Ludacris

Ludacris - Number One Spot lyrics

[Ludacris]

Yeah baby, heh heh, yeaaaah

(whoo!) Back again (that's right) Luda! Ha ha ha ha (Feel this)

It gets meaner and meaner each time baby

Feelin real good too (holla at 'em man) What up Uncle 'Face!

(Yeah)

I'm a bull in this industry man (tell 'em)

Some would rather run down and get one cow (nah)

I think I'd rather walk down and get 'em all

You know what I'm talkin 'bout right? Look

[Verse 1]

I'm never going nowhere so don't try me

My music sticks in fans veins like an IV

Flows poison like Ivy, oh they grimy

Already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign me

Respected highly, HIIII MR. O'REILLY

Hope all is well, kiss the plantiff and the wifey

Drove through the window, the industry super sized me

Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me

I'm on the rise, so many people despise me

Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!)

It's a celebration and everyone should invite me

Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of a Nike (blaow!)

Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me

My whole aura's so MEAN in my white t-shirt

Nobody light-skinded rapping harder since Ice-T

You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me!

[Chorus]

Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)

I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)

Rappers swearing they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)

But I'm coming for they number one spot! (Alright man)

Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)

I'm coming for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)

Keep it going it won't stop! (What you doing man?)

I'm comin for that number one spot!

[Verse 2]

Yes indeed, Ludacris I'm hotter than Nevada

Ready to break the steering column on your Impala

If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell them holla

In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha

Father, father, and hey I love gold

But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold

Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold

Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled

A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake

Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake

I crush mics until my hand breaks

Then shag now and shag later until these women can't stand

straight

The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy

I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+

Brush my shoulder and I pop my collar

Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars

[Chorus]

Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)

I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)

Rappers swearing they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)

But I'm coming for they number one spot! (Alright man)

Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)

I'm coming for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)

Keep it going it won't stop! (What you doin man?)

I'm comin for that number one spot!

[Verse 3]

Causing lyrical disasters, it's the master

Make music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat Bastards

These women trying yo get me out my Pelle Pelle

They strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!"

Stay on the track, hit the ground running like Flo-Jo

Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo

Ladies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girls

Ludacris sit down and take over the whole world!

[Chorus]

Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)

I'm coming for that number one spot! (Alright)

Rappers swearing they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)

But I'm coming' for they number one spot! (Alright man)

Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)

I'm coming for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)

Keep it going it won't stop! (What you doin man?)

I'm coming for that number one spot!

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