Rush - Lady Luck Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

[Lady Luck] 

Uhh, what 

Lady Luck 

Def Jam 

Shutting the game down from the whip 

To the tunnel 

You in da club 

Yo 

Bang this 

What ya'll gonna do when we rush the door 

Buy out the bar then rush the floor (niggas) 

Touch ya whore, I puff the raw 

Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw 

Don't trust a broad who rocking the Timberlands 

Criminal like Eminem don't act feminine 

But talk slick and six hit your women friends 

Ball like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon 

It's them again (who) 

Niggas hotter then you 

It's like cop car lights with my rocks in view 

Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace 

Chick about them dollars, be a queen like Hollis 

Rockwilders, pop collars, glock hollers 

At Any nigga out to stop ours 

Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots 

One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot 

(Chorus) x2 

[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck) 

All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c'mon) 

Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon) 

We keep it hot from wall to wall (c'mon) 

From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah) 

[Lady Luck] 

I came in the door, said it before 

Luck getting drunk till I fall to the floor 

Come back for more, rock wall to wall 

Ball till I score, then out by the morn 

How I dip and ride that whip I drive 

On I-95 getting hed in the ride 

Me and Root sipping Gin and The Juice 

Jewelry to loose, jeans hang over my boots 

You keep think that you bullet proof 

Till I put to your head give it a sunroof 

Good God, my whole squad hard 

And bank accounts is large 

Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean John 

Chick shake yo ass like you want some cash 

Nigga pump it fast like you want some ass 

We don't flash, we blast 

Whip crash, we laugh 

Got the game on smash, with my sexy ass 

(Chorus) x2 

(Bridge) 

[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck) 

Watch them boys they riot here (ya ya ya yeah) 

We came to fight in here (ya ya ya yeah) 

Turn off those lights in here (ya ya ya yeah) 

We snatch y'all ice in here 

[Lady Luck] 

I said me and my medicine 

High off Excedrin 

Luck spit better than half you veterans 

In a hundred degree whether she got leather skin 

Never deal with problems if the cheddar ain't in 

Let us begin on how y'all never again will win 

Vodka and gin will have my fist rocking ya chin 

Smoke till eyes like Lil Kim - slim 

Light skin, fight men, life very exciting 

Move like lighting, can't do the wife thing 

Keep an ice ring, lips very enticing 

Look this is my thing, till the fat chick sing 

I sex tracks with Viagra and ginseng 

Love to bling bling, your glocks go Bing Bing 

Mines go BLOW BLOW, hater how you like me now 

The flow, the style, the dough, will pow 

For Def Jam, Kev Liles, now it's critical 

(Chorus) x2 

[Lady Luck] 

Bounce, c'mon, Def Jam (yeah) 

(Ya ya yeah) Lady Luck, Roots, Roots (yeah) 

'cause-on, 'cause-on, party on, party on 

Uh ya ya yeah (x3) 

*Laughs*