Ludacris

Ludacris - Mouthing Off lyrics

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Look, when it all comes down to it...
 we ain't have shit
 its word of mouth

 [Ludacris]
 Ludacris, 4-ize, its like dis
 I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust
 then give you a $80 dolla certificate to Pussies 'R Us
 I eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but da crust
 So you can feel what its like with instinct but no guts
 A sack wit no nutts 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 more ass than most
 they say next and got dat butta love and get too close
 Follow da leader cause I'm meaner than
 Abdulablugata
 My trials of more quest than midnight Marauders
 its all Pina Coladas
 No cops and robbaz
 Takin' 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, than you a mothafuckin' liar
 entitled to your Opini-um
 into the next millenium
 So many major coins that I thought I had a Millio-um

 [4-Ize]
 Yo, I am going to blow up the earth
 with my few dirty ???
 explosive space modulator
 Buda, we praise you, meditatior
 Drop squad interrogator
 85 percent regulator
 the Educator
 and the Almighty Creator
 Dedicator
 The seperator, of fiction
 I start friction
 smoking hay without the crucial confliction
 4-Ize prescription
 Microphone, Jackie Stallone
 Psychic Prediction
 Egytian describition
 of my psychical, my flesh is weak and its pitiful
 Spiritiual is hooked up to da Invisibile
 Umbilical Cord of my Lord
 Kumbiya Devine ???
 Remove paper of tar from every cigar
 I slap authority like the boy Ja Ja
 Half Allah, Half Anti-christ superstar
 Rockin da microphone wit a hand like Mr. Claw
 While I'm hitting Three...
 Harder than Sonny Bono
 Double Dragon mixed up within a Volvo
 I kill villians in Slow Mo for talkin crazy in my Dojo
 Got nothing to lose like I'mma Boxcar hobo
 When I get Ludacris with bridges on da promo
 Niggaz wanna clown, I'm homie and Bozo
 Cause in the grandprize game my life is callin like Dojo
 the name sticks like ???
 I keep it reala than alien autopsy photo
 You similiar to a Spice Girl going solo
 You lost like ???
 or a dog named Toto
 My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
 ??? Promos
 Virgo, bust ass like a mothafuckin' Homo
 Como.. Estes?
 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 esclator, Thats not a knife
 Thats a knife
 Pocket out and leave the Alligator
 Wrestler
 Cause I hustle Ya
 Unda da china
 Big Trouble, Little Sewer but I still find ya
 Cause I'm thinking
 Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky
 Yo, my third eye is blinky
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Island Def Jam Music Group

Details:

Released in: 2000

Language: English

Appearing on: Incognegro (1999) , Back for the First Time (2000)

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