Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Ludacris - Southern fried intro ------------------------------------------ [Intro] Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sistas to stand up I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin´ to tell ya´ I told ya´ how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing together So come on now and get up to it yall [Verse 1] The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin´ venom out his body wit´ the dopest flows And wonder why the line´s around the corner Cuz the little motherfucker has the dopest shows So one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be gettin´ that cake Two times for my dawgs pullin´ triggers And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin´ that weight East coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south Then we took it all around the world I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls Droppin´ lyrical bombs up in ya´ hood, Non-stoppin´, I´ma hit ´em till the block explode Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want? I even got a little rock ´n´ roll The most creative, original, got ´em takin´ subliminal [Boom boom] cuz they cant get what I gots They want it so bad, four million dollar pad And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya´ white flags, I´m hot! And everytime I rhyme I´m puttin´ rappers in the ground Wit´ lines that got ´em hooked like dope They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin´ outta time And I´m about to make ´em choke Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach Let´s get arrested for Disturbin´ the Peace! (C´mon) Man! This Disturbin´ Tha Peace shit gettin´ on my nerves Boy I tell you the truth, know what I´m sayin´? While he doin´ shows, I´m in these skreets, know what I´m sayin´? While he on tv, I´m in these skreets And then my broad, my kid walkin´ around singin´ it Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear Know what I´m sayin´? I´m on another level though I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O´ National I got my own record label, you heard of us The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I´m sayin´, we real Who this nigga thing he is? [Verse 2] I´ma house hold name, wit´ game spittin´ outta my mouth at all times I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs So feel a tingle in yo´ s-spine, by the way I talk And it´s pimpin´ in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops People in the way wanna baller block Little do they know that I´m callin´ shots And I´m not to be fucked with If you see me comin´ ´round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick I tried to tell ´em, but they dont wanna listen I tried to shine ´em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin´ And the kick drum keep on pumpin´, I´m dumpin´ on the closest fools Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules Hear what I´m sayin´ or heard what I said Hear what they playin´, cuz thru this music I´ma still be heard if I´m dead Call ya´ producers, cuz I´m hurtin´ these beats I said it once, I´ll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin´ Tha Peace C´mon Yeah, folk The King of the kings has spoken ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block We bouta let our nuts hang! Disturbin´ Tha Peace! We dont die, we multiply We makin Def Jam history Thanks for gettin´ the CD shawty!