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
[ad libs to end]