Yea-uh, here we go, here we go, 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 Liquor And women that are real scratch 'n' sniff stickers I shoot videos and get knobs in trailers Then hit stage and break a leg like Taylor You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for ya See I ain't say shit, the money speaks for itself With all I make I'm great like five lakes You got rims on ya truck? Man I got in my skates
You rollin' on dubs, I roll right clubs home with more rings than ya tub You it's all practical jokes and big bloopers But I smack with no titties that work at Hooters Just get a couple of girls that they thangs Then I, put 'em on camera and cut two With some gasoline drawers I'll be goin' to Ludacris, fuck a nigga fresh out of jail I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod And my baby's assed out, 'cause I rub my cars with her So you can pray for now if you sinned in the "Word of Mouf" time to wipe silly grin off yo' ass
These rap cats is like R 'n' B singers It's 4-Ize, I've worked for and chicken fingers I reps mo' parts so could get seen I'm a dirty bird now but I keep shit I rip meanface one by one Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they Instead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick woodworkin'
The black hacksaw Jim Duggin stay Creepin', I'm in the shadows, the You want the in the back or, a light fade? 'Cause Tony is the barber, the butcher I kill ya smoke a and forget where I put ya I'm soopafly like Snuka, I smack The black rose with the dozen flows I rock clothes when I alter beast up, get big, it's disturbin' the peace