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(feat. 4-ize) 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 SongtexteAnd 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] Aus Songtexte Mania