Everybody Hates Cris Lyrics - Chris Rock

Sing along with me, 

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Say fuck you Luda [Repeat: x3] 

Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris 

Say fuck you Luda [Repeat: x3] 

Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris 

OK now, this is for the Gs and this is for the hustlers 

This is for the diamonds and the watch all clustered 

Spread em like mustard, canary yellow 

Now women in my face like hello 

Yea I'm sort of a big deal 

These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel 

This five course dinner is sort of a big meal 

This Bentley GT can make Luda disappear 

Faster than David Copperfield motherfucker 

I'm talking five star tell is, and penthouse suites 

Yea I'm just a playboy between penthouse sheets 

Hit the club and go and party with some penthouse freaks 

Party with Britney, Lindsay and Paris together 

Get in line and buying bottles that's taller than Chris Webber 

And making haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers 

Cause my ice gives em cold like they as if they under the weather 

But my women keep me warmer than a polo sweater 

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Now I stay fresh to death draped in gangsta fits 

Over 12 million sold I drop gangsta hits 

Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips 

You swear I'm bout to get into some gangsta shit 

Oh no here comes trouble, my vision is skewed 

I can only see in doubles, two models two bottles 

That'll pop like bubbles and when I get home 

The girls tops lift off like airspace shuttles 

60 seconds till blast off 

My car got a face lift and took its mask off 

Tint so dark it look like I took the glass off 

The body was white for 8 weeks 

Before I finally decided to take its cast off 

Now its blacker than a bottom less pit 

You talk shit you'll end up with bottom less lip 

I hit a nigga so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit 

Then I be wit Bobby V on that anonymous shit 

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I go for broke like TLC 

The hottest nigga on the mic 

Yea I believe that's me 

Now all the ladies wanna give a lil' TLC 

Cause Luda was set for life after 3 LPs 

Yep, 

Still counting still climbing the charts 

And rappers still talking shit 

Like they was rhyming in farts 

I cross the finish line twice 

They still trying to start 

But my infrared beam will make em shine in the dark 

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