paroles de chanson Word of Mouf (Freestyle) - Ludacris feat. 4-IZE

Yea-uh!...
Here we go, here we go, here we go
Word of Mouf, baby!
Ludacris... 4-I.Z.E.
What you want, nah, nah, nah, nah

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 knobbed 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 in club
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

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