Mouthing Off Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Yeah, hah, 

When it all come down to it we ain't have shit! 

(Woo! Use your mouth, haha) 

Ludacris, 4-Ize, it's like this 

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' ass 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 motherfucking 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 

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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 

Niggas 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 ass like a motherfucking 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 

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