Hey Ladies lyrics

Artist  : Lady Luck 
Song : Hey Ladies



 Send "Hey Ladies" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
f/ Redman







[Redman] Yo yo..







{Chorus 2X: Redman and Lady Luck



[R] HEY LADIEEEES!!



[L] Luck's the name



[L] Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them
thangs



[R] HEY LADIEEEES!!



[L] Yo, you niggaz can't stop me



[L] This chick is cocky with the big body papi
bought me







[Lady Luck]



Nigga I be, that chick that'll brawl with a
dude



Strut around nose up with a attitude



Flaunt jewels, haunt crews, Luck is bad news



Pull 'em out a tool, show ya what a MAC'll do



Aim for your North Face coat



Or put three up in your small face and a couple
up in your throat



Far from a joke, AND it's that time of the
month



My niggaz came to the party drunk, gettin it
crunk



They say it's, type foul how I look at life
now



Slumped in the drop with a loaded ri-fle



Type wild, lifestyle, dizzy off Cris-tal



Talk with a lisp now, walk with a limp now



MUST be a pit now, I'm always with my man



Grand in my hand just signed to Def Jam



Along with Nia Long lookin for "The Best
Man"



Lay up in the wet sands when not in the 'luxe
Land



Nigga uhh







[Redman] Yo yo..







{Chorus







[Lady Luck]



You heard the flow's lava



and little momma spit it hotter than the
enchilada



Foot to the floor, whip the Jag like a stunt
driver {*SCREEE!*



The glock right beside her



And Shannon Scholar follow and we came to lock
the block up



You heard "blaka blaka" coward get your
coke and rocks up



Somebody call the cops up, need vice squad to
stop up



Doin a buck-thirty zone in a big poppa



How I look; fallin in love and then Luck get
knocked up?



I need a brolic nigga (uhh) hydraulic nigga
(uhh)



Swervin from the feds, ridin coke pilin nigga



I'm never silent nigga, Luck get kinda violent
nigga



The type to snatch you out your car and take your
wallet nigga



(Get outta there!) I roll with cuz-ons, fam get
your thug on



(Why not?) Type to beat a nigga down if he mug
wrong



Every time, Luck mix coke in every line



And stop askin nigga yeah I write my own
rhymes







[Redman] Yo yo..







{Chorus







[Lady Luck]



Nigga I be, that chick that have you eatin
through an IV



{*beep, beep, FLATLINE* You cowards try me I'll
let the slugs fly free



Where the rocks be?Where the jocks be?



You grab a glock and let it pop if you gon' stop
me



I'm probably hot, the Goddess in here



Better spit your hardest this year, I'm starvin
this year



Regardless who here, Luck gon' murder the flow



You broke-ass niggaz act like you allergic to
dough



Never get none nigga let your lip run



And watch my clique come, cock back and spit one
(blaow!)



Move smoother than the juices when my clit cum
(uhh)



And every time I rock, watch my pockets
thick-en



Y'all ride dick on any cat that can buy the
P-rada



and scatter my motto why bother when Luck about
dollars



Female rap Tony Montana bubble like saunas



Bring the armor make your block look like a tiny
Pearl Harbor



You wants no drama







[Redman] Yo yo..







{Chorus







{Chorus - 1/2X







[Redman]



HEY LADIEEEES!!Yo wild



Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)



Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)



HEY LADIEEEES!!Yo wild



Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)



Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)



HEY LADIEEEES!!Yo wild



Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)



Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)



HEY LADIEEEES!!Yo wild



Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)



Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)







[Lady Luck]



Luck's the name



Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them
thangs



Yo, you niggaz can't stop me



This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought
me