Everybody Hates Chris

{*audience cracks up and applauds*} [Intro: Chris Rock] 2010, that's right, we in the future: Atlanta, Georgia Millions of albums sold, millions of moneys rolled I see why +Everybody Hates Chris+ - YOU LIGHT-SKINNED BIATCH!! SING ALONG WITH MEEEEE... {Cannon...} [Hook 2X: Ludacris] Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!) Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!) Say, "FUCK you, Luda!" - (FUCK YOU, LUDA!) Yeah, I guess that's why +Eveybody Hates Chris+ [Verse 1: Ludacris] Hey! Okay now, this is for the Gs' and this is for the hustlers This is for the diamonds and the WATCH all clustered Spread 'em like mustard (yep!), canary yellow Now women in my face like "HELLO!" (Waddup!) Yea, I'm sort of a big deal (deal) These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel (wheel) This five course dinner is sort of a big meal (meal) This Bentley GT can make Luda disappear faster than David COPPERFIELD, mutha-FUCKA! ...Hahaha I'm talkin five star tellys, and Penthouse Suites Yea, I'm just a Playboy between Penthouse sheets (okay!) Hit the club and go and party with some Penthouse freaks (say what?) Party with Britney, Lindsay and Paris together Get in line and buyin bottles that's taller than Chris Webber And makin haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers Cause my ice gives 'em cold as if they under the weather (cool!) But my women keep me warmer than a POLO sweater - they better I guess that's why +Everybody Hates Chris+ [Hook] [Verse 2: Ludacris] Hey, now I stay fresh to death draped in gangsta fits (okay) Over twelve million sold, I drop gangsta hits (yes sir!) Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips You would swear I'm 'bout to get into some gangsta shit Oh no! Here comes trouble, my vision is skewed I can only see in doubles, two models, two bottles That'll pop like bubbles, and when I get home {Two...one...zero..} The girls' tops lift off like air space shuttles (Liftoff {*rocket flies*}) And I guess that's why +Everybody Hates Chris+ It's sixty seconds 'til BLAST off! My car got a face lift and took its mask off Tint so dark it look like I took the glass off The body was white for eight weeks befo' I finally decided to take its cast off (whoo!) Now it's blacker than a bottomless pit You talk shit you'll end up, wit bottomless lip (Blaow!) I hit a nigga so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit (Blaow!) Then I be with Bobby V. on that +Anonymous+ shit - you hear me? And I guess that's why Everybody Hates Chris [Hook] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Hey... (Let's go!) I go for BROKE like TLC The hottest nigga on the mic - yeah, I believe that's me (Me, bay-bay!) Now all the ladies wanna give a lil' T.L.C. (C'mon, girl) Cause Luda was set for LIFE after three LPs (Ching!) - Yep! Still counting, still climbing the charts And rappers still talking shit like they was rhyming in farts (Waddup?) I cross the finish line twice, they still trying to start (Nope!) But my infrared beam will make 'em shine in the dark (BLAOW!) And I guess that's why +Everybody Hates Chris+ [Hook] [Outro: Chris Rock] I never did like this motherfucker.. The only rapper that, goes to the airport without a gun in his bag {*audience laughs*} What the fuck? You tryin to stay out of jail? How DARE you?! {*audience laughs*} He got six albums, what you tryin to fill up an iPod, nigga?! {*audience laughs*} Ludacris, onstage at the Oscars GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!! That nigga onstage at the Oscars I don't like it, I don't like it one motherfuckin bit Taking parts, from good actors {*audience laughs*} This motherfucker can't act Ah, Hustle & Flow - NIGGA, YOU PLAYED YOURSELF! {*audience cracks up and applauds*} Nigga...How DARE you?! {*appluads continues 'til the end of the song*}