Yea-uh, here we go, we go, here we go about that word of Mouf baby Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go Ludacris, 4-Ize, D E you want now now now now
it You see I live a life filled with chicken and Malt And women that are real life scratch 'n' stickers I shoot videos and get knobs in trailers hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor You pricks is all talk, and bad for ya health See I ain't gotta say shit, the money speaks for With all models I make I'm great five lakes You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my
You rollin' on dubs, I roll right clubs Dirtiest home more rings than ya tub You think it's all practical and big bloopers But I smack bitches no titties that work at Hooters Just get a couple of girls shakin' they thangs Then I, put 'em on and cut two frames some gasoline drawers I'll be goin' to Hell Ludacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod And my baby's out, 'cause I rub my cars with her diapers So you can for now if you sinned in the past "Word of Mouf" time to wipe that silly off yo' ass
These rap cats is like R 'n' B singers It's 4-Ize, worked for wings and chicken fingers I reps mo' so Chi-town could get seen I'm a dirty bird now but I shit clean I rip niggaz one by one Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they Instead of a gun, pull out a stick from woodworkin'
The hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkin' Creepin', I'm in the shadows, the You the tail in the back or, a light fade? 'Cause Tony is the barber, the butcher I kill ya a blunt and forget where I put ya I'm soopafly like Snuka, I smack The rose with the dozen attack flows I rock Shaq's clothes when I beast up, get big, it's disturbin' the peace