Number One Spot Lyrics - Red Light District - Ludacris

I'm never goin' nowhere so don't try me 

My music sticks in fans veins like an IV 

Flows poison like Ivy, oh they grimy 

Already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin' to sign me 

Respected highly, Hi MR. O'Reilly 

Hope all is well, kiss the plaintiff and the wifey 

Drove through the window, the industry super sized me 

Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me 

I'm on the rise, so many people despise me 

Got party ammunition for those tryin' to surprise me (surprise!) 

It's a celebration and everyone should invite me 

Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!) 

Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me 

My whole aura's so mean in my white tee 

Nobody light-skinded reppin' harder since Ice-T 

You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me! 

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Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?) 

I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Alright) 

Rappers swearin' they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) 

But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man) 

Scheme scheme, plot plot (say what?) 

I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Woo, hey) 

Keep it goin' it won't stop! (What you doin' man?) 

I'm comin' for that number one spot! 

Yes indeed, Ludacris I'm hotter than Nevada 

Ready to break the steerin' column on yo' Impala 

If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla 

In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha 

Father, father, and hey I love gold 

But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold 

Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold 

Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled 

A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake 

Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake 

I crush mics until my hand breaks 

Then shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straight 

The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy 

I'm double-X-L so I call 'em my "Eye Candy" 

Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar 

Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars 

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Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?) 

I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Alright) 

Rappers swearin' they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) 

But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man) 

Scheme scheme, plot plot (say what?) 

I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Woo, hey) 

Keep it goin' it won't stop! (What you doin' man?) 

I'm comin' for that number one spot! 

Causin' lyrical disasters, it's the master 

Make music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat Bastards 

These women tryin' yo get me out my Pelle Pelle 

They strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!" 

Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin' like Flo-Jo 

Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo 

Ladies and gentlemen ah, boys and girls 

Ludacris sent down to take over the whole world! 

Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?) 

I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Alright) 

Rappers swearin' they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) 

But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man) 

Scheme scheme, plot plot (say what?) 

I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Woo, hey) 

Keep it goin' it won't stop! (What you doin' man?) 

I'm comin' for that number one spot!