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

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 s**t, the 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, f**k like a ni**a 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 `n` 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 s**t clean
I rip meanface ni**az 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` the peace