(feat. Redman) 



[Redman] Yo yo.. 



[Chorus x2: Redman and Lady Luck] 

[R] HEY LADIEEEES!! 

[L] Luck's the name 

[L] Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs 

[R] HEY LADIEEEES!! 

[L] Yo, you niggaz can't stop me 

[L] This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me 



[Lady Luck] 

Nigga I be, that chick that'll brawl with a dude 

Strut around nose up with a attitude 

Flaunt jewels, haunt crews, Luck is bad news 

Pull 'em out a tool, show ya what a MAC'll do 

Aim for your North Face coat 

Or put three up in your small face and a couple up in your throat 

Far from a joke, AND it's that time of the month 

My niggaz came to the party drunk, gettin it crunk 

They say it's, type foul how I look at life now 

Slumped in the drop with a loaded ri-fle 

Type wild, lifestyle, dizzy off Cris-tal 

Talk with a lisp now, walk with a limp now 

MUST be a pit now, I'm always with my man 

Grand in my hand just signed to Def Jam 

Along with Nia Long lookin for "The Best Man" 

Lay up in the wet sands when not in the 'luxe Land 

Nigga uhh 



[Redman] Yo yo.. 



[Chorus] 



[Lady Luck] 

You heard the flow's lava 

and little momma spit it hotter than the enchilada 

Foot to the floor, whip the Jag like a stunt driver (SCREEE!) 

The glock right beside her 

And Shannon Scholar follow and we came to lock the block up 

You heard "blaka blaka" coward get your coke and rocks up 

Somebody call the cops up, need vice squad to stop up 

Doin a buck-thirty zone in a big poppa 

How I look; fallin in love and then Luck get knocked up? 

I need a brolic nigga (uhh) hydraulic nigga (uhh) 

Swervin from the feds, ridin coke pilin nigga 

I'm never silent nigga, Luck get kinda violent nigga 

The type to snatch you out your car and take your wallet nigga 

(Get outta there!) I roll with cuz-ons, fam get your thug on 

(Why not?) Type to beat a nigga down if he mug wrong 

Every time, Luck mix coke in every line 

And stop askin nigga yeah I write my own rhymes 



[Redman] Yo yo.. 



[Chorus] 



[Lady Luck] 

Nigga I be, that chick that have you eatin through an IV 

[beep, beep, FLATLINE] You cowards try me I'll let the slugs fly free 

Where the rocks be? Where the jocks be? 

You grab a glock and let it pop if you gon' stop me 

I'm probably hot, the Goddess in here 

Better spit your hardest this year, I'm starvin this year 

Regardless who here, Luck gon' murder the flow 

You broke-ass niggaz act like you allergic to dough 

Never get none nigga let your lip run 

And watch my clique come, cock back and spit one (blaow!) 

Move smoother than the juices when my clit cum (uhh) 

And every time I rock, watch my pockets thick-en 

Y'all ride dick on any cat that can buy the P-rada 

and scatter my motto why bother when Luck about dollars 

Female rap Tony Montana bubble like saunas 

Bring the armor make your block look like a tiny Pearl Harbor 

You wants no drama 



[Redman] Yo yo.. 



[Chorus] 



[Chorus x1/2] 



[Redman] 

HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild 

Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) 

Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) 

HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild 

Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) 

Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) 

HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild 

Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) 

Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) 

HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild 

Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) 

Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) 



[Lady Luck] 

Luck's the name 

Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs 

Yo, you niggaz can't stop me 

This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me