Testo B.O.T.S. Radio - Ludacris feat. I-20
Testo della canzone B.O.T.S. Radio (Ludacris feat. I-20), tratta dall'album Battle Of The Sexes
Aww yeah, welcome back to Battle of the Sexes Radio where it is
12:45 In the AM and Disturbing Tha Peace is our in studio guest
Our hotline is lit the fuck up with people with relationship issues
Caller number 1, you're on the air
Yeah, man, y'all tell me if I'm crazy cause this girl in here trippin'
You know what I'm sayin', I'm a real man
I take care of home, I take care of my kids, I pay all my bills
I mean I ain't gon' lie I may check a
Little female from time to time on the side
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? But what man don't?
So how can I break this down to her?
Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation?
Yeah, get your money right, ladies, learn to sign your own checks
But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin' sex
Don't ever assume nothin', a man gon' be a man
A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan
These tricks gon' keep trickin', so hustlers gon' keep hustlin'
Long as there's new coochie, then dogs gon' keep fuckin'
So don't be all up in my phone replyin' to women's pages
I thought your mama told you, you should never talk to strangers
Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answer to
Stop poppin' off at the mouth or like
Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you
Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue
Half of you always seem to want some nigga to pamper you
And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you
And if he wants to act a fool, I'll show him what the gat'll do
Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to
Then your name'll follow it, "Ayy, whatever happened to..."
Exactly, that's just what she need to hear
You damn right, playa
Alright, thank you for callin', man, next caller
Yeah, I hear you, but let's talk about the fake ass
Brothers with the 24s but can't pay the note on they lease
And my nigga with this iced out chain but I
Can't get him to pay his damn child support
That's why we makin' more money, ownin'
Our own property, and ride just as nice
So now, I guess if we want to, we can buy y'all too now, huh?
Interesting. Shawnna, you wanna speak on this one?
Look, get your mind right, niggas
Get a bitch that can keep up with you
I'm tired of thinkin' to myself, "Why
In the hell did I ever fuck with you?"
I'm stuck with you, sick of your
Childish games and all the stuff you do
I'll probably mention your name, but
True to the game, I've had enough of you
I've seen your type before, throwin' your funds all over the floor
He flashin' his chains and flashin' his dough
He drinkin' a fifth, then drinkin' a Mo'
But what you don't know, this nigga broke
He can't even afford to smoke
And back in the hood, all the hustlers and Gs know he's a joke
That's why I treat a nigga, just when he eat it
I tell him, "Beat it, nigga"
Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga
DTP stay in the zone, like we on PCP
Chrome on the SS shown, I bought it recently
Y'all niggas ain't on my level, I do it so hood
Pineapple and Belve', we feelin' so good
Like niggas so what, I get my own stack
That's why I leave 'em 200 and never call back
That's right, Shawnna, pussy rule the world
Yes it does, next caller, what's up?
Man, what's up? This Mark
I wanna know, do y'all got somebody
To talk to these triflin' ass women?
Like me, I'm a good man
But all these good men get treated like shit
All "friends" callin' at 3:30 in the mornin'
Marcus don't wanna talk about no numbers
Marcus wanna talk about that ass
And I ain't havin' it
Y'all got somebody to talk to these
Women? 'Cause they need to be taught
I-20, you better talk to 'em
Yeah, get your money right, ladies, tell the man to get gone
But don't you show up to my crib with your period on
This is lesson one, baby, listen, how should I begin?
Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend
You're lyin' to yourself if you don't think he want mo'
So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your door
You all claim to have substance, self-respect, and some class
But half-naked in the club and steady shakin' your ass
Screamin' I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt
But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth?
I run the streets and you trippin', I don't make you feel safe
I stay at home and you complainin' that I think we need space
I'm not sayin' that it's fair, but it's the way that it is
Ain't no nigga tryna marry you with four or five kids
It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart
A nigga didn't write the script so I'm just doin' my part, yeah
Preach, my brother, preach
All these women out there heard that
And you better believe they did, there's millions of people listenin'
But that's our show for this evening, ladies and gentlemen
I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, alright?
Come on, baby
Check us same time, same place tomorrow
Battle of the Sexes Radio signin' off
Goodnight
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