(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
[ad libs to end]