Ludacris, 4-IZE - Word of Mouf (Freestyle) lyrics

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
DE what you want now now now now

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 your health
See I ain't gotta say shit
Money speaks for it'self
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 bitches 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, fuck like a nigga 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' ass

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 niggas 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