Everybody Hates Chris (Feat. Chris Rock)

2010, That's right, we in the future
Atlanta, Georgia, millions of albums sold
Millions of moneys rolled
I see why everybody hates Chris
You light-skinned biatch!

Sing along with me!
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris

Hey, okay, now this is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers
This is for the diamonds and the watch all clustered
Spread 'em like mustard, canary yellow
Now women in my face like "hello!" (what up, ho?)
Yeah, I'm sort of a big deal
These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel
This five-course dinner is sort of a big meal
This Bentley GT can make Luda disappear
Faster than David Copperfield, motherfucker!
I'm talkin' five-star tellys and penthouse suites
Yeah, I'm just a playboy between pen house sheets
Hit the club and go and party with some penthouse freaks
Party like Britney, Lindsay, and Paris together
Gettin' live, buyin' bottles that's taller than Chris Webber
And makin' haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers
'Cause my ice gives 'em cold as if they under the weather
But my women keep me warmer than a Polo sweater, they better
I guess that's why everybody hates Chris

Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris

Now I stay fresh to death, draped in gangsta fits
Over 12 million sold, I drop gangsta hits
Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips
You would swear I'm 'bout to get into some gangsta shit
Oh no, here comes trouble
My vision is skewed, I can only see in doubles
Two models, two bottles that'll pop like bubbles
And when I get home
The girls' tops lift off like air space shuttles
And I guess that's why everybody hates Chris
Hey, it's 60 seconds 'til blast off
My car got a facelift and took its mask off
Tints so dark it look like I took the glass off
The body was white for eight weeks
Before I finally decided to take its cast off
Now it's blacker than a bottomless pit
You talk shit, you'll end up with a bottomless lip
I hit a nigga so hard, I make him swallow his spit
Then I be with Bobby V on that Anonymous shit
And I guess that's why everybody hates Chris

Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris

Hey, I go for broke like TLC
The hottest nigga on the mic, yeah, I believe that's me
Now all the ladies wanna give a little TLC (c'mon, girl)
'Cause Luda was set for life after three LPs
Yup, still countin', still climbin' the charts
And rappers still talkin' shit like they was rhymin' in farts
I crossed the finish line twice, they still tryin' to start
But my infrared beam'll make 'em shine in the dark
And I guess that's why everybody hates Chris

Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Say "fuck you, Luda!" (fuck you, Luda!)
Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris

I never did like this motherfucker
The only rapper that goes to the airport without a gun in his bag
What the fuck? You tryin' to stay out of jail? How dare you?
You got six albums. What, you tryin' to fill up an iPod, nigga?
Luda Chris, on stage at the Oscars... get the fuck outta here!
The nigga on stage at the Oscars
I don't like it, I don't like it one motherfuckin' bit
Takin' parts from good actors
This motherfucker can't act
The Hustle & Flow? Nigga, you played yourself!
Nigga... how dare you?