Mouthing Off - Ludacris
Lyrics by：Chris Bridges/Tony Hayes III/4-Ize
Composed by：Chris Bridges/Tony Hayes III/4-Ize
Yeah hah
When it all come down to it we ain't have s**t
Woo
Use your mouth haha
Ludacris 4-Ize it's like this checking
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
Nothing but the crust
So you can feel what it's like
With instinct but no guts
A sac wit no nuts or a mack wit no sluts
Give me a full-body massage
I still can't be touched
They call me Seymour Butts
'Cause I get mo' a*s than most
They say I'm next and got
That butter love and get too close
Follow the leader
'Cause I'm meaner than medulla oblongota
My Tribe's on more Quests
Than Midnight Marauders
It's all pina coladas no cops and robbers
Taking 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
You'se a motherf**king liar
Entitled to your Opini-ons
Into the next millennium
So many Major Coins that
I thought I had a million
4-Ize 4-Ize whatcha 4-Ize
Yo I am going 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 separator 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
Rocking the microphone with a hand like Dr Claw
While I'm hitting trees harder than Sonny Bono
Double Dragon mixed up with an Abobo
I kill villains in slow-mo for talking crazy in my Dojo
Got nothing to lose like I'm a boxcar hobo
When I get Ludacris with bridges on the promo
N***as wanna clown I'm Homey and Bozo
'Cause in the grand prize game my life calling like Jo-Jo
The name sticks like Toto
I keep it realer than alien autopsy photo
You similar to a Spice Girl going solo
You lost like bebe or a dog named Toto
My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
We Cop Robo virgo
Bust a*s like a motherf**king 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