Lyrics:
Ludacris Theater Of The Mind

Ross, Ludacris This has been another episode of Southern Gangsta Thanks for tunin' in, what's next for Luda? Well, anything's possible in the Theater

Here we go! Surprise nigga It was bound to happen sooner or later They ain't ready for this) History has been made ATL, yeah Cuz' I got it All these

Sing along with me, Say fuck you Luda 3x Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Say fuck you Luda 3x Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates

sneak dissin' niggas, throwin' little jabs like Bam-Bam And I'm a bad man, they amateurs like at Apollo I wipe 'em off the stage like Sandman Damn man, what the hell you smokin' on? It's Ludacris

what you are (yeah yeah) that?s what you are, that?s what you are Now that?s contagious (ooh ooh) ooohhh, that?s what you are, (Luda) hey Ludacris (

never offer my condolence But I'll offer y'all a day of atonement, cause I'm a lyricist to the death, so I got what you need Ludacris, I'm the last

Cool, so if ya boyfriend thinks your loyal to his ass Then he's a motherfuckin' fool Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist Iconic status and his name is Ludacris

the champ in the south ?Cause rappers get in the booth and I keep draggin' them out Where they fired and these pink slips I keep handin' them out ?Cause this is Theater of Mind

snaek dissin' niggas, throwin' little jabs like Bam-Bam, and I'm a bad man, they amatures like at Apollo, I wipe 'em off the stage like Sandman, damn man, what the hell you smokin' on, it's Ludacris