the crib
on dubs and I get you in the bed with meeee (in the bed with me)
your so pretty, and so sweaty and so sexy and so ready
girl I’m surprised you this nastyyy
but its cool cuz I always wanted to go down on a girl that reminds me of me
so get upstairs, get yo clothes off and get them sexy legs legs in a ‘V’ (yup)
your vision blurry as if you were seeing two of me (two of me)
you so fine I’m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy

[2nd Verse]
Will YOU, make me feel like I just hit the lotto
other girls I give ‘em a shoulder colder than Chicago
But in ya center I heat it up in the Mourning like Alonzo
and I’d get it, I’d bit it, I’d split it, I’d hit it up in a Tahoe
Bravo, make make make it clap I’d break break break ya back
then tuck tuck tuck you in so you can take take take a nap
then back to makin dividends I’m in the wind
somewhere hot, I stay on islands longer than Gulligan
sippin on a pina colada, little mama I’mma make ya holla
how does it sounds when you makin love on a Million dollars
I can only imagine lets make it real baby
like D’Angelo “How does it feel” baby
I know I talk a lot shit but I can back it up (up up)
Like BBD flip it, rub it down, smack it up (up up)
you so bad when you call me for duty
you so fine I’m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]
Don’t get caught up in the gossip, them chicks is jockin girl
they just jealous, everybody hates when Cris is rockin ya world
hey girl, hey friend, how you doing, where you been
enough of that talkin, lets begin, break it in
shake and spin, take it in, say amen
then I’ll make you say goodness graciouuuus
look me in the eye and make them nasty faaaaaaaces
I’m so glad that your body’s so juicyyyyy
you so fine I’m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly ad libs]
Giiiirl, said your body is what I want (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy)
I’ll be making scream and mooooan (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy)
Girl lets get on up out this club (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy)
Oooh get you to my hoooome

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