Lyrics Mouthing Off - Ludacris feat. 4-IZE
Yeah,
hah
When
it
all
come
down
to
it
we
ain't
have
shit
(Woo!
Use
your
mouth,
haha)
Ludacris,
4-Ize,
it's
like
this,
check
it
I
make
niggaz
eat
dirt
and
fart
dust
Then
give
you
a
eighty
dollar
gift
certificate
to
Pussies
'R
Us
I
eat
the
whole
pie,
and
leave
nothin'
but
the
crust
So
you
can
feel
what
it's
like,
with
instinct
but
no
guts
A
sac
with
no
nuts
or
a
mack
with
no
sluts
Give
me
a
full-body
massage,
I
still
can't
be
touched
They
call
me
Seymour
Butts,
'cause
I
get
more
ass
than
most
They
say
I'm
next
and
got
that
butter
love,
and
get
too
close
Follow
the
leader
'cause
I'm
meaner
than
medula
oblongotas
My
tribe's
on
more
quests
than
Midnight
Marauders
It's
all
piña
coladas,
no
cops
and
robbers
Takin'
trips
back
and
forth
from
here
to
the
Bahamas
I
hump
more
than
llamas,
get
rolled
more
than
tires
If
you
say
I'm
not
nice,
then
your
a
motherfuckin'
liar
Entitled
to
your
opinions,
into
the
next
millennium
So
many
Major
Coins
that
I
thought
I
had
a
million
4-Ize,
4-Ize
whatcha?
4-Ize
Yo,
yo,
I
am
goin'
to
blow
up
the
earth
With
my
"Pew-36
explosive
space
modulator"
Buddha
be
praised,
you
meditator
Drop
squad
interrogator,
85
percent
regulator
The
Educator
and
the
Almighty
Creator,
dedicator
The
seperater
of
fiction,
I
spark
friction
Smoking
"Hay"
without
the
crucial
confliction
4-Ize
prescription,
microphone,
Jackie
Stallone
Psychic
prediction,
Egyptian
description
of
my
psychical
My
flesh
is
weak
and
it's
pitiful
Spiritual
is
hooked
up
to
the
invisible
Umbilical
cord
of
my
Lord,
Kumbiya
Devine
Kah
Remove
paper
of
tar
from
every
cigar
I
slap
authority
like
Gabor,
Zsa
Zsa
Half
Allah,
Half
Anti-Christ
Superstar
Rockin'
the
microphone
with
a
hand
like
Dr.
Claw
While
I'm
hittin'
trees
harder
than
Sonny
Bono
Double
Dragon,
mixed
up
with
an
Abobo
I
kill
villains
in
slowmo
for
talkin'
crazy
in
my
Dojo
Got
nothin'
to
lose,
like
I'm
a
boxcar
Hobo
When
I
get
Ludacris
with
bridges
on
the
promo
Niggaz
wanna
clown,
I'm
homey
and
Bozo
'Cause
in
the
grand
prize
game
my
life
callin'
like
Jo-Jo
The
name
sticks
like
Toto
I
keep
it
realer
than
alien
autopsy
photo
You
similar
to
a
Spice
Girl
goin'
solo
You
lost
like
Bebe,
or
a
dog
named
Toto
My
statue
of
liberty
is
Rebecca
Lobo
We
Cop
Robo,
Virgo,
bust
ass
like
a
motherfuckin'
homo
Como
estas?
Tony
Del
Negro
Built
to
destroy
these
kid's
blocks
of
Legos
Lego
my
Eggo
'cause
I
say
so
Hold
the
microphone,
4-Ize,
I
stay
gifted
Manifested,
elevated,
I
uplifted
The
elevator,
the
escalator
"That's
not
a
knife?
That's
a
knife!"
Crocodile
Dundee
the
Alligator
Rustler
'Cause
I
hustle
ya,
under
the
China
Big
Trouble,
little
sewer
but
still
I
find
ya
'cause
I'm
stinky
Manifest,
throw
you
down
the
stairs
like
a
slinky
Yo,
my
third
eye
is
blinky
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1 1st & 10
2 Game Got Switched
3 Come On Over (Skit)
4 Hood Stuck
5 Mouthing Off
6 Stick 'Em Up
7 Ho (Skit)
8 Ho
9 Tickets Sold Out (Skit)
10 Southern Hospitality
11 Phat Rabbit
12 Catch Up
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