Hell Of A Night Lyrics - Ludacris

Hell Of A Night Lyrics - Ludacris

 [Intro]

I feel fantastic!

I wanna fuck something!

(It's about to be a hell of a night) x3

[Verse 1]

Luda!

Rollin' down the highway

Nothin' for me to do but smoke up if it's a Friday

Break it down, spread it out, nigga, roll up!

And let's see what they about, call them hoes up

Ludacris, man these bitches want my last name

Sip slow but I'm drivin' all in the fast lane

Get the fuck up out my way, man, move bitch!

And quit yappin' if you never wanna do shit

I'm all about it, get your mind right

Been makin' money since before I was in the limelight

Grind right... Bitch what's uuup?

Top down, but I feel like gettin' fucked uuuu-u-u-u-up

I get high but the bass low

A real nigga, what your woman wanna shake for

When you shake it for a baller, better shake it right

'Cuz it's about to be a hell of a night

[Hook]

It's about to be a hell of a night x4

I'm fucked up! (x4)

I'm high as hell! (x4)

It's about to be a hell of a night

[Verse 2]

Club packed, and women gettin' they drink on

Just looking for a reason to get they freak on

Catch me up in the VIP and it's roped off (Why?)

TO keep raggedy ass hoes off

And I'm 'bout to have a smoke-off

Rich nigga, but I'm trying to get broke off

Turn it up as I make the beat break down

Ass up... FACE DOWN!

Yeah, that's still the best way to get it

Down the middle, that's the best way to split it

I'm talkin' money, Disturbing Tha Peace racked up

One too many American black cards stacked uuuu-u-u-up

Backed up and it's on

Don't get beat down to the song

I see these hatin' ass niggas wanna fight

Well it's about to be a hell of a night

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I'm always looking for trouble to get into

Tell your girlfriend's friends, bring friends too

What you drinkin'? I got it, I pour it all up

Southside, my partners they throw it all up

I don't want a menage, so bitch, let go

I'm tryin'a get three women, play Connect 4

Congratulations, you made it into the Top 5

Your mouth helped me push the Bentley into Mach 5

She got me speedin' in the red zone

Or as Luda like to call it, it's the Head Zone

Heads up! A bread winner, the bread's up

So make a peace sign baby, put your legs up

Is it really that good to ya?

Do you like it when a nigga talk hood to ya?

Do you like a lil' scratch, lil' bite?

Well, it's about to be a hell of a night

[Hook]