U Got a Problem?

Yeah, come see this ****

Come see this ol' light-skinned motherfucker

I seen him and I'm addicted

Disturbing tha Peace is the clique

Please tell these fake-ass **** who you are

I be that **** named Luda

Alert, alert, it's the ATLien intruder

College Park water boy, spit in your cooler

I Jam till they Def

They call me Slick Dick the Ruler

Women indeed, keep your eyes closed

'Bows blows, come on out them clothes, hoe

Low pros, low blows, watch out for the po-po

And I chose to be the number one contender

Southern offender, fuckin' up your whole agenda

When I walk, you try to run

When I run, you try to hide

You skated the snap of my finger

Call me Golden Glide

It's you and I, do or die, who am I?

I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm sly

Why try? You one of them **** that like to cheat death

And I'm one of them **** that rip up excursions

Till there's no seats left

You shit out wheat Chex, and fart out deep breaths

While we talk darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks

Who, that **** Chris?

Oh, that ****'s alright

That **** can't fuck with me though

Let me get on the mic

****, who the fuck are you, ****?

I be that **** Bronze Bridges

Players wanna ball, but go on strike 'cause of my pitches

They think I want they bitches

But I don't want no pigeons

Yet pigeons can scrub my dishes

And y'all don't want no scrubs

Till y'all pull out y'all extensions

Y'all in school detention and'll never come out

Man, I'll cut your achilles tendon and put a sock in your mouth

'Cause we the shit in the South

They know what I'm talkin' about

You see we Jack and we Daniels

Y'all Earl and Ralph

4-Ize twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames

Now even Joshua can come to war with these games

These bitch **** is lame and coming down with the reigns

You all wet behind the ears, but it's a drought in your brain

And that's the simple and plain, man

Three-W dot, sh-

(Man, that dude Luder's got that hotter than hot, shh)

Well, shut the fuck up

Before you get, cut the fuck up

Hold on, man

Hold on, lil' buddy

Y'all talkin' 'bout shorty, man?

Shorty up at the radio station?

Shorty be poppin', man

My man, let the name be known

Who y'all talkin' 'bout?

I be that **** that love a lover

I'm nastier than thinkin' about your parents sex each other

No glove, no love, better tell your dick to run for cover

So when lightning strikes, you'll be safe on a few rubbers

If you know what I mean

Not everybody's Mr. and Mrs. Clean

Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweet dreams

Girls backin' they ass up, now they 400 degreez, ha

Hot girl, tryin' to give it to **** up on the block, girl

Have you screamin', "Stop, girl"

I rock worlds with my nine-inch Louisville slugger

Still wonder why they call me lover, lover

Self explainatorium

Ass valedictorian

I bring 'em back to the future like an '85 Delorean

The Luda drug emporium

On the counter prescriptions

You like my diction

And my doctor-nurse convention

I place the stethoscope quite close to your titty

And have your butt cheeks red, man, like Uncle Quilly

See me, see me

C.E.O

D.T.P

Infamous 2-0

Fate Forrester

4-Eezy

Shondreezy on the beat

Playaz Circle, Titty Boy

College Park, ****

Virgo, ****, what, what?