Sing along with me,      Say fuck you Luda 3x      Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris      Say fuck you Luda 3x      Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris      Ok 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, canary yellow   Now women in my face like hello   Yea I'm sort of a big deal   these Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel   this five course dinner is sort of a big meal   this Bentley GT can make Luda dissapear    faster than David Copperfield mothafucka      Im talkin five star tellis, and penthouse suites   yea I'm just a playboy between penthouse sheets   hit the club and go and party with some penthouse freaks   Party with Britney, Lindsay and Paris together      Get in line and buyin' bottles thats taller than Chris Webber   And makin haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers   cuz my ice gives em cold like they as if they under the weather   but my women keep me warmer than a polo sweater      Chorus      Now I stay fresh to death draped in gangsta fits   over 12 million sold I drop gangsta hits   live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips   you 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    the girls tops lift off like airspace shuttles      60 seconds till 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 8 weeks    before i finally decided to take its cast off   now its blacker than a bottom less pit   you talk shit you'll end up with bottom less lip   I hit a n***a so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit   then i be wit Bobby V on that anonymous shit      Chorus      I go for broke like TLC   the hottest nigga on the mic   yea I believe thats me   now all the ladies wanna give a lil TLC   cuz Luda was set for life after 3 LPs      Yep      Still countin still climbin the charts   and rappers still talkin shit   like they was rhymin in farts   i cross the finish line twice   they still tryin to start   but my infrared beam will make em shine in the dark      Chorus