(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 
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 

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