Word of Mouf lyrics

The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit

Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America.
Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses.
Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay.
Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty
when you hear it. The throne has been taken, so kiss this

Roll out!

[repeat 6x]
Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!

[Chorus - "roll out!" in background]
I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

(feat. Infamous 2-0, Lil' Fate, Three-6 Mafia)

[Hook 3x]
GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep, GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep
IF YOU'RE TIRED BE QUIET AND GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep

[Ludacris]
Maaan, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense
Read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent

[Chorus: Ludacris - repeat 2X]
(Oh No!) I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh No!) My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh No!) I'm bout to send two to his dome
(Oh No!) Cry babies go home!

[Verse One: Ludacris]
I got people scared as FUCK like when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight

[Chorus: repeat 2x]
She said she never done it, she said she never tried
She's sittin there tellin a motherfuckin lie

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
She said she was a Christian and she grew up in the church (in the church)
Would stay a Virgin if for better or for worse (or for worse)
Had plenty friends and got offers all the time (all the time)

Yo hello
Luda
What's up boy
What's up nigga this is 20
Where you at?
Shit over here at the Texa-hoe filling up
Yeah yeah I feel that
Yo yo check it out
Yo you still got that girl Stacy number from Valle-hoe
No no I think I lost that
Oh no c'mon man I'm trying to cut her man
You can't check your Hoe-ledex or something
Man hold on let me see dog
Stacy, Stacy oh Chicag-hoe

(feat. Nate Dogg)

[Nate Dogg]
[chorus]
I've got hoes
I've got hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes)
hoes, hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes)

[Ludacris]
Now you thought I was just 7-7-0
And 4-0-4, I'm worldwide bitch, act like yall don't know
It's the abominabol "O" man
Globe-trot international post man
Neighbor-dick dope man
7-1-8s, 2-0-2's

[Fate Wilson]
Okay, I remember the days
High Rise, Lil Lefts, Even Stevens and Faze
Troops Lotto and BK's those was the days
High tech boots spray paintin' wit'cha name
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
They carryin Bone's chain
One gone but yo we miss ya'
Harris photos school shots can you remember
Bury him told his bitch go to the perm and die

Better than College girls gone wild (woo hooo!)
It's more off the chain than late night with Miss Cleo
"Call me now for your free readin, who'se the father of the baby"
Disturbing The Peace entertainment presents the Ludacris greatest
Hits cd done by..... random white people
"Yeah yeah yeah c'mon what is it? give it to me now
Give it to me now give it to me now give it to me now"

[whistling]

[Chorus 2x: Ludacris]

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Ludacris]
OH NO! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin' and bustin' two

Damn man I cant believe them hoes aint come over here man
Nigga I can, you told them hoes the truth
You never tell hoes the truth ::ring ring::
Man check the caller id, man it's rich girls the Buckhead girls yeah yeah
Now gimme the phone and let me show you how to do it deep voice deep voice
What up
ohhh why you talkin like that
man fuck all that yall coming through

[chorus]
I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol’ ass, it’s saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol’ ass, it’s saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky
Sticky, icky, icky, icky

[verse 1: ludacris]
Grease don’t pop on the stove no more, moved on up

[Preacher]
sister, mother so glad to see you
so glad your parol came through
so glad everybody came out this morning
we reading from the book of hush, today
verse sixty-nine, come on somebody, come on somebody
good to see all of you came out this morning
even though some of you just leave at one twelve
smellin like booty, and hennessee, come on

[intro I-20]
What the fuck's up!
DTP in this mother fucker
And for all ya'll that don't like it
Do one thing, get the fuck back
'Cause all my niggas iz ready
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna
Let's show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace
Get the fuck back, bitch
[shooting and screaming in the background]

[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack

It's two a.m. in the morning and it uhh..
light showers and you're probably hookin up with that girl
that's been, two-wayin you all week. Her baby daddy's out
of town so uhh, you can fuck around. It's okay to check in
that Motel 6. $59.95, not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho.
Yeah. Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers -

[Ludacris]

{Chorus}

It ain't no one to trust but me
And I got to make sure that I take care of my family
And it ain't no choices 'cause it's cold outside (It's cold outside)

And to my niggas on the block
On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks
You hear the voices say it's cold outside (It's cold outside)

I'm hiding out and smokin' herb

[Funkmaster Flex]
Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris
Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor
.. it's goin down

[DTP]
Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo'
Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South
'Cris (yeah) you ready?

[Ludacris]
Oh it's my turn? Aiight..
I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?)
She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg lock (ohh)

(Nate Dogg)
(Chorus)
I've got hoes
I've got hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes)
hoes, hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes)

{Ludacris}
Now you thought I was a 7-7-

[Funkmaster Flex]
Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris
Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor
.. it's goin down

[DTP]
Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo'
Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South
'Cris (yeah) you ready?

[Ludacris]
Oh it's my turn? Aiight..
I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?)
She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg lock (ohh)

[Chorus]

It ain't no one to trust but me
And I got to make sure that I take care of my family
And it ain't no choices 'cause it's cold outside (It's cold outside)

And to my niggas on the block
On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks
You hear the voices say it's cold outside (It's cold outside)

I'm hiding out and smokin' herb
because my boss is getting on my motherfucking nerves

It's two a.m. in the morning and it uhh..
light showers and you're probably hookin up with that girl
that's been, two-wayin you all week. Her baby daddy's out
of town so uhh, you can fuck around. It's okay to check in
that Motel 6. $59.95, not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho.
Yeah. Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers -

what the fucks up
DTP and this motherfucker
and fo all yall that don't like it
do 1 thing
get the fuck back
cuz all my nigga's is ready
luda, 2

Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe (go to sleep)
Maaaan I tell a hoe to go to sleep (go to sleep)

[Fate Wilson]
Okay, I remember the days
High Rights, Low Lefts, Even Stevens and Fades
Troops Lotto and BK's those was the days
High tech boots spray painted wit'cha name
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
Thick Herring Bone's chain
One gold wit your initial
Harris photos group shots can you remember
Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die

Sista, Motha, so glad to see ya
Glad to see your payroll came through
Oh yea
So glad to see everyone came out this morning
We readin' from the book of Hush
Today, verse 69
Come on somebody, Come on somebody
Good to see all of you came out this morning
Even though some of you just leavin' 112
Smellin' like booty and Hennessey
Come on Courvoisier double shots
(Ha Ha) It don't matta'

Chorus (2x)

[Chorus 2x: Ludacris]

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Ludacris]
OH NO! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin' and bustin' two
and I been thankin' of bustin' you

I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash
Just seen a big ol' ass it's Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky [Ooh, ooh!]
Sticky, icky, icky, icky [Ooh, ooh!]
System on blast, cops just pass
Just seen a big ol' ass its Saturday
Sticky, icky, icky, icky [Ooh, ooh!]
Sticky, icky, icky, icky [Ooh, ooh!]

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on up

(Chorus)
She said she's never done it
She said she's never tried
She's sittin' there tellin' a motha fuckin' lie

She said she's never done it
She said she's never tried
She's sittin' there tellin' a motha fuckin' lie

She said she was Christian and she grew up in da church (in da church)
To stay a virgin if for better or for worse (or for worse)

Damn man I cant believe them hoes aint come over here man
Nigga I can, you told them hoes the truth
You never tell hoes the truth ::ring ring::
Man check the caller id, man its rich girls the Buckhead girls yeah yeah
Now gimme the phone and let me show you how to do it deep voice deep voice
What up
ohhh why you talkin like that
man fuck all that yall coming through

Yea-uh, here we go here we go here we go
Talk about that Word of Mouf baby!!
Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go
Ludacris, 4-Ize, D.E. what you want now now now now

[Ludacris]
Check it
You see I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquor
And women that are real life scratch'n'sniff stickers
I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers