Intro — текст песни (Ludacris)

Yeh, ohh!
Check me out, look

It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain
Fo` albums in the can and I`m STILL in the game (what up?)
And last album, they don`t like me to tell this
Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!)
That`s what they tellin me, switch up your melody
Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies
So they can lock us up one at a time
But true writers stay FREE in e`ry one of our lines
And if you not feelin I`m the cream of the crop
I`ll KNOCK rappers off your list `til I get to the top!
Still you lookin at a man that`s financially stable
Only nigga gettin checks cut from four different labels
That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts
Still I walk around the streets like I`m broke as FUCK
So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody
It`s cause I`m thinkin `bout plans that`s bigger than Serena booty
Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for meals
And HEADS UP! Ludacris is almost out of his deal
I`m over ten million sold, every album is CRACK
And for now I`m bout to carry Def Jam on my BACK
Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom
Though I make big money, still handle small problems
The ramblin at the mouth, I don`t PLAY THAT SHIT
I`m the best and I ain`t really got SAY THAT SHIT!