Letra de Everybody Hates Chris
Sing along with me Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates ChrisSay fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates ChrisOkay now this is for the Gs and this is for the hustlers This is for the diamonds and the watch all clustered Spread 'em like mustard, canary yellow Now women in my face like helloYeah, I'm sort of a big deal These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel This five course dinner is sort of a big meal This Bentley GT can make Luda disappear Faster than David Copperfield mothafuckaI'm talkin' five star tellies and penthouse suites Yeah, I'm just a playboy between penthouse sheets Hit the club and go and party with some penthouse freaks Party like Britney, Lindsay and Paris togetherGet in line and buyin' bottles that's taller than Chris Webber And makin' haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers 'Cause my ice gives 'em cold as if they under the weather But my women keep me warmer than a polo sweater, they betterI guess that's why everybody hates Chris Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates ChrisSay fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates ChrisNow I stay fresh to death draped in gangsta fits Over twelve million sold I drop gangsta hits Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips You swear I'm 'bout to get into some gangsta shitOh no, here comes trouble, my vision is skewed I can only see in doubles, two models, two bottles That'll pop like bubbles and when I get home The girls tops lift off like airspace shuttles And I guess that's why everybody hates ChrisSixty seconds till blast off My car got a face lift and took its mask off Tint so dark it look like I took the glass off The body was white for eight weeks Before I finally decided to take its cast offNow it's blacker than a bottom less pit You talk shit you'll end up with bottom less lip I hit a nigga so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit Then I be with Bobby V on that anonymous shitAnd I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates ChrisSay fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates ChrisI go for broke like TLC The hottest nigga on the mic, yeah I believe that's me Now all the ladies wanna give a lil TLC 'Cause Luda was set for life after three LPs, yepStill countin', still climbin' the charts And rappers still talkin' shit like they was rhymin' in farts I cross the finish line twice, they still tryin' to start But my infrared beam will make 'em shine in the darkAnd I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates ChrisSay fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris