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 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 Chris

Okay 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 hello

Yeah, 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 mothafucka

I'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 together

Get 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 better

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 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 Chris

Now 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 shit

Oh 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 Chris

Sixty 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 off

Now 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 shit

And 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 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 Chris

I 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, yep

Still 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 dark

And 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 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 Chris