U Got A Problem? Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Yeah come see this nigga 

Come see this ol' light-skinned motherfucker 

I seen him and I'm addicted 

He serving a piece of the click 

Please tell dis fake ass niggas who you are 

[Ludacris] 

I be that nigga named Luda' 

Alert Alert it's the ATLlien intruder 

College Park waterboy, spitting in ya cooler 

I jam till they deaf, they call me Slick Dick Da Ruler 

Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed 

Bowl closed, come out them clothes hoe 

Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po 

And I chose, to be that number one contender, Southern offender 

Fucking up ya whole Agenda 

When I walk you try to run 

When I run you try to hide 

You skated the snap of my finger 

Call me Golden Gley 

It's you and I, Do or Die, who am I? 

I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm sly 

Why try, you one of them niggas that like to cheat death 

And I'm one of them niggas that rip up Excursions 

Til there is no seats left 

You shit out weed checks and fart out deep breaths 

While we talk dirt till the bottom of ya'll v-necks 

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Who, that nigga Chris? 

Oh that nigga is alright 

That nigga can't fuck wit me thou 

Let me get on the mic 

Nigga, who the fuck called you nigga 

[Ludacris] 

I be dat nigga bronze Bridges 

Players want to ball or go on strike cause of my pitches 

They think I want they bitches 

But I don't want no pigeons 

Yet pigeons can scrub my dishes 

And ya'll don't want no scrubs till ya'll pull out ya'll extensions 

Ya'll in school detention that'll neva come out 

Man I'll catch yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth 

Cause we da shit in the South, they know what I'm talkin bout 

You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph 

For I swerl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames 

Not even Joshua can come to +War+ wit dis +Games+ 

These bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns 

You all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya brain 

And dats tha simple and plain man 

Three W Dot Shhhh 

(Man dat dude Ludacris got dat hotter than hot shhh) 

Well sh-sh-sh-shut da fuck up 

Before you get see you-see you-cut-cut da fuck up 

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-Hold on man 

Hold on lil buddy 

Ya'll talkin bout shorty man 

Shorty up at da radio station? 

Shorty be poppin man? 

Let the name be known 

Who ya'll talkin bout 

[Ludacris] 

I be that nigga that love a lover 

I'm asking if you think bout yo parents sex each other 

No glove, no love, better tell yo dick to run for cover 

So when lightening strikes, you can be safe from a few rubbers 

If you know what I mean 

Not everybody is Mr and Mrs. Clean 

Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams 

Girls backing they ass up now they 400 degrees Ha 

Hot girl, trying to give to niggaz up on the block girl 

Have you screaming "STOP GIRL" 

I rock worlds with my 9 inch Louisville slugger 

Still wonder why they call me lova lova 

Self Explainatruim 

Ass Valedictorian 

I bring 'em back to the future like a '85 Delorium 

The Luda drug emporium 

On the counter prescription 

You like my diction 

And my Doctor nurse convention 

I put the stethoscope quite close to yo tittie 

Have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly 

[Ludacris] 

See me, see me ha ha ha 

See E O 

D T P 

Infamous 2-0 

Fate Forsta 

4-ize 

Shondrez on the beat 

Playa circle 

College park 

Virgo nigga, what what