Ludacris - Blow It Out lyrics

AOWWWW! I never used to snore in my
Sleep 'til this rap shit started
Warm thoughts fill the hot
Headed and cold hearted your whole paycheck
You burp it and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop?
Blow it out ya ass! In one year I got rich
Now life's movin so fast
But bein broke with no food is
Just a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like
White women with ass
And y'all prayin that I flop?
Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing
In Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know what
I'm gettin for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
See in just six months
I infiltrated the system
If you find somebody better
Then I'm sorry I missed him
Niggas hate givin me props cause I
Might use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out! BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right
Punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes -
Blow it out ya ass!

It's time to saddle up the Tontos
Cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but
Don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from
Filling your disc changer
If you ever think of stoppin me
- blow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me
Chunk it up and stand tall
Next year I'm lookin into
Buyin Greenbriar Mall
You probably own a lot of property!
Blow it out ya ass! C'mon and take a look
He's got gigantic balls
Plus his money keeps flowin
Like Niagara Falls we all know Jesus saves
And Ludacris withdraws
I'm 'bout to go on vacation -
Blow it out ya ass!
Shout out to Bill O'Reilly
I'mma throw you a curve
You mad cause I'm a THIEF
And got away with words
I'mma start my own beverage
It'll calm your nerves
Pepsi's the New Generation - BLOW
IT OUT YA ASS!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right
Punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes -
Blow it out ya ass!

My black people show me love when
I'm up on the block
And Latinos always waitin for my CD's to drop
White people love the flow, they say, "Dude
You fuckin rock!" yo' fans are my fans
Right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
So find my album in the stores
And look for the white steam rip it open
Play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard
Other albums are softer than ice cream
Yo' scans are my scans
Right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
Now Luda's throwin up A's
And I'm lightin up L's
Around the globe gettin paid
You home bitin yo' nails
DTP, the only label that
Practice fightin ourselves
We probably gettin on your nerves
Huh? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
I been eatin and gettin FAT
While y'all dyin of hunger
I get drunk in the winter
Stay high in the summer watch out
My album's puttin up McDonald's numbers
You over 6 million served
Huh? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right
Punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes -
Blow it out ya ass!

Blow it out ya ass! WHOO!