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, d.e. what you want now now now now

[Ludacris]

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 ya health

See I ain't gotta say shit! 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 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 dawgs, 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

[4-ize]

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

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