Ludacris - Southern Fried Intro lyrics

Hey, yeah! I want all you
Proud sistas to stand up
I want everybody to stand up
And be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know
You got your thing together
I want you to stand on up
Now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it
Now I want to tell how
To get the thing together
So come on now and get up to it yall

The incredible
Untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his
Body wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the line's around the corner
Cuz the little motherfucker has
The dopest shows
So one time for my independant women and all
The single mothers who be gettin' that cake


Two times for my dawgs pullin' triggers
And my niggas in the kitchen
That be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south
Then we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers
To little bitty boys and girls
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood
Non-stoppin', I'mma hit 'em till
The block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original
Got 'em takin' subliminal
Boom boom cuz they can't get what I gots
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums
Gone, wave ya' white flags, i'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin'
Rappers in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind
Because they runnin' outta time
And I'm about to make 'em choke
Better turn your stereo louder
Listen up and let me preach
Let's get arrested for Disturbin' the Peace!
(C'mon)

Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit
Gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth
Know what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in these skreets
Know what I'm sayin'?
While he on tv, I'm in these skreets
And then my broad
My kid walkin' around singin' it
Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm
On another level though
I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O' National
I got my own record label, you heard of us
The Posse Family Cartel, you
Know what I'm sayin', we real
Who this nigga thing he is?

I'mma house hold name
Wit' game spittin' outta my
Mouth at all times i spit it out and about
And spit outta the south
Until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine
By the way I talk
And it's pimpin' in my blood
You can tell by the way I walk
Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop
Call the cops
People in the way wanna baller block
Little do they know that I'm callin' shots
And I'm not to be fucked with
If you see me comin' 'round
The corner, then duck quick
Perpetrators can suck dick
I tried to tell 'em
But they don't wanna listen
I tried to shine 'em, but
They don't wanna glisten
While the high hat keeps on tickin'
And the kick drum keep on pumpin'
I'm dumpin' on the closest fools
Cuz rules were made to be broken
But you can't make broken rules
Hear what I'm sayin' or heard what I said
Hear what they playin'
Cuz thru this music I'mma still
Be heard if I'm dead call ya' producers
Cuz I'm hurtin' these beats
I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch
Disturbin' Tha Peace c'mon
Yeah, folk the King of the kings has spoken
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block
We bouta let our nuts hang!
Disturbin' Tha Peace!
We don't die, we multiply
We makin Def Jam history
Thanks for gettin' the CD shawty!