Ludacris - Back For The First Time Album Lyrics

[Ludacris]
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now,
give it to me now

[Shawna]
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah
(Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me
now

[Ludacris]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your
toes
And I wanna move from the bed down, to the down to the, to the
floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to
kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Trina]
I wanna
li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed
down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I
don't wanna leave
But you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know what's your
fantasies

[Trina (Ludacris)]
You know what I need
Somebody
that who can come li-li-lick the clit
(Alright)
And a nigga who ain't
thinking 'bout a Trina LP
And I'll make him go and get my shit
We can go
from a fly ass jetta to a Coupe De Ville
Hotel tally ho or the Beverly
Hill
A real nigga not the run of the mill
To come and spank me and make me
shoot to kill
From the kitchen then you can move me
To the jaccuzzi and
out the booty
Come and do your duty
Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a
movie
Butt naked in a bed of cash
Make tough stuff stutter when I shake my
ass
Damn she back, I though she a thing of the past
Cause I'm a bad bitch
and I'm off the glass (Okay)
Having sex in little jets menage'tois
Getting
buck wild no matter where we are
Indie 500 in the back of the car
In a
dark ass club on the back of a bar
Never want, never ever wanna leave
Work
for me like league over seas
I want a man to fulfill my needs
To keep my
body trembling and buckle my knees

[Ludacris]
I wanna
li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed
down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I
don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your
fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to
your toes
And I wanna move from the bed, down to the down to the to the
floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta
kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
I wanna do in the
canopy
I wanna do it where your girl gon see and get mad at me
I want a
nigga that'll grab the weave
And turn my eyes Chinese
Tell me baby can you
handle me?
I wanna do it all in your mouth
Then I'll pull the ass
out
Make you bounce till you pass out
Or we can cut up in the grass
And
give the neighbors a flash
Can you tell me who the bad motherf*cker
now?
Said I wanna take-ta-take-take a nigga back to the crib
And I wanna
do, do all the things that I never did
Like I up on the top-to-top-top of the
projects getting head
Or you can find me in a dro-drop-drop-drop on dubs in
the candy red
I like a nigga when he face down, mouth wide
Polo down with
them blades on the ride
Give me a pound with the case on the side
But it's
okay I'm gon break something tonight
Oh see get on your knees
And I'll
show you what's my fantasy
Like up in the coupe, coupe
Tell your bitch she
ain't gotta be mad at me

[Ludacris]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you
from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to
the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna
leave
(Remix, remix)
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your
fan-ta-sy

[Foxy Brown]
You gotta li li li lick me from my ass
to my clit
Then you gotta su-suck the pussy while I sit on your dick
And I
wanna talk some shit while I feel it get stiff
And then ruba-dub on my tits
while I nut on your lips nigga

I'm a BK bitch, love to ride dick
Ass
in his face, cock spread out
Nigga uptown, nigga down south
Same ol' shit,
foot's in his mouth
F-O-X call me rough sex
Especially when a bitch get
right on the X
Get it, right on X
F*ck him, check right to the
next
Bitches go right, Fox right to the left
Nigga can't f*ck, burner on
his chest
36 D's, Prada on the breats
Baddest, send him home with na na on
his breath
What? How you think a bitch got my rep?
3 Mills, still BK to
the death
Still don't give a f*ck
Still pose naked
Still specialize on
sittin' on niggas faces
Pop magnum's by the cases
X5 Benz still spend big
faces
Big frown, brown, hold first places
You know what you can do
nigga?
You can li li li lick me from my ass to my clit
And ruba-dub up on
my tits while I nu-nut on your lips, f*cka

[Ludacris]
I wanna
li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed
down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I
don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your
fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to
your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the
floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to
kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Ludacris]
I wanna
li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed
down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I
don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your
fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to
your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the
floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I got to
kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Ludacris]
I wanna
li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed
down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I
don't wanna leave
But I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your
fan-ta-sy

[Trina]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to
your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the
floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But you gotta
let me kn-kn-kn-know what's your fantasies

[Ludacris - Verse One]
I be that nigga named Ludi
a k a L-O-V-A
L-O-V-A
F*ck that shit
Nigga what you wan say one time
Southside let's
ride (say what)
And if you love what you do, do what you feel
Then I know
you gonna mark my words
Yall drop shit like birds
Then it's about the time
for yo ass to get served
Just lay it on down
Just lay it on down 
While
we relax to the tight raps
And the phat tracks
That that nigga Timbaland
put down
Oh yes, let's get it on down to the nitty grit
Don't have no time
for the patient
Cuz I got more dick than a lil' bit
And time flies, when
I'm havin' fun
I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just "run baby
run"
I guess that they can't handle this
Brothers just to scandalous
If
you don't wanna get freaked
then get out my way like an ambulance (say
what)
Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the fake
And
tell you boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hate
Kick back relax, and just
take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)

Yea

[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS]
Let me touch it (let me
touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab
it)
That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it
(let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me
grab it)
That-that rabbit (ohhh, c'mon)
Let me touch it (let me touch
it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
Fat
rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me
feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That-that fat
rabbit (uh oh)

[Ludacris - Verse Two]
Fatter than fat facts
like a dove sack
Showin' them where that love's at
So open up your eyes
and get a surprise like in CrackerJacks
Punan' Don happy
Givin' up that
nappy dug out
Get the cut up, then I cut out
Why you standin there wit yo'
butt out (whoo)
And it's always in the back of my mind
Wherever the place,
whenever the time
Even in College Park, after dark, I'ma get my
sunshine
Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in
ya
Beginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner
And let
dinner be served
Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder
and put
so much light in yo' life I'll make the roaches scatter
The wetta the betta,
I'm ready to get ya
Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar
So I can freak ya
like I just met ya
Hot like a sauna, get comfy like in a Cadillac
Nick
nack paddy wack give a dog a bone Jack
Kick back relax and just take off yo
shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)

Yea

[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS TWO]
Let me touch it (let
me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab
it)
That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it
(let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it,
girl (let me grab it)
That-that rabbit, girl (ohhh, c'mon)
Let me touch
it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me
grab it, girl (let me grab it)
Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat
rabbit)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let
me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that fat rabbit,
girl (uh oh)

[Ludacris]
Yo' love is
supa-cala-fragalistic
You don't know how bad I missed it
If it broke then
don't fix it
Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit
Reminisce like Mary
I
gotta pop that cherry
Kinda like that coochie
You wanna be my
hoochie
Better than my advesary
Don't be so scary
I, never thought that
you could act up
Make a nigga wanna back up
Keep it tight through the
night while I wet this track up
So we can slip and slide
Make you wanna
dip and dive
Trippin' while we rip and ride
Til I get to the coming
side
Got you where I want yo ass
In the case of an emergency, break the
glass
Keep yo eyes on the President, erase the past
We be happy if we had
more blunts to pass
Get done up and run up
And the guts of yo butt don't
shake like they used to
I wake 'em up like a rooster
Take it slow, not
faster than a turbo rooster
No worry, no hurry
No pain, no gain
Keep yo
eyes on strain
Cuz ain't a damn thing changed
Kick back, relax and take
off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)

Yea

[Repeat CHORUS TWO]

[Crowds] 
Let me
touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it,
let me grab it
Fat rabbit, fat rabbit
[repeat
x4]

[Timbaland]
Wha, uh huh
Yea
Dirty South, can
y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me
Dirty
South, can y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel
me
Dirty South, (uh huh) can y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel
me
West Coast

Yeah yeah
It's an everyday stuggle
Trying to get out
Trying to get
out
Trying to make it
Check this out
nigga
What

[Chorus:]
I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard
place
Bad luck is what resluts from my paper chase
I keep looking it ain't
no dough
So I don't wanna look no mo what
[repeat]

I need to
get away to another day or place in time
And find where reality can ease my
mind
And shine on me like the sons of the earth
For what it's worth my
turf is ruff and rugged so I gave birth
To a dream where cream lies
between
All the dirt and the gravel so I battle to achieve my green
And
still try to move forward at a steady pace
Cause bad luck is interfering with
my paper chase
So I erase the crime lies and sad cries
Wit sore eyes and
keep mines on the uprise
But it don't work cause im steady getting
jerked
By my neighborhood up to no good where bad niggas lurk
The urk me
leaving effects that's too negative
So Ludacris is looking for a better place
to live
And I can't stand it it's really got me buggin
It's like im in the
war and I just keep on tuggin cause i'm

[Chorus]

I try to
find a way outta this maze
It's got me crazed im in a daze
So many ways to
boost into a different phase
But I can't think I can't do nothing
You
think I'm fronting
You hear me grunting
Lord you ain't even saying
nuttin
I need some currency before there's an emergency
Forget crimes I
won't let my mind get the best of me
It's not gone happen I'm trapped in two
worlds
On one side I see diamonds on the other I see pearls
It's a
whirlwind disaster with two damn sides
So i'm gone with the wind and come
right back with the tide
Cause I keep my eyes on the skies and my head in the
clouds
And when my mouth is shut up it makes my thoughts get loud
It's
like a crowd in a stadium
Mils I be craving em
Money making schemes locked
up in my cranium
Cause I need outta this critical situation
My mind's in
jail I don't know the time that it's facing
i'm

[Chorus]

I'm sick of knockin I'm sick of
clocking
I'm sick of droppin in a hole never reaching my goal
It's got my
soul seperated into pieces
It just increases
I'm hit wit anger like a
cooked tit wit hot greases
So if you understood my attitude
Maybe you feel
what i'm feeling
And then it start appealing
To ya intellect and aspect of
dreams and aspirations
Death by temptations even got my heart basting
So
i'm tracing the line where I can find a better path
And make it last sit back
and laugh before the aftermath
The tragic flaw is what makes it raw
So let
it fall and i'll get through it even if I have to crawl
My way, I see the sun
and there's no delay
And i'ma pray cause the lord will make a brighter
day
Or will he keep me in his holding cell
But enough wit the questions
the only story to tell
is that I'm

[Chorus]