Cry Babies Lyrics - Ludacris

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest 

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest 

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome 

(Oh no) Cry babies go home 

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest 

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest 

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome 

(Oh no) Cry babies go home 

I got people scared as fuck like when condoms break 

Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak 

So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight 

You frosted like a flake and Ludacris feels great! 

Who want come face me, face come want who? 

And women give me face 'til their face turns blue 

They can't breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation 

A tight squeeze what stops the lengthy conversations 

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I Playstations, duck cops and lose agents 

I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck patients 

When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme 

My black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime 

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke 

Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke 

You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send flowers 

And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour 

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest 

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest 

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome 

(Oh no) Cry babies go home 

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest 

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest 

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome 

(Oh no) Cry babies go home 

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You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both hands 

Delete your first steps, but I'll save the last dance 

I just bought some new guns my mama said "it ain't worth it" 

But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perferct 

Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives 

You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies 

Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your tale feathers 

I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris Webber 

Luda' take you back to duck hunt and double dribble 

When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels 

My cars got big TVs and satellites 

I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White 

And the survey says? (Kill a mutha fucka now) 

Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a mutha fucka down) 

Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef 

Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth 

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest 

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest 

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome 

(Oh no) Cry babies go home 

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest 

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest 

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome 

(Oh no) Cry babies go home 

I kick niggas in their ass, reboot 'em like laptops 

And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top 

You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble 

Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble 

You see I'm from a small town called "Fresh off a cop's ass" 

Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed 

I smell puss from fifty yards 

Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards 

Catch me in Vegas spendin' the green 

I re-up with more chips than a vending machine 

Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and sticking 'em 

And you'll be at home picking your boogers and flicking 'em 

A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean 

I'm a grown ass man and y'all are sweeter than sixteen 

So go and kick rocks, peons, you're just rookies 

Headed downstairs to get you some milk and cookies 

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest 

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest 

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome 

(Oh no) Cry babies go home 

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest 

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest 

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome 

(Oh no) Cry babies go home 

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest 

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest 

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome 

(Oh no) Cry babies go home 

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest 

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest 

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome 

(Oh no) Cry babies go home