《Undisputed》是Ludacris演唱的英文歌曲。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Undisputed
- 原唱：Ludacris
Luda: Back up on dat ass
Back to put rappers on one knee like they bout to run 100 meter dash
Bow down to greatness
Before i get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers
Covered all my bases straight no chasers
Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of glacers
Titanic flow Titanic dough
Women on my nuts like "Where da Titanic go "
I been scourin' da earth
Makin' my fans catch da holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church
And the fat lady singin' it's ova for you rappers
Cant none of yall bust your just sacs full of semen
And I got da women screamin'
And they could catch my balls on any given sunday like my name's Willy Beaman
Or LL Cool so if ya boyfriend thinks your loyal to his ass then he's a motherf***in fool
Got jewels on my pinky jewels on my wrist
Iconic status and his name is Ludacris
Bitch please you messin wit some real O G's
Wit million dolla whips dat I ship from overseas
Got a pocket full of G'z
And the inconvenient truth is that the ozone is back cuz I been smokin' all da trees
The globe is warmin' up when we fire up the blunt
And put it in the air like Evil Knievel stunts
Wat you want from me I got pistols for da haters
Ya fam will be in black like the playin' for da Raiders
And ya music isn't favored
And DJ's they neva bring it back like when you go and borrow somethin' from ya neighbor
Like a cup full of sugar a rope full of salt
The name of my car insurance is YO F***IN FAULT
And if you sittin on chrome
I'll call up my boys and have you stripped of ya medals like Marion Jones nigga
Luda: Back up on da scene
Back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins I got the hammer in my jeans
Call me Mr Fixit
Barrel hotter than a fresh batch of home-made buttermilk biscuits
A-tisket a-tasket a custom-made casket
Luda leaves intruders stretched out like gymnastics
And acrobatics I'm superstar status
The mouth of the South like gangsta grillz you bastard
The international traveler
And I may not be much to you but I'm the sh*t out in Africa
So put ya fist up
Even the statue of liberty lit a flame for the way that I lit my wrist up
You can't compete wit me
I got 'em stuck like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet wit me
And then I broke free
I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston become drug-free
I'm the baddest mother shut it like Shaft was
Leavin' rappers wit headaches like bad drugs
They shoulda warned ya
You got defeated by the heat but eh we'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya
So Cater coroner
I'll show up to yo funeral wit some gators like I'm fresh outta Florida
Call me the swamp thing
Yall headed in the wrong direction like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train
So don't f**k wit it
I'm sendin' lyrical bullets right at ya dome f**k niggaz betta duck wit it
Or else you stuck wit it
You'll get stalked so bad you'll leava da scene thinkin eight Young Buck's did it
But not in Cashville
You lost yo feelin' like comin down off X chasin' effects of yo last pill
You f***in Daffy Dill You's a Daffy Duck
And I'm the undefeated champ yall niggas suck
