(feat. 4-Ize)

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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