SINGER: Ludacris

SONG:Cry Babies

[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!) i�m 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 they�re face turns blue
They can�t breathe, dick to mouth recessatation
A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations
I playstations, duck cops and lose agents
I�m doctor love, i close curtains and fuck patients
When i kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry i�ll take a bite out of crime
And it�ll 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 i�ll send flowers
And i�m on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour
[chorus]
[verse two: ludacris]
You see i�m ambidextrous i slap ass with both hands
Delete your first steps, but i�ll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my mama said it ain�t worth it
But i�m at the shooting range just �cause practice makes perferct
Bullseye, i stunt growth and stop lives
You run with niggas that�s more chicken then pot pies
Bok bok bok i�m shakin your tale feathers
I got big balls, i�m 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 o�s 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 they�re ass reboot �em like laptops
And they wouldn�t 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 i�m from a small town called fresh out a cop�s ass
Where mr. head-potatoes are skinned they get mashed
I smell puss from fifty yards
Y�all 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 you�ll be at home picking your bougars and flicking �em
A drug dealer�s dream, so fresh and i�m so clean
I�m a grown ass man and you�re sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks peons you�re just rookies

Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies
[chorus - 2x]