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"Its all about me. I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head
to yo' toes// And I wanna, move from the bed down to the
down..."
More about Luda
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Occupation:
Baller, Rapper, Producer
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Hobbies and Interests:
Gurls, Phat Rabbits, The Dirty South, 415s, Curb Scrappin', 510s, Dub Sacks, Giving Gap Tooth Smiles, Blingin', Cadillac Grills, Gettin' Freaky Deaky Kinda Sneaky, Ballin' On the Hush
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Favorite Books:
My Black Book
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Favorite Movies:
2Fast 2Furious, Hollywood Shuffle, Boyz in Da Hood, I'm Gon' Git You Sucka, Shaft, Do the Right Thang
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Favorite Music:
Myself, DTP, Trina, Track Masters, Timbaland
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Favorite TV Shows:
MC Battles, Hip Hop Week, Oprah
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About Me:
Its all about me. I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head
to yo' toes// And I wanna, move from the bed down to the
down to the to the flo'// Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make
it so good I don't wanna leave// But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know
what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
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Who I Want to Meet:
You, Gurl. Come with your azzay that's flabbay, 1/2 inch
dimples, and double-wide smile.
But remember to...
Call me, Gurl, cuz when dat phiz-one ring-at//
Lovin' me a ci-zall on the bee-zat.//
Believe dat, but turn them phone calls into a viz-at//
cuz seein u tastes oh so good like a plate of dee-zat//
give me a keez-at on my lips and grab my masty//
urchin' for a grip on ya bi-zod, so beauty-full and nastay//
Sassy, you be talkin to me like a New Yorker cabbie//
who slapped my izz-ass, and called me Sallay//
so phat with yo game like an azzay that's flabbay//
got me runnin intuh ya arms like homebound went Lassie.//
Blast me... with a sucka punch from yo breez-ests//
slobber my face with yo lips is a thing I can't ree-sist//
I be diggin your chops like a starvin' man at a feez-est//
infectin' yo groove like some kind of tropical diseez-es//
that'll gobble up your sweetest Reeses Pieces, Lordy Jeez-us!//
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spanking me across my bottom with a
dead kitten.
scheme, like BOC I'll hitchoo in tha
head with my lazer-light beam, when
your runnin outa steam, runnin outa
road, PS2 on Big Playa mode, Do as your
told, quit frontin' the gold, I'm like
A-1 Steaksauce, Original & Bold.
Don't say that I'm crazy, you best be
praisin', what I heard through
the grapevine with the California
Raisins. What's been heard, what be the
word, Lud be the dude with muthafukin'
herb.
K-dogg & B-dogg & Cris goin' off, knock
you out like a handfull of pennies in
a sock, Strong like The Rock, logical
like Spock, DMC showin' you the way you
gotta walk
So swallow my show, I completed my
flow, Gotsta go, gotsta go, gotsta make
me the dough, Peace to da West, Peace
to da East, you best recognize this K-
dogg Rhyme-Ho beast!
and Game deflectors all wanna dis you
for your spunky spirit, wicked tongue,
and haughty ways. I love you. And I am
not afraid to admit this. You give a
schnasty voice that lives within us all.
We all wanna be Hoes. We all wanna
lick our lovers from their heads to
their toes. But we are so full of
shame. Liberate us, Luda. Liberate us.