Ludacris lyrics

Word of mouth-Ludacris
[Chorus - 2x]
{ Repeats 'Roll Out' in background }
Ive got my 20 glocked on me - COP THAT!
Me and my homies so - DROP THAT!
We rolling on 20's with the - TOP BACK!
So much money you cant - STOP THAT!

[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Now where'd you get that platinum chain, with them diamonds in it
Where'd you get that matchin Benz, with them windows tinted
Who them girls you be with, when you be riding through
Man, I aint got nothin to prove, I payed my dues
Breaking the rules, and shake fools, while I'm taking a (Whoo!)
Tell me who's your weed man, How do you smoke so good?
Yous a superstar boy, Why you still up in the hood?
What in the world is in that bag, What you got in that bag?
A couple of cans of whop ass
You did a good ass job of just eyeing me, spying me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Man that car dont come out until next year, Where in the fuck did you get it?
Thats eighty thousand bucks gone, Where in the fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes on your back, Cause you got money to the celing
And the bigger the cap the bigger the ??? the better I'm feelin
The more that I'm chillin willing and drilling to killin em
Now whos that butted naked cook, fixing three course meals?
Gettin goosebumps when the body taps them six inch heals
What in the world is in that room, What you got in that room?
A couple of gats, a couple of knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives
Now its time to chose

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Are you custom made, custom paid, or you just custom fitted?
Playstation 2 up in the ride, and is that Lorenzo ????
Is that your wife, your girlfriend, or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while I'm rubbing the hips, to the top of the tits
Tell me who's your house keeper, What you keep in your house?
What about diamonds and gold, Is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is that in that case? What you got in that case?
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate,
Waiting to take place, at a similar pace, so shake - shake it

[Outro]
Get out my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
Cause the niggas all up in my shit,
And its my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
Cause its mine, O mine, O mine
My business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business

Ludacris - Word Of Mouf
Keep It On the Hush

INTRO:
Sister Martha, so glad to see you, glad to see your parole came through, oh yeah
Glad to see everybody in the house tonight. We reading from the Book Of Hush today, Verse 69, come on somebody, come on somebody. Good to see all of ya came out tonight. Even though some of you just leaving 112, smelling like booty and Hennessy, come on. Courvoisier double shots (ha ha).. It don't matter!

CHORUS:
Keep it on the hush, don't say nothing.
Ain't gon' be no talking while I'm doing my thing.
Keep it on the hush, don't say nothing.
Ain't gon' be no talking while I'm doing my thing!

VERSE 1:
I'm loving the way your legs go so far back, you one of them flexible girls.
I figure your daddy always said you was one of the best in this world,
But nevertheless in this world, I'm just professional girl.
I teach 'em a lesson, have 'em stressin' and confessin' to girls
How good it was, and how good it could be if they just tried it.
Takin' my double doses, skip the daily dick diet to ride it,
They so excited and can't hide it.
I'm trying to do my thing, but you gotta be quiet.

CHORUSVERSE 2:
Now even when I just come in your house and cover your mouth
Because your momma's at home, you're gripping the sheets and making an effort not to holler and moan.
You got to keep it on the hush, cause we in no rush
And you telling me it's the little things that mean so much.
And it's an illusion thinkin' that you can match what I can do best,
So if your man calls, tell him to put some hair on his chest.
But he don't even have to know, we keepin' it on the low.
You walkin' it like a dog and stay workin' it like a pro, so

CHORUS

VERSE 3:
I'ma taste your neck and begin to nibble around your earlobes down to your bellybutton,
Then I'm unsnapping your bra thinkin' your titties is trying to tell me something.
Hard nipples, colder than icicles,
Working it with my tongue, you could just tell me if it tickles.
Freaky deaky, kinda sneaky Ludacris and the gang
Disturbing the peace, we running the streets, and steady slanging them thangs.
But you gotta keep the noise down in order to keep the boy down.
It's joy all around and you know how it sounds, if you just

CHORUS

OUTRO:
As the choir sings, the doors are open, the doors are open.
Now bow your head, bow your head
Look at your sista Johnson in the front row, with thongs on, your legs open trying to tempt me.
Keep it on the hush Ill be over there about 7 o'clock; Keep it on the hush

Ludacris - Word Of Mouf
Get The Fuck Back

Intro
What the fuck's up DTP n this mutherfucker
If all yall don't like it get the fuck back
Cuz all my niggaz is ready, Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna
Let's show these mutherfuckers how we disturb the peace

Hook 2X
Fuck that get the fuck back
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that bitch the whole town's on my nut sack
Cuff that nigga put it on your week nigga
Puff that niggas gonna die tonight

Verse I
Bronson motherfucker give me more than 3 feet
DTP in the club we comin more than 3 deep
The whole crew is reaking our style we're reek cash getters
Stay more than crunch our shit bumps like bad clippers
How many try and hustle the dealer and went broke
Infamous
I'm the value meal I come with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef if you want it that way
I push your wig back like bad finger waves or a bad toupee

Verse II
I licka loud you niggas leave kids in the hallway catch them
At their locker blocka blocka
See them on Broadway and catch their ass see them at a
Swimming pool and lap their ass
I'm from the southside G Road College Park niggas gone
Ride when the beef starts don't hold back let the heat spark
One through his vest, one through his chest sleepy hallow put
Niggas to rest

Hook

Verse III
What you know about projects, hoes, and murda whole lotta game
Whole lotta game whole lotta keys and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends trying to scheme workers
Whole lotta feds got them niggas scared to surface
Type of bitch that had the brown in my sock
On the block tryin to cop a piece of the crop
Watch me pull up real sweet in a drop but if you fucking
With my paper feel the hear from my glock
We pop bottles right over you head niggas with nozzles nozzles
Right over your leg. Niggas our motto motto is kill em instead
Niggas we make them loose weight like we Jenny Craig niggas
All of yall half nice half thug half ass
The only time I go half is half on a half
But I use a full clip cuz I'm a full fledged nigga
Part time MC full time drug dealer

Hook

We the filthy niggas from the south A-Town represent us
Strong armin mutherfucker like a Russian sicka
You got issues with us talkin shit on mixed tapes
I'll catch you at a show and we'll beat you with a mix tape
You better pump your brakes before I pump shells and blood oze
I lead niggas like vest cough keep pissin me off like a week kidney
And you will find your family readying your obituary

Verse IV
These people are trying to scrub the red off stains they don't get off
They want to bring the pain so this thing about to set off
Barretas for getting cheddar you better off dead. Yes you can
Do it cut his fuckin head off

Verse V
I got a letter from the government the other day
Them bitches told me they caught a shipment of my yeah
They're on their way three minutes to get the k two minutes
To get the weight one minute and imma spray

Hook

Verse VI
Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang and when I'm in court
Plead guilty insane. They put me in a ward imma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change.

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