Word Of Mouf (Explicit) - Ludacris/4 Ize

Lyrics by：Chris Bridges/Tony Hayes

Composed by：Chris Bridges/Tony Hayes

Yea uh here we go here we go here we go

That Word of Mouf baby

Here we go here we go

Here we go

Ludacris 4-Ize DE what you want now now now now

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 your health

See I ain't gotta say s**t 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 rolling on dubs I roll right into clubs

Dirty as home with more rings than ya tub

You think it's all practical jokes and big bloopers

But I smack b***hes with no titties that work at hooters

Just get a couple of girls that shaking they thangs

Then I put 'em on camera and cut two frames

With some gasoline drawers I'll be going to hell

Ludacris f**k like a n***a fresh out of jail

I got Junkyard Dogs 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' a*s

These rap cats is soft like RB 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 s**t clean

I rip meanface n***as 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 woodworking

The black Hacksaw Jim Duggin' stay lurking

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 rolls with the dozen attack flows

I rock Shaq's clothes when I alter beast

Power up get big it's disturbin' tha peace