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Ultimate Satisfaction (feat. Field Mob)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Ultimate Satisfaction (feat. Field Mob) was released on January 1, 2006 by Disturbing Tha Peace Recordings, Inc. as a part of the album Release Therapy

Song Details

AlbumRelease Therapy

Release DateJanuary 1, 2006

LabelDisturbing Tha Peace Recordings, Inc.

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM65

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ludacris

Vocals

Misty Fluellen

Additional Vocals, Vocals

Benny Benassi

Sampled Artist

DJ Nabs

Scratches

Shawn Jay

Vocals

Smoke

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Christopher Bridges

Christopher Bridges

Songwriter

Alessandro Benassi

Alessandro Benassi

Songwriter

Darion Crawford

Darion Crawford

Songwriter

Richard Velonskis

Richard Velonskis

Songwriter

Shawn Johnson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Rich Skillz

Producer

Joshua Monroy

Recording Engineer

Graham Marsh

Recording Engineer

Phil Tan

Mixing Engineer

Josh Houghkirk

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Bernie Grundman

Bernie Grundman

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction

Satisfaction, yeah

[Chorus]

Yeah, blow me a shotgun (We 'bout to blow you a shotgun right through your speakers)

Bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun (We breathin' life back into the music industry, man)

Bl-bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun (Ludacris and Field Mob, mouth to mic resuscitation, let's go)

It gives me (Satisfaction)

[Verse 1]

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 **** 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, then it'll give you (Satisfaction)

I've sold the most and no one'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, 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]

Yeah, blow me a shotgun

Bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun

Bl-bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun

It gives me (Satisfaction)

[Verse 2]

I'm the one that went to the gunfight with a knife, and won

Left with his pistol and left him there to die, he tried to run

Just because my verse second don't mean that 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's ever seen

I'm Albany, Georgia's Dougherty County ding-a-ling king

When I'm digging deep in the spleen, I'ma make her cream and she scream

Baby get me hard, like a Snickers bar, I give her (Satisfaction)

The Southern way, no other way, so motherfuck what you say

Y'all had this spot, we took you off the top like a toupee

Of course we kick and pushed in this fiasco like Lupe

Back that ass up like Juve 'cause the South, we givin' 'em (Satisfaction)

Ever since I signed with Luda and them, my chances of losing is 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 gift

We gon' continue to give them a double dose of (Satisfaction)

[Chorus]

Yeah, blow me a shotgun

Bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun

Bl-bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun

It gives me (Satisfaction)

[Verse 3]

Yeah, 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 the answer

You like Snickers with no nuts, no (Satisfaction)

I hustle and flow, I done been 'bout 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 **** they can't fuck with, hot but the flow cold, flip rocks by the boatload

O.G. no see, see me drift off, getcha no dose, Ziploc full of 'dro

Tote big Glocks on the hip cocked, try to play the big shot, get popped with the .44

Don't be the reason they moppin' the floor for, pay me, that's my (Satisfaction)

Food for thought, let me get that guac, 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 'em what you think about your investment (Satisfaction)

[Chorus]

Yeah, blow me a shotgun

Bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun

Bl-bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun

It gives me (Satisfaction)

Yeah, blow me a shotgun

Bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun

Bl-bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun

It gives me (Satisfaction)

Written by: Alessandro Benassi, Christopher Bridges, D. Crawford, R. Velonskis, S. Johnson

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