Artist: Big K.R.I.T. f/ Ludacris Album: Live from the Underground Song: What U Mean Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.] What you mean you ain't nasty? Why the fuck you came? Why the fuck you came? Why the-why the fuck you came? What you mean you ain't nasty? Why the fuck you came? Don't you see the grill, candy on the frame? What you mean you ain't nasty? Why the fuck you came? Why the fuck you came? Why the-why the fuck you came? What you mean you ain't nasty? Why the fuck you came? Don't be pushing on my buttons, wait a minute motherfucker [Big K.R.I.T.] Bout time niggas seen the real Old school car with the grill Candy doors, valet can't help you up out it Top fell off and ain't shit I could do about it Ride clean, every day's a holiday Getting paid, every day's a bottle day And you ain't seen a pimp until you seen me on the corner Last time your bitch chose me, but I ain't want her Get money, motherfuck fame Tryna break a hoe and make change If you knew me from the ribbit, then you knew that I was tipping You's a motherfucking liar if I ain't repping Mississippi What you know about it? Krizzle still cold on 'em My gift of gab came with a bow on it So if you riding and you down for the smashing So what you mean, what you mean, what you mean? [Chorus] [Big K.R.I.T.] Don't you wanna rest off in this glass house? If I let you ride, set that ass out Don't play me like no trick, that shit's so overrated All this super bassing, woofer quaking got you motivated Haters screaming favors never stopped me Su-su-sucker motherfuckers never blocked me Popping trunk, dropping top as I beat the bass If you don't know what K.R.I.T. mean by now, then bitch you super late Po-po-pour another four up to recuperate If pimping is a Bloodsport, I kick it like a Kumite Working boppers on the field like it's two-a-day Three-a-day, four-a-day, any day a pro say Shake it for a player, let me see it If you looking for a southern country bumpkin, let me be it You say you riding and you down for the smashing So what you mean, what you mean, what you mean? [Chorus] [Ludacris] Luda~! I knew a bitch named Mandy, she was a pink toe She had a lisp, so I asked her could she deep throat? Said she'd never done it, she said she'd never tried She's sitting there telling a motherfucking lie I said baby don't you worry, just get down on your knees cause some warm head will turn me up a couple degrees So just throw your lips around this anaconda and squeeze and you'll keep a nigga harder than some government cheese I say all women are freaks, they just need an excuse Pretending they all tight when these bitches is loose That's why I stay strapped up when I'm knocking the boots and love that military pussy, I just need some recruits (troops, a-ten-hut!) Salute a pimp, yeah it's Luda-pimp Bad bitches join my team, ugly hoes exempt After midnight don't play no motherfucking games cause if you do, all you gon' hear me say is [Chorus]