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Word Of Mouf (Freestyle) Lyric | | | | |
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 rollin on dubs, I roll
right into clubs Dirtiest 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 shakin they thangs Then I,
put 'em on camera and cut two frames With some gasoline drawers I'll be goin
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
niggaz 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 woodworkin The black Hacksaw Jim Duggin
stay lurkin 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 rose with the dozen attack flows I rock
Shaq's clothes when I alter beast Power up, get big, it's Disturbin' Tha
Peace
[ad libs to end]
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