Artist: Funk Master Flex f/ Lady Luck & A Kid Called Roots Album: The Mix Tape Volume IV: 60 Minutes of Funk Song: Rush Typed by: Mothegreat@bet.com [Lady Luck] Uhh, what Lady Luck Def Jam Shutting the game down from the whip To the tunnel You in da club Yo Bang this What ya'll gonna do when we rush the door Buy out the bar then rush the floor (niggas) Touch ya whore, I puff the raw Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw Don't trust a broad who rocking the Timberlands Criminal like Eminem don't act feminine But talk slick and six hit your women friends Ball like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon It's them again (who) Niggas hotter then you It's like cop car lights with my rocks in view Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace Chick about them dollars, be a queen like Hollis Rockwilders, pop collars, glock hollers At Any nigga out to stop ours Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot (Chorus) x2 [A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck) All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c'mon) Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon) We keep it hot from wall to wall (c'mon) From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah) [Lady Luck] I came in the door, said it before Luck getting drunk till I fall to the floor Come back for more, rock wall to wall Ball till I score, then out by the morn How I dip and ride that whip I drive On I-95 getting hed in the ride Me and Root sipping Gin and The Juice Jewelry to loose, jeans hang over my boots You keep think that you bullet proof Till I put to your head give it a sunroof Good God, my whole squad hard And bank accounts is large Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean John Chick shake yo ass like you want some cash Nigga pump it fast like you want some ass We don't flash, we blast Whip crash, we laugh Got the game on smash, with my sexy ass (Chorus) x2 (Bridge) [A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck) Watch them boys they riot here (ya ya ya yeah) We came to fight in here (ya ya ya yeah) Turn off those lights in here (ya ya ya yeah) We snatch y'all ice in here [Lady Luck] I said me and my medicine High off Excedrin Luck spit better than half you veterans In a hundred degree whether she got leather skin Never deal with problems if the cheddar ain't in Let us begin on how y'all never again will win Vodka and gin will have my fist rocking ya chin Smoke till eyes like Lil Kim – slim Light skin, fight men, life very exciting Move like lighting, can't do the wife thing Keep an ice ring, lips very enticing Look this is my thing, till the fat chick sing I sex tracks with Viagra and ginseng Love to bling bling, your glocks go Bing Bing Mines go BLOW BLOW, hater how you like me now The flow, the style, the dough, will pow For Def Jam, Kev Liles, now it's critical (Chorus) x2 [Lady Luck] Bounce, c'mon, Def Jam (yeah) (Ya ya yeah) Lady Luck, Roots, Roots (yeah) Cuz-on, cuz-on, party on, party on Uh ya ya yeah (x3) *Laughs*