[Verse 1] She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex Whatever Lola wants, Lola
I'm on fire, whole 'hood blazin' Hustle game incredible, ice game amazin' Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look in the mirror, look in the mirror
we just gettin started mix tape style goes like this look here now ludacris out the gate and damnit its huntin season when you shot remember everything
broke em all down and we all got high, our niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys, cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red, we like that
not a game I'm from the dirty dirty, where a lot of these cats mix the weed With the coke and blow dirty, we're off the chain meng Rap game, crack game
get to know you, get to show you The way I move, that's part of my gangsta Like art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha Plus my stove game's up, no red
stand up, we in the building Let the birds fly, rock star to my heart Anything else, uncivilized Go Rock star like you Red Hot Chilli Peppers I can't front this red
wanna get to know you, get to show you The way I move, that's part of my gangsta Like art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha Plus my stove game's up, no red
Aquamini and Roc-A-fella I got the blue box and the feathers Fuck the hatas and the hellas Like you know it's on tonight Cause everything got kinda reder
Ten against one they had his back up against the wall and They reveled in their laughter as they surrounded him But it wasn't a game when they up jumped
Niggas still in VIP strapped with a gat Drop a couple stacks then it back to the trap Couple hoes in the back, red wheels on the 'Lac Red rum, if you
number one, one, in a red red rum........ rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red [Chorus to fade]
One, one, then it red, red rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum But it red, red rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, but it red, red rum Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Blade) Son, look before you split the Dutch I get you touched by everything you kick with the... you bust (Shaquille O'Neal) Uh-huh, wha-wha-wha-wha T.W.IsM., Red
and the plane 'Til my massacre, slain Brains hang from the window of my Range Fuck the FEDS, two green and one red Firm tight, hold the dice in this game
to tell, my money talk to me But nobody believe that my money talk to me My knife said to me I hawk niggas down, bust arteries And he get bright red
nigga Yeah, get that I'm tired of these niggaz, niggaz stealin' beats And niggaz is stealin', your whole techniques and shit Niggaz wanna take everything
headed back to they bodies They coming out the graves I do the splits like Prince And shoot rattlesnakes out my fucking fingertips I make the sky red