ULTIMATE SATISFACTION FEATURING FIELD MOB

Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction. Satisfaction. Yea, we 'boout to blow you a shotgun right through your speakers. We breathin' life back into the music industry man. Ludacris and Field Mob, mouth to mic resuscitation. Let's go. Yea, blow me a shotgun. Bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun. Bl-bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun. It gives me satisfaction. Can you handle it, 808 bang in the back with the woofer like boom-boom-boom-boom, With my foot up on the pedal and my hand on my strap, Got the engine like vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom. Wassup! (Wassup!) You ain't never heard a nigga rap quite like this before, I got an addictive flow that'll give you satisfaction. I'mma make you satisfied, even if kills me, Even if it takes the slower minds a little bit of time to feel me, Recollect the 15 million I've sold, and the thirth times I went Gold, And if you take two puffs of this dro then it'll give you satisfaction. I've sold the most and no one's close but I'm not meaning to brag, It's different strokes for different folks, like Angelina and Brad. Some keep the heat in the stash, put 30 keys in the Jag, And if cops ain't peepin' your tag, you're gonna feel some satisfaction. Pumpin' out albums like Reverend Run is pumpin' out children, here's another one, So catch me on more 24s than Keifer Sutherland. I'm bound to be the greatest, I'm determined to win, Until then, I can't get no satisfaction. Yea, blow me a shotgun. Bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun. Bl-bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun. It gives me satisfaction. (T minus 10 seconds. We have one half of the group Field Mob. He goes by the name of Chevy Pendergrass. We have blast-off.) I'm the one that went to the gun fight with a knife and won, Left with his pistol and left him there to die, he tried to run, Just because my verse second don't mean that I am not the one, When I'm done, I'm guaranteed to give ya satisfaction. I might not be the best in the world, but the best the world's ever seen, I'm Albany, Georgia's Dougherty County, ding-a-ling king, When I'm diggin' deep in the spleen, I'mma make her cream as she scream, Baby get me hard like a Snickers bar, I give satisfaction. The Southern way, no other way so muthafuck what you say, Y'all had the spot, we took you off the top like a toupee, Your coast, we kicked and pushed in this fiasco like Lupe, Back that ass up like Juvy, 'cause the South we givin' 'em satisfaction. Even since I signed with Luda and them, my chances of losin' been slim, Y'all talk that smack but copycat and do a movie like him. Yessir my mob got that goodie, as if my group had a Gipp. We gon' continue to give them a double dose of satisfaction. Yea, blow me a shotgun. Bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun. Bl-bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun. It gives me satisfaction. (T minus 10 seconds. I got that fire. We have the other half of the group Field Mob. I got that fire. He goes by the name of Fleetwood Mac. I got that fire. We have blast off.) Tell Flex drop the bomb, when I rhyme it's TNT, That's why my money long as the line at DMV. When they askin' who was that that was snappin' I'm the answer, you like Snickers with no nuts no satisfaction. I hustle and flow, I done been 'bout my cheese since I was knee high, Weed, what you need, hit me, I'mma drop off Ps just like I'm T.I. Earvin Johnson, gimme that rock and magic happen, It's Shawn Jay, dope sold, money fold, satisfaction. I been the nigga they can't fuck with, hot but the flow cold, Flip rocks by the boatload, OG no sleep, see me drift off, get your No-Doz, Ziplocs full of 'dro, tote big glocks on the hip cocked, Try to play the big shot get popped with the four-four, Don't be the reason they moppin' the floor folk, Pay me, that's my satisfaction. Food for thought, lemme get that guap, man I need this cream, Where my cake, gimme my candles, I got sweet sixteens. Now the kid with the cocaine flow got DTP on his necklace, Now Luda tell 'em what you think about your investment, satisfaction. Yea, blow me a shotgun. Bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun. Bl-bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun. It gives me satisfaction. Yea, blow me a shotgun. Bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun. Bl-bl-bl-bl-blow me a shotgun. It gives me satisfaction.