Artist: Ludacris Album: Ludaversal Song: Get Lit Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] When that liquor get up in me When that liquor get up in me When that liquor get up in me When that liquor get up in me [Chorus One: Ludacris] I'm a motherfuckin BEAST (when that liquor get up in me) Tell these niggaz clear the STREETS (when that liquor get up in me) I be all up in my zone (when that liquor get up in me) I ain't never goin home (when that liquor get up in me) Get lit (get lit) get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) AHHH SHIT! Get lit (get lit) get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) AHHH SHIT! [Ludacris] I'ma drink until I'm drunk (drunk) smoke until I'm high (high) Hustle 'til I ball (ball) get money 'til I die (die) These haters want my paper and them snakes is out to get me (get me!) So when I leave this bitch I'm takin e'rything with me And with my wrist glowin and my fist throwin and my Lamborghini Aventador sneakin on the block Been goin and I been flowin, I gotta say it's Ludacris, a nigga never gonna stop Hangin with women that's lovin them drugs (drugs) neighborhood call me the plug of the plug (plug) Poppin a pill and then jump in the tub (tub) we buy out the bar, we buy out the club Got a black, AMX (AMX) I left home (left home) no Visa (no Visa) Talk money (money) and my money (money) talk back (back) like Caesar Mix soda, with the syrup, we be leanin like the Tower of Pisa (yeah!) And if y'all don't FUCK with us then we don't fuck with y'all either! [Chorus One] [Ludacris] I'm talkin one shot, two shots, three shots, fo' (fo'!) How many shots to hit the motherfuckin flo'? (flo'!) You sippin man, quit trippin man, stop actin like a hoe (hoe!) Waitress said "Another round?" I said "You already know!" You see, I started from nothin and made it up outta the hood (hood!) Dollar and a dream and I made what I could (could!) Fifty to a hundred then a hundred to a grand then a grand to a milli' nigga really what's good It's wood in the whip like a wood shop, neighbors all think that I cook rocks No peace in the streets, really got me thinkin ain't no such thing as a good cop My neck frozen on ice still (still) flows rappers just bite still (still) Platinum plaques, three Grammy's, I'd say I +Made It+ like Mike Will With coupes all on that freeway, pockets on Gabby Sidibe Got cake and women blowin like every day is my b-day [Chorus Two: Ludacris] She be gettin mighty bold (when that liquor get up in her) She be slidin down her pole (when that liquor get up in her) She be shakin it for daddy (when that liquor get up in her) Gettin freaky in the Caddy (when that liquor get up in her) Get lit (get lit) get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) AHHH SHIT! Get lit (get lit) get lit (get lit) Get lit (get lit) AHHH SHIT! [Ludacris] She draggin her mink coat, got PETA pissed, it's a pity A +Titan+ like Tennessee but she +Chiefin+ like Kansas City (hut hut hut!) She love it when she get tipsy and strip to the core essentials With her legs sprawled out, like the Air Jordan symbol She be twenty thousand feet in my apartment in the sky (sky!) Y'all hoes just drink and drive, my woman just drink and fly (pull over!) She a lady in the street, ain't nothin fake about her booty She call me for +Special Ops+, I told her that's my +Call of Duty+ [Chorus Two] [Outro] AHHH SHIT! AHHH SHIT!