Cry Babies (Oh No) - Ludacris: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Cry Babies (Oh No)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Cry Babies (Oh No) was released on November 27, 2001 by RAL (Rush Associated Label) as a part of the album Word of Mouf

Song Details

AlbumWord of Mouf

Release DateNovember 27, 2001

LabelRAL (Rush Associated Label)

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM83

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ludacris

Vocals

Scarface

Background Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kasseem Dean

Songwriter

Christopher Bridges

Christopher Bridges

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Swizz Beatz

Producer

Chris Theis

Recording Engineer

Rob Hererra

Assistant Recording Engineer

Pat Viala

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]

(Oh, no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh, no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh, no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh, no) Cry babies go home

[Chorus]

(Oh, no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh, no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh, no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh, no) Cry babies go home

[Verse 1]

I got people scared as fuck like when condoms break

Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak

So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight

You frosted like a flake and Ludacris feels great

Who wan' come face me? Face come wan' who?

And women give me face till their face turns blue

They can't breathe, dick-to-mouth resuscitation

A tight squeeze what stops the lengthy conversations

I Playstations, duck cops and lose agents

I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck patients

When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme

My black ass is so hungry, I'll take a bite out a crime

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke

Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke

You see I crush cowards, funerals, I'll send flowers

And I'm on the overpass, flick pennies at rush hour

[Chorus]

(Oh, no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh, no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh, no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh, no) Cry babies go home

[Chorus]

(Oh, no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh, no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh, no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh, no) Cry babies go home

[Verse 2]

You see I'm ambidextrous, I slap ass with both hands

Delete your first steps, but I'll save the last dance

I just bought some new guns, my mama said it ain't worth it

But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perfect

Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives

And you run with **** that's more chicken than pot pies

I'm shaking your tail feathers

I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris Webber

Luda' take it back to Duck Hunt and Double Dribble

When **** sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels

My cars got big TVs and satellites

I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White

And the survey says? (Kill a motherfucker now)

Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a motherfucker down)

Ground 'round, ground chuck, you're ground beef

Bullets gather 'round then I shoot rounds around teeth

[Chorus]

(Oh, no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh, no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh, no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh, no) Cry babies go home

[Chorus]

(Oh, no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh, no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh, no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh, no) Cry babies go home

[Verse 3]

I kick **** in their ass, reboot 'em like laptops

And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top

You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble

Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble

You see I'm from a small town called Fresh Off A Cop's Ass

Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned then get mashed

I smell puss' from fifty yards

Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I jacked out your Jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in Vegas spendin' the green

I re-up with more chips than a vending machine

Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and sticking 'em

And you'll be at home picking your boogers and flicking 'em

A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean

I'm a grown ass man, and y'all sweeter than sixteen

So go and kick rocks, peons, you're just rookies

Headed downstairs to get you some milk and cookies

[Chorus]

(Oh, no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh, no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh, no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh, no) Cry babies go home

[Chorus]

(Oh, no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh, no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh, no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh, no) Cry babies go home

[Chorus]

(Oh, no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh, no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh, no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh, no) Cry babies go home

[Chorus]

(Oh, no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh, no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh, no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh, no) Cry babies go home

Written by: Christopher Bridges, Kasseem Dean

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