Yea-uh, here we go here we go here we go

Talk about that Word of Mouf baby!!

Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go

Ludacris, 4-Ize, D.E. what you want now now now now



[Ludacris]

Check it

You see I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquor

And women that are real life scratch'n'sniff stickers

I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers

Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor

You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for ya health

See I ain't gotta say SHIT! Money speaks for itself

With all models I make I'm +Great+ like five +Lakes+

You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my skates!

You rollin on dubs, I roll right into clubs

Dirtiest home with more rings than ya tub

You think it's all practical jokes and big bloopers

But I smack bitches with no titties that work at Hooters

Just get a couple of girls that shakin they thangs

Then I, put 'em on camera and cut two frames

With some gasoline drawers I'll be goin to hell

Ludacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of jail!

I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper

And my baby's assed out, cause I rub my cars with her diapers

So you can pray for now if you sinned in the past

"Word of Mouf" time to wipe that silly grin off yo' ass



[4-Ize]

These rap cats is soft like R&B singers

It's 4-Ize, I've worked for wings and chicken fingers

I reps mo' parts so Chi-Town could get seen

I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean

I rip meanface niggaz one by one

or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come

Instead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from woodworkin

The black Hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkin

Creepin, I'm in the shadows, the nightshade

You want the tail in the back or, a light fade?

Cause Tony Scissorhands is the barber, the butcher

I kill ya smoke a blunt and forget where I put ya

I'm Soopafly like Snuka, I smack hoes

The black rose with the dozen attack flows

I rock Shaq's clothes when I alter beast

Power up, get big, it's Disturbin' Tha Peace



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