Everybody Hates Chris
Ludacris Lyrics


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Sing along with me,

[Chorus]
Say fuck you Luda [Repeat: x3]
Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris
Say fuck you Luda [Repeat: x3]
Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris
OK now, this is for the Gs and this is for the hustlers
This is for the diamonds and the watch all clustered
Spread em like mustard, canary yellow
Now women in my face like hello
Yea I'm sort of a big deal
These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel
This five course dinner is sort of a big meal
This Bentley GT can make Luda disappear
Faster than David Copperfield motherfucker
I'm talking five star tell is, and penthouse suites
Yea I'm just a playboy between penthouse sheets
Hit the club and go and party with some penthouse freaks
Party with Britney, Lindsay and Paris together
Get in line and buying bottles that's taller than Chris Webber
And making haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers
Cause my ice gives em cold like they as if they under the weather
But my women keep me warmer than a polo sweater

[Chorus]

Now I stay fresh to death draped in gangsta fits
Over 12 million sold I drop gangsta hits
Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips
You swear I'm bout to get into some gangsta shit
Oh no here comes trouble, my vision is skewed
I can only see in doubles, two models two bottles
That'll pop like bubbles and when I get home
The girls tops lift off like airspace shuttles
60 seconds till blast off
My car got a face lift and took its mask off
Tint so dark it look like I took the glass off
The body was white for 8 weeks
Before I finally decided to take its cast off
Now its blacker than a bottom less pit
You talk shit you'll end up with bottom less lip
I hit a nigga so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit
Then I be wit Bobby V on that anonymous shit

[Chorus]

I go for broke like TLC
The hottest nigga on the mic
Yea I believe that's me
Now all the ladies wanna give a lil' TLC
Cause Luda was set for life after 3 LPs
Yep,
Still counting still climbing the charts
And rappers still talking shit
Like they was rhyming in farts
I cross the finish line twice
They still trying to start
But my infrared beam will make em shine in the dark





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Everybody Hates Chris" by Ludacris is a braggadocious and cocky tune in which the rapper boasts about his wealth, fame and success. Ludacris uses the chorus "Say fuck you Luda, yea I guess that's why everybody hates Chris" to assert that he knows he is hated by many due to his over the top lifestyle. He describes himself as being sort of a big deal, driving a Bentley GT and wearing expensive diamond jewelry that makes haters sneeze. Ludacris claims that he lives in mansions, parties with celebrities like Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, and Paris Hilton, and is surrounded by beautiful women who keep him warm.


At its core, "Everybody Hates Chris" is a song about excess and vanity. Ludacris revels in his money and fame and takes pleasure in the fact that some may hate him for it. He views his success as evidence of his talent and hard work and is unapologetic about his luxurious lifestyle. The song's lyrics are an interesting commentary on the rap culture of the early 2000s, which often celebrated wealth and success as the ultimate signifiers of worth.


Line by Line Meaning

Sing along with me,
Get ready to join me in this song


[Chorus]
Repeating that people hate Chris and they say fuck you to Ludacris


OK now, this is for the Gs and this is for the hustlers
My song is dedicated to gangsters and those who work hard


This is for the diamonds and the watch all clustered
People with lots of bling and flashy watches can relate to my song


Spread em like mustard, canary yellow
My jewelry is bright and noticeable like yellow mustard


Now women in my face like hello
Girls are always approaching me


Yea I'm sort of a big deal
I am famous and important


These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel
My car wheels are pretty flashy and expensive


This five course dinner is sort of a big meal
I am spending a lot of money on fancy meals


This Bentley GT can make Luda disappear
My expensive car can help me escape fame and paparazzi


Faster than David Copperfield motherfucker
I can disappear even faster than a famous magician


I'm talking five star tell is, and penthouse suites
I am staying in very luxurious hotels and penthouses


Yea I'm just a playboy between penthouse sheets
I have a lot of casual sex


Hit the club and go and party with some penthouse freaks
I go to clubs and party with people who are into kinky stuff


Party with Britney, Lindsay and Paris together
I party with famous people like Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton


Get in line and buying bottles that's taller than Chris Webber
I am buying really expensive and impressive bottles of alcohol


And making haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers
My flashy jewelry and clothing make jealous people angry


Cause my ice gives em cold like they as if they under the weather
My jewelry is so icy that it makes people feel cold as if they are sick


But my women keep me warmer than a polo sweater
My girlfriends keep me happy and emotionally warm


[Chorus]
Repeating that people hate Chris and they say fuck you to Ludacris


Now I stay fresh to death draped in gangsta fits
I am always wearing the freshest and most expensive gangster clothing


Over 12 million sold I drop gangsta hits
I have sold over 12 million records with my gangster music


Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips
I live in mansions and drive expensive, flashy cars


You swear I'm bout to get into some gangsta shit
People think I am always going to get into some gangster trouble


Oh no here comes trouble, my vision is skewed
Trouble is always around the corner and I can't see it clearly


I can only see in doubles, two models two bottles
I am always surrounded by two models and two bottles of alcohol


That'll pop like bubbles and when I get home
The bottles will pop open like bubbles and I will have a wild time


The girls tops lift off like airspace shuttles
The girls are taking their tops off like spaceships lifting off


60 seconds till blast off
I am ready to have fun and start partying


My car got a face lift and took its mask off
My car has been customized and has taken off its cover


Tint so dark it look like I took the glass off
My car windows are so dark it looks like there is no glass on them


The body was white for 8 weeks
My car was being painted white for 8 weeks


Before I finally decided to take its cast off
Before I removed the top coat of paint on my car


Now its blacker than a bottom less pit
My car is now very dark in color


You talk shit you'll end up with bottom less lip
If you talk badly about me, I will physically harm you


I hit a nigga so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit
I can beat someone up so bad that they will start drooling


Then I be wit Bobby V on that anonymous shit
Then I hang out with Bobby V and do some anonymous things


[Chorus]
Repeating that people hate Chris and they say fuck you to Ludacris


I go for broke like TLC
I risk it all like the girl group TLC


The hottest nigga on the mic
I am the best rapper


Yea I believe that's me
I am confident in my skills


Now all the ladies wanna give a lil' TLC
Now all the girls want to give me attention and love


Cause Luda was set for life after 3 LPs
Because I became rich and famous after releasing only 3 albums


Yep,
That's right


Still counting still climbing the charts
I am still making hits and climbing the charts


And rappers still talking shit
Other rappers are still trying to talk badly about me


Like they was rhyming in farts
Their insults are worthless and meaningless


I cross the finish line twice
I have achieved the most success


They still trying to start
Other rappers are still trying to compete with me


But my infrared beam will make em shine in the dark
I will always be better than my competition and they will never match up to me


[Chorus]
Repeating that people hate Chris and they say fuck you to Ludacris




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, JOHNNY WILLIAM BRISTOL, SMOKEY ROBINSON

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