Video musicale

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Songwriter
Christopher "Brody" Brown
Christopher "Brody" Brown
Songwriter
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Songwriter
John Wesley Groover
John Wesley Groover
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1500 or Nothin'
Producer
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Producer
Andre "Drizza Don" Bridges
Andre "Drizza Don" Bridges
Recording Engineer
Lukasz Plas
Lukasz Plas
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Testi

Uh, mic check, one-two (go get 'em) Listen close, nigga, yeah Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch Since I was born to touch the mic, the first time it's been a problem Your life was a mistake, your pops should've worn a condom You niggas think you hard, I think you better come harder (go hard) I leave rappers confused, like will.i.am barber Ah, fuckin' with Luda's not a great look A verse'll make your fans, unfriend you on Facebook (get outta here) Click, my styles are goin' into labor So if stars won a war, I'm their daddy like Darth Vader And since I'm always high, it's kind of hard to overlook me For over a hundred stacks, it's kind of hard to overbook me And a whole 'nother house for my cars is on my checklist 'Cause to fit 'em in one garage, is like a nigga playin' Tetris But they say patience is a virtue 'Cause I got your bitch stayin' out way past her curfew (come home) Guess I was a thief, that got away with these words Slangin' chickens out my whip, like I been playin' Angry Birds In a black Rolls-Royce, Dark Knight like Batman Everywhere you turn, the Ghost follows like Pac-Man And I sleep with the John Dillinger And always keep an eye half-open, like Forest Whitaker No, you boys ain't ready for combat Be more worried if I renew my Def Jam contract What path is he on? Opponents, I laugh and be gone They handin' in the towels like they work in Bed, Bath & Beyond But in the midst of all the melee, y'all niggas just bitches with dicks like Sheneneh Your rap styles are phony, your lines are just dead And I be on them lines, like a nigga just played Guess I'm tryin' to say I'm advanced, you intermediate You wouldn't know the real me, if your bitch Wikipedia'd it Just know that I never tried to be hard Probably 'cause Mr. Glock 40's my security guard You'll get chopped like judo Gangs in my hood make you reverse And change your color like the block's playin' Uno And, yes, some of my friends is still sellin' them drugs But I just say they Weight Watchers like Jennifer Hud They show me love That's why I'll always stay reppin' until the death of me Rappers talk shit, but ain't nobody ever stepped to me I hereby command all my fans to inject it Overdose on Red Bull in your veins, if you ever slept on me (wake up!) Yeah, my mind is sharper than a guillotine All the nines extended, from the knuckles of Wolverine Not a X-Man, but, man, I got that X Some of my artists switch labels, but I still get a check The more albums they sell, the more we all win And I can be seen in 30 rocks like Alec Baldwin Or watchin' CBS in a Cadillac DTS I plan to reach the world, man, your plan is MetroPCS (can you hear me now?) I changed my music up 'cause I was gettin' bored You may not like the way I shoot, but my points go on the board My name's still engrained and these books will be the outcome And this one verse is harder than a lot of niggas' albums Peace, fuck out of here, rewind that shit (rewind that shit) Ha-ha-ha, Luda! Ain't shit changed
Writer(s): Larrance Dopson, Christopher Bridges, Christopher Brown, Michael Ray Cox, John Wesley Groover Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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