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Ludacris Driving Hybrid While Singing His Own Lyrics, Hopes To Become Musician One Day

Chris “Ludacris” Bridges, star of 2 Fast 2 Furious and Fred Claus, has been spotted driving the streets of L.A. with his friends. While this normally wouldn’t be news, it’s what else he’s doing that has people talking.

Luda gonna get his.

The actor, who is known to play 17th wheel to Vin Diesel in the Fast and Furious movies (right ahead of Tyrese Gibson), is also apparently a part-time rapper.

Ludacris allegedly wrote a new song all on his own, and now is driving all over L.A. with the windows down screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs. They go something like this:

“Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way”

Shakespeare is seething with jealousy. Apparently there are other lyrics, as I learned from his fans when I mocked the song. I eventually tracked down Mr. Ludacris and asked him if there are in fact more words to the song.

“Lookie here my man, I’m sure there are more lyrics to this thing, but I don’t know ’em. You ever hear of lip-syncing? I only sing the good parts,” he said.

I felt the urge to inquire into why he chose a hybrid to drive all night and he had a very simple answer.

“I love hybrids! I wanna f*ck them every time I see one, which is why I own 63 of these bad boys. They make me so excited, man. I just convinced Vin to let me and the crew drive only hybrids in the next Fast movie to raise awareness about climate change. We’re gonna save the earth, man! It’s lit!”

As he howled into the night air, he cranked the volume up on his track. Apparently what followed was the end of the song:

“So, move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way”

I was particularly touched by how so many of the bystanders began chiming in, as if they actually knew the song.

“That’s so sweet,” I muttered out-loud with a single tear rolling down my cheek. Then the crowd intensified around him and the vibe turned.

Suddenly there were pitchforks and Molotov cocktails swarming behind Ludacris as if he was the epicenter of a protest, which made the tears streaming down my face more awkward. I was clearly an outsider here.

A passerby called me a word that I’m pretty sure we’ve decided as a society isn’t okay anymore. It didn’t bother me none. I was moved by these strangers encouraging Mr. Ludacris to follow his dreams to one day become a musician.

I hope he makes it. Although, he should probably learn some more words first.

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