Southern Gangsta (Album Version|Explicit) - Ludacris/Rick Ross/Playaz Circle/Ving Rhames

Lyrics by：Christopher Bridges/William Roberts/Earl Conyers/Tauheed Epps/Nicholas Warwar

Composed by：Christopher Bridges/William Roberts/Earl Conyers/Tauheed Epps/Nicholas Warwar

Ving Rhames：

He's a hustler unbound by law

A self-made millionaire

With a wreckless disregard for the haters

Ludacris on Southern Gangsta

A true entrepre-negro

CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace Records

He expanded his empire into multiple profitable businesses

Including his Thai food restaurant Straits

Internet sites WeMix.com

And my favorite MyGhetto.com

The MVP of this rap s**t

Ludacris：

Luda I'm a hustler baller gangsta

I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer

I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt

And mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps woo

But you'll be swimmin with the fishes

Softer than b***hes washin dishes fool what's the business

I'm already rich so talk mo' figures yup

Spit 30 large for cigars of you ho n***as oww

I got gangstas that'll rearrange ya whole face

And put your casket on ice now that's a cold case ha

Never forget where you come or that block'll bang you

I keep my ear to the streets like a cocker spaniel

I c**k and blast you into outer space

Break every bone in ya you so out of place

Boom without a trace you a bluff to block

I got some red beams let's play connect the dots

Ving Rhames：

He's the biggest boss comin outta the M-I-yayo

Straight from the port of Miami

To keepin it Trilla

Involved in many heated acts of violence

This goes deeper than rap s**t

He's worth eight figures

So young n***as boss up

I present to you Rick Ross the boss

Rick Ross：

I got a letter from the government the other day

I opened and read it it said we were hustlers

Had a Lexus at 18 picture that

Got a Chevy with pictures on it from pitchin crack

B***h I know Haitians we speakin Creole

B***h I'm a D-boy still slingin kilos

I got twenty cars why exaggerate

It cost me five grand just to fill the gas tanks

Love the marble floors got the Greek pillrs

Frontin at awards real street n***as

I used to serve shake now I serve steaks

Three squares on a row call it 3rd Bass

Get the gas face chopper in your laugh face

Shoot his ass aim defense is the last case

Keep Jewish friends the newest Benz

You in a pool of blood let me see you swim

Ving Rhames：

Hailing from College Park Georgia

Authorities figured they must have been some sort of mob

Or illegal organization

According to authorities they made a quarter mil' a week

Selling mid-grade they were some high-rollin hustlers

Tity Boi and Dolla Boy

Playaz Circle A.K.A. the Duffle Bag Boys

Tity Boi/Dolla Boy：

Uhh I'm so sick I wrote this verse in a hospital

It's an election year I support strippers

We roll like bicycles icicle flow

White liquor my n***a stay on line with the blow

I'm on time with the flow not a minute nor second late

Ain't no such thing as second place

And every day I live heavyweight you n***as featherweight

Fairytale tellin n***as really need to take a break

And the estate got a lake for a backyard

The pool room product put it all on my sacks card

For real

Yeah for real I'm ill I deal I did I will

I got dogs like Cujo me and Tity two chains ridin in a two do'

B***hes catch kudos you know

Yeah we move weight like sumos

And kicks it with them b***hes like judo

southside

Ving Rhames：

Playaz Circle Rick Ross Ludacris

This has been another episode of Southern Gangsta

Thanks for tunin in what's next for Luda

Well anything's possible in the Theater of the Mind