Game Got Switched

Lyrics
[Chorus] I hate it when it's too many niggas (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch) Too many niggas (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch) [Verse 1] I got a whip like Miracle; Ludacris lyrical, fool We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels No holds barred, but obey the block rules Cock tools, put chlorine in record pools ("Are there any more like ya?") Hell naw I treat humans like students—fail y'all So turn ya books to page 69 (And start suckin') When Organized drop the track (Then start duckin') When Ludacris get in the bed (Start fuckin') (You wanna be startin' sum'n') Get out the booth and lemme tell y'all the truth—we kick down doors Save all the H2O for front rows Live in the bank, and watch for stank hoes Stay chromed out, and that's on- or off-road (If you know what I mean) Proceed to stay clean Light-skin'd-ed nigga turn red, but get green Inhale some of that 'dro, but blow steam Love a combination: big ass and tight jeans [Chorus] 'Cause it's too many niggas (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch) Too many niggas (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch) [Verse 2] (Boy, you done lost yo' mind) No, I lost my virginity And I shot click like that fool shot Kennedy What's the remedy Hennessy, Coke If you cut all your money, you'd still be half-broke Ashes to ashes, smoke or get smoked We come by the masses, you come and get choked If you take me for a fool, I'll take you for a joke Tired of fast food, so they cooked up dope So now, we eatin' lobster, shrimp and things And watch for imposters that's been in the game We invented the game and y'all just got hip (Man, what's that smell?) Prolly your upper lip 'Cause I love to walk around like my shit don't stank Even if it's cigars and that purple-color dank Chillin' in the gump with no trace of Tom Hanks So put this in your jaw like weiners and beef franks [Chorus] 'Cause it's too many niggas (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch) Too many niggas (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch) [Verse 3] I put too much sugar in my Kool-Aid And party like a Kid with a high-top fade Arrive to a show and I like to (Get paid) Arrive to a hoe and I like to (Get laid) Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats I'm on the right page, but what's my format? I wave to the ocean, 'cause I'm where shores at And women go nuts, just like my bozack (Did you know that?) Man, I'm the gift of change Electric stoves, gon' and give me the keys to the Range (Shagadelic!) Beautiful but strange Went to Magic City, saw Nikki and Blue Flames (Rearrange!) Same broad, different night Pass the E&J, and let a nigga get right The bomb-threaten dude that's on your same flight The highlight's that I live a high-ass life [Chorus] 'Cause it's too many niggas (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch) Too many niggas (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch) 'Cause it's too many niggas (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch) Too many niggas (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch) 'Cause it's too many niggas (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch) Too many niggas (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch) 'Cause it's too many niggas (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch) Too many niggas (Not enough hoes) Too many rookies (Not enough pros) The game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all y'all can suck my d-ahh (Beeyotch)
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Credits
- Writers
- Ludacris
- Rico Wade
- Sleepy Brown
- Ray Murray