(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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