Cry Babies (Oh No) Lyrics

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

I got people scared as f**k like when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight
You frostin' like a flake and Ludacris feels great
Who want come face me, face come want who?
And women give me face until they're face turns blue
They can't breathe, d**k to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations

I Playstations, duck cops and lose agents
I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and f**k patients
When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme
My black a*s is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime
And it'll hurt if I swallow but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals, I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpa*s flick pennies at rush hour

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap a*s with both hands
Delete your first steps but I'll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my Mama said, "It ain't worth it"
But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perfect
Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives
You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a Sac King like Chris Webber
Luda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble

When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My cars got big TVs and satellites
I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White
And the survey says?
(Kill a muthaf**ka now)
Could it be off with his head?
(Or shoot a muthaf**ka down)
Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef
Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

I kick niggas in they're a*s reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble
You see I'm from a small town called fresh out a cop's a*s
Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed
I smell puss from fifty yards
Y'all not playin' with full decks
As if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and stickin' 'em
And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em
A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown a*s man and you're sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies
Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home