Ludacris - Game Got Switched lyrics

I hate it when it's too many niggas
Not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch

I got a whip like
Miracle Ludacris lyrical fool
We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels
No holds barred but obey the block rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anyone like ya (hell naw)
I treat humans like students (fail y'all)
So turn ya books to page 69 and start suckin'
When Organized drop the tracks
Then start duckin'
When Ludacris get in the bed, start fuckin


(You wanna be startin' some'n)
Get out the booth
And lemme tell y'all the truth
We kick down do's
Save all the H20 for front rows
Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes
Stay chromed out and that's on or off road
If you know what I mean
Proceed to stay clean
Light skinned nigga turn red but get green
Inhale some of that 'dro but blow steam
Love a combination, big ass and tight jeans

'Cause it's too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch

(Boy, you done lost yo' mind) No
I've lost my virginity
And I shot click like that fool shot Kennedy
What's the remedy Hennessey Coke
If you cut all your money
You'd still be half broke
Ashes to ashes, smoke or get smoked
We come by the masses
You come and get choked
If you take me for a fool
I'll take you for a joke
Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope
So now we eatin' lobster, shrimp and things
And watch for imposters that's
Been in the game
We invented the game and y'all just got hip
(Man, what's that smell) Probably
Your upper lip 'Cause I love to walk around
Like my shit don't stank
Even if it's cigars and
That purple color dank
Chillin' in the gump with no
Trace of Tom Hanks so put this in yo' jaw
Like weiners and beef franks

'Cause it's too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch

I put too much sugar in my Kool-Aid
And party like a kid with a high top fade
Arrive to a show and I like to get paid
Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid
Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats
I'm on the right page but what's my format?
I wave to the ocean 'cause
I'm where shores at
And women go nuts just like my bozack
Did you know that? Man
I'm the gift of change
Electric stoves so give me the
Keys to the Range
Shagadelic, beautiful but strange
Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flames
Rearrange, same broad different night
Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right
The bomb threaten dude that's
On yo same flight
The highlight's that I live a high ass life

'Cause it's too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch
'Cause it's too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch