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Ludacris Lyrics
"Mouthing Off"

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

Ludacris, 4-ize, its like dis
I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust
then give you a $80 dolla gift 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
Abdula oblongata
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 chords that I thought I had a Millio-um


Yo, I am going to blow up the earth
with my Q-36 space explosive modulator
explosive space modulator
Buda, we praise you, meditatior
Drop squad interrogator
85 percent regulator
the Educator
and the Almighty Creator
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 Dr. 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
crocodile dundee the Alligator
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
This song is from the album "Back For The First Time" and "Incognegro".