Ludacris - Word Of Mouf Freestlye lyrics

Yeah, talk about that 'Word of Mouf', baby 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 sh**, 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 b**hes 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** like a n***a fresh out of jail I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper And my baby's a**ed 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' a** 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 sh** clean I rip meanface n***as 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 k** 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