Rush Lyrics

Rush lyrics

[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 ¨C 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*