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Ludacris Cry Babies Here are the song lyrics for Cry Babies by Ludacris. For more excellent Ludacris lyrics, run a search! [chorus: ludacris - repeat 2x] (oh no!) I caught him with a blow to the chest (oh no!) my hollow put a hole in his vest (oh no!) Im bout to send two to his dome (oh no!) cry babies go home! [verse one: ludacris] I got people scared as fuck like when condoms break Or how your heart deals with eatin eighty pounds of steak So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight You frostin like a flake and ludacris feels grrreat! Who want come face me, face come want who? And women give me face until theyre face turns blue They cant breathe, dick to mouth recessatation A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations I playstations, duck cops and lose agents Im doctor love, I close curtains and fuck patients When I kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhyme My black ass is so hungry Ill take a bite out of crime And itll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke You see I crush cowards, funerals Ill send flowers And Im on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour [chorus] [verse two: ludacris] You see Im ambidextrous I slap ass with both hands Delete your first steps, but Ill save the last dance I just bought some new guns my mama said "it aint worth it" But Im at the shooting range just cause practice makes perferct Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives You run with niggas thats more chicken then pot pies Bok bok bok Im shakin your tale feathers I got big balls, Im a sac king like chris webber Luda will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels My cars got big tvs and satellites I got a wheel of fortune cause I flipped os like vanna white And the servey says? (kill a mutha fucka now) Could it be off with his head? (or shoot a mutha fucka down) Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth [chorus] [verse three: ludacris] I kick niggas in theyre ass reboot em like laptops And they wouldnt even box if I gave em a flat top You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble Now they all lost for words like I beat em in scrabble You see Im from a small town called "fresh out a cops ass" Where mr. head-potatoes are skinned they get mashed I smell puss from fifty yards Yall not playin with full decks as if I jacked out ya jacks and left fifty cards Catch me in vegas spinnin the green I re-up with more chips than a vending machine Then you can catch me in rome maggots in brauds and sticking em And youll be at home picking your bougars and flicking em A drug dealers dream, so fresh and Im so clean Im a grown ass man and youre sweeter than sixteen So go and kick rocks peons youre just rookies Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies [chorus - 2x]
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