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