[Lady Luck]   Uhh, what   Lady Luck    Def Jam   Shutting the game down from the whip   To the tunnel   You in da club   Yo   Bang this      What ya'll gonna do when we rush the door   Buy out the bar then rush the floor (niggas)   Touch ya whore, I puff the raw   Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw   Don't trust a broad who rocking the Timberlands   Criminal like Eminem don't act feminine   But talk slick and six hit your women friends   Ball like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon   It's them again (who)   Niggas hotter then you   It's like cop car lights with my rocks in view   Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace   Chick about them dollars, be a queen like Hollis   Rockwilders, pop collars, glock hollers    At Any nigga out to stop ours   Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots   One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot      (Chorus) x2   [A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)   All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c'mon)   Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon)   We keep it hot from wall to wall (c'mon)   From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)      [Lady Luck]   I came in the door, said it before   Luck getting drunk till I fall to the floor   Come back for more, rock wall to wall   Ball till I score, then out by the morn   How I dip and ride that whip I drive   On I-95 getting hed in the ride   Me and Root sipping Gin and The Juice   Jewelry to loose, jeans hang over my boots   You keep think that you bullet proof    Till I put to your head give it a sunroof   Good God, my whole squad hard   And bank accounts is large   Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean John   Chick shake yo ass like you want some cash   Nigga pump it fast like you want some ass   We don't flash, we blast   Whip crash, we laugh   Got the game on smash, with my sexy ass      (Chorus) x2      (Bridge)   [A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)   Watch them boys they riot here (ya ya ya yeah)   We came to fight in here (ya ya ya yeah)   Turn off those lights in here (ya ya ya yeah)   We snatch y'all ice in here       [Lady Luck]   I said me and my medicine   High off Excedrin   Luck spit better than half you veterans   In a hundred degree whether she got leather skin   Never deal with problems if the cheddar ain't in   Let us begin on how y'all never again will win   Vodka and gin will have my fist rocking ya chin   Smoke till eyes like Lil Kim – slim   Light skin, fight men, life very exciting   Move like lighting, can't do the wife thing   Keep an ice ring, lips very enticing   Look this is my thing, till the fat chick sing   I sex tracks with Viagra and ginseng   Love to bling bling, your glocks go Bing Bing   Mines go BLOW BLOW, hater how you like me now   The flow, the style, the dough, will pow   For Def Jam, Kev Liles, now it's critical      (Chorus) x2      [Lady Luck]   Bounce, c'mon, Def Jam (yeah)   (Ya ya yeah) Lady Luck, Roots, Roots (yeah)   'cause-on, 'cause-on, party on, party on   Uh ya ya yeah (x3)   *Laughs*