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Artist/Band: Ludacris
Lyrics for Song: Southern Fried Intro
Lyrics for Album: Chicken and Beer [2003]



The incredible untouchable nigga

Spittin' venom out his body with the dopest flows

And wonder why the lines around the corner

'Cause the little mothafucka has the dopest shows

The one time for my indipendant women

And all the single mothers that be gettin' that cake

Two times for my dawgs,my trigga's,and my nigga's,

In the kitchen that be feelin' that weight



East coast, West coast, Mid West, dirty South

Then we took it all around the world...

I got fans in retirement homes

The teenagers, to little bity boys and girls

Droppin' lyrical bombs up in your hood

Nonstop and I'm a hit em' 'til the block explodes

Hip hop, R & B, pop talk, what ya want?

I even got alittle rock and roll

The most creative original got em takin subliminal(bang bang)

'Cause they can't get what I gots

They want it so bad

Four million dollar pad, and enough to retire off two albums

Go on, wave your white flags I'm hot!



And everytime i rhyme im puttin rappas in da ground with nines

they got em hooked lyke dope

they gotta make up dey mind because they runnin outta tyme

and im about to make them choke

betta turn ya stereo LOUDER

listen and let me PREACH

lets get arrested for disturbin the *echo*PEACE COME ON*echo*



(Talking)

Man dis disturbin the peace shit gettin on my nerves

boy i tell ya the truth kno wut im sayin

while he doin shows...im in deese screets

kno wut im sayin

while he on TV...im in deese screets

and then my broad and my kid walk around singin it

boy if dey sing anotha verse boy i swear y'kno wut im sayin

im on anotha level though

i got a car wash...i got a shop on O national

I got my own record lable...you heard up

the poxy family cartel y'know im sayin

we real

who this nigga think he is?



(Luda)

Im a household name wit game spittin outta my mouth at all tymes

i spit it out an about and spit it out of da south

till the recognize the danger signs

so feel the tingle in yo spine by the way i talk

and deres pimpin in my blood u can tell by the way i walk

ooooo lord more styles then a barber shop

call the cops

People in da way when a ball the block

little do they know that im callin shots

and im not ta b fucked wit

if ya see me commin round the corner then duck quick

perpatraitors can suck dick

i tried ta tell them

but dey don' wanna listen

i tried ta shine em

but dey don' wanna glisten

while the hot head keeps on tickin

and the kick drum peep im pumpin im dumpin

on da coast is fools

cuz rules was made to b broken

but you cant make broken rules

hear wut im sayin or heard wut i said

hear wut they playin

cuz through this music ima still be hurr if im dead

call yo producers cuz im hurtin deese beats

i said once i'll say it twice BITCH DISTURBIN THE PEACE *PEACE COME ON*Echoed*


Album Lyrics: Chicken and Beer [2003]


Ludacris
"Chicken and Beer [2003]"


1. Southern Fried Intro
2. Blow It Out
3. Stand Up
4. Rob Quarters Skit
5. Splash Waterfalls
6. Hard Times
7. Diamond in the Back
8. Screwed Up
9. T Baggin' Skit
10. P-Poppin'
11. Hip Hop Quotables
12. Black Man's Struggle Skit
13. Hoes In My Room
14. Teamwork
15. Interactive Skit
16. We Got
17. Eyebrows Down