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| SCARFACE Miscellaneous Mouthing Off Album: Back For The First Time (feat. 4-ize) [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 [Verse One] 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 nuthin 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 medula oblongota My +Tribe's+ on more +Quests+ than +Midnight Marauders+ It's all piņa coladas, no cops and robbers 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, then youse a motherfuckin liar Entitled to your Opini-ons, into the next millenium So many +Major Coinz+ that I thought I had +Amil+lion 4-Ize.. 4-Ize whatcha? 4-Ize [4-Ize] Yo, I am goin 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, dedicater The seperater of fiction, I spark friction Smoking "Hay" without the +Crucial Conflict+ion 4-Ize prescription; microphone, Jackie Stallone Psychic prediction, Egytian descripition of my psychical, my flesh is weak and it's pitiful Spiritiual is hooked up to the invisibile 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 Rockin the microphone with a hand like Dr. Claw While I'm hittin trees - harder than Sonny Bono Double Dragon, mixed up with an Abobo I kill villians in slow-mo for talkin crazy in my Dojo Got nothin to lose, like I'm a boxcar hobo When I get Ludacris with bridges on the promo Niggaz wanna clown; I'm +Homey+ and +Bozo+ Cause in the grand prize game my life callin like Jo-Jo The name sticks like Toto I keep it realer than alien autopsy photo You similiar to a Spice Girl goin 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 motherfuckin 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 esclator "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 [everybody cracks up laughing] |
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