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Yea-uh, here we go here we go here we goTalk about that Word of Mouf baby!!Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we goLudacris, 4-Ize, D.E. what you want now now now now[Ludacris]Check itYou see I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquorAnd women that are real life scratch'n'sniff stickersI shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailersThen hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence TaylorYou pricks is all talk, and it's bad for ya healthSee I ain't gotta say SHIT! Money speaks for itselfWith 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 clubsDirtiest home with more rings than ya tubYou think it's all practical jokes and big bloopersBut I smack bitches with no titties that work at HootersJust get a couple of girls that shakin they thangsThen I, put 'em on camera and cut two framesWith some gasoline drawers I'll be goin to hellLudacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of jail!I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod PiperAnd my baby's assed out, cause I rub my cars with her diapersSo 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 singersIt's 4-Ize, I've worked for wings and chicken fingersI reps mo' parts so Chi-Town could get seenI'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit cleanI rip meanface niggaz one by oneor two by two, I'll take 'em however they comeInstead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from woodworkinThe black Hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkinCreepin, I'm in the shadows, the nightshadeYou want the tail in the back or, a light fade?Cause Tony Scissorhands is the barber, the butcherI kill ya smoke a blunt and forget where I put yaI'm Soopafly like Snuka, I smack hoesThe black rose with the dozen attack flowsI rock Shaq's clothes when I alter beastPower up, get big, it's Disturbin' Tha Peace[ad libs to end]more