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U Got a Problem?
10.539
Hip-Hop/Rap
U Got a Problem? è stato pubblicato il 17 ottobre 2000 da RAL (Rush Associated Label) come parte dell'album Back for the First Time
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Data di uscita17 ottobre 2000
EtichettaRAL (Rush Associated Label)
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM82

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
Shondrae Crawford
Shondrae Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Mike Wilson
Mike Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Shondrae Crawford
Shondrae Crawford
Producer

Testi

[Intro]
Yeah, come see this ****
Come see this ol' light-skinned motherfucker
I seen him and I'm addicted
Disturbing tha Peace is the clique
Please tell these fake-ass **** who you are
[Verse 1]
I be that **** named Luda
Alert, alert, it's the ATLien intruder
College Park waterboy, spit in the cooler
I Jam till they Def, they call me Slick Dick the Ruler
Women, indeed, keep your eyes closed
'Bow blows, come on out them clothes, ho
Low pros, low blows, watch out for the po-po
And I chose to be that number one contender
Southern offender, fuckin' up your whole agenda
When I walk, you try to run, when I run, you try to hide
You skate at the snap of my finger, call me Golden Glide
It's you and I, do or die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm sly
Oh, why try? You one of them **** that like to cheat death
And I'm one of them **** that rip out Excursions till there's no seats left
You shit out wheat Chex, and fart out deep breaths
While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks
[Refrain]
Who, that **** 'Cris?
Oh, that ****'s alright
That **** can't fuck with me though
Let me get on the mic
****, who the fuck are you, ****?
[Verse 2]
I be that **** Bronze Bridges
Players wanna ball but go on strike 'cause of my pitches
They think I want they bitches
But I don't want no pigeons, yeah, pigeons can scrub my dishes
And y'all don't want no scrubs till y'all pull out y'all extensions
Y'all in school detention and'll never come out
Man, I'll cut your achilles tendon and put a sock in your mouth
'Cause we the shit in the South, Fate know what I'm talkin' about
You see, we Jack and we Daniel, 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 with these games
These bitch **** is lame and coming down with the reigns
You all wet behind the ears, but it's a drought in your brain
And that's the simple and plain, man, Three-W dot, sh-
Man, that dude Luder's got some hotter than hot, shh
Well, shut the-, shut, shut the-, shut the fuck up
Before you get cut the fu-, cut the fu-, cut the fuck up
[Bridge]
Hold on, man, hold on, lil' buddy, y'all talkin' 'bout shorty, man?
Shorty up at the radio station? Man, shorty be poppin', man
My man, let the name be known, who y'all talkin' 'bout?
[Verse 3]
I be that **** that love a lover
I'm nastier than thinkin' about your parents sex each other
No glove, no love, better tell your dick to run for cover
So when lightning strikes, you'll be safe on a few rubbers
If you know what I mean
Not everybody's Mr. and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweet dreams
Girls backin' they ass up, now they 400 Degreez, ha
Hot girl, tryin' to give it to **** up on the block, girl
Have you screamin', "Stop, girl"
I rock worlds with my nine-inch Louisville slugger
Still wonder why they call me lover, lover
Self explainatorium, ass valedictorian
I bring 'em back to the future like an '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 your titty
And have your butt cheeks red, man, like Uncle Quilly
[Outro]
See me, see me
CEO, DTP
Infamous 2-0
Fate Forrester
4-Eezy
Shondreezy on the beat
Playaz Circle, Tity Boi
College Park, ****
Virgo, ****, what, what?
Written by: Christopher Bridges, Shondrae Santiago
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