Blow It Out

I never used to snore in my sleep

Till this rap shit started

Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted

Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it

And y'all think I'm gon' stop? (Blow it out your ass)

In one year I got rich, now life's movin' so fast

But bein' broke with no food is just a thing of the past

Plus I'm the new phenomenon, like white women with ass

And y'all praying that I'll flop? (Blow it out your ass)

In New York, I buy clothing, in Cali I get green

Atlanta, I get sleep, in Texas I sip clean

All these rappers want to know

What I'm gettin' for sixteen

Try 80, want a discount?

Blow it out your ass!

See in just six months, I infiltrated the system

If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed 'em

**** hate givin' me props, 'cause I might

Use it against 'em

C'mon, get Ludacris out

Blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone

If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home

And if you mad that I'm right, punk, wish me wrong

But after your three wishes

Blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone

If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home

And if you mad that I'm right, punk, wish me wrong

But after your three wishes

Blow it out your ass

It's time to saddle up the Tontos, 'cause I'm the Lone Ranger

I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers

I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer

If you ever think of stopping me

Blow it out your ass

I'm a hustler by nature, but criminal by law

And charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall

Next year I'm lookin' into buyin' Greenbriar Mall

You prolly own a lot of property

Blow it out your ass

C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic balls!

Plus his money keeps flowin' like Niagara Falls

We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws

I'm 'bout to go on vacation

Blow it out your ass

Shout out to Bill O'Riley I'ma throw you a curve

You mad 'cause I'm a thief and got a way with words

I'ma start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves

Pepsi's the new generation?

Blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone

If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home

And if you mad that I'm right, punk, wish me wrong

But after your three wishes

Blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone

If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home

And if you mad that I'm right, punk, wish me wrong

But after your three wishes

Blow it out your ass

My black people show me love when I'm up on the block

And latinos always waitin' for my CD's to drop

White people love the flow, they say

Dude, you fucking rock

Your fans are my fans, right?

Blow it out your ass

To find my album in the stores, just look for the white steam

Rip it open, play it, and your mama might scream

It's hard, other albums are softer than ice cream

Your scans are my scans, right?

Blow it out your ass

Now Lud' is throwin' up A's, and I'm lightin' up L's

Around the globe gettin' paid, you home bitin' your nails

DTP the only label that practice fightin' ourselves

We prolly gettin' on yo' nerves, huh?

Blow it out your ass

I been eatin' and gettin' fat while y'all dyin' of hunger

I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer

Watch out, my album's puttin' up McDonalds numbers

You over sex million served, huh?

Blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone

If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home

And if you mad that I'm right, punk, wish me wrong

But after your three wishes

Blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone

If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home

And if you mad that I'm right, punk, wish me wrong

But after your three wishes

Blow it out your ass

Blow it out your ass

Whoo