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[Ludacris verse 1]
Ludacris goin' in on the verse
'Cause I never been defeated and I won’t stop now
Keep your hands up put 'em in the sky for the homies that didn’t Make it and the folks locked down
I never went no where
They saying Luda’s back
Blame it on that conjure
The hood call it Ludayac
And I’m on this foolish track so I spit my foolish flows
My hands go up and down like strippers booty’s go
My verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins
Last time on a Khaled remix now I’m on the original version
Ain't never count me out
Y’all better count me in
Got 20 bank accounts, accountants count me in
Make millions every year, the South's champion
'Cause all I do, all I, all I, all I
All I do is...

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Swerving in my lolo,
Head on the swivel
You know serving me’s a no no
Clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce
Yellow bone passenger they see it, they say oh boy!
Tell Khaled back it up, my niggas call me Loco
That's for armed trafficking, don’t make me pull that fo-fo
Ask you what you laughing at
Represent that mud life
Dirty money bitch you better get your mud right
We come together holding hands and holla thug life
We are strapped in all black
It’s like thug life
(All we do is win)
You riding the what
We riding the night
You riding with me 'cause you wasn’t riding right
ROSS...

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Heat in the kitchen, pot on the stove
Water getting boiled, dope getting sold
Snoopy in the hoopty, system overload
I’ve been running this rap game since I was 20 years old
I hung with the worst of them
Bust till I burst on 'em
Floss 'em up, toss 'em up, hardaway, boss 'em up
Pardon me I bossing the pressure up, bless ya bruh
Don’t wanna mess with us
We like the U in the 80’s
Back to back set a trap
Hit the lick, hit it back
Hit the trick, jump the track
Bitch I want my money back
Time and time again while I’m sipping on this Gin
Al Davis said it best, just win baby win

[Chorus]