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  • 作词 : BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN/HAYES, TONY
    作曲 : 4-Ize, Ludacris
    Yeah, hahWhen it all come down to it we ain't have ****(Woo! Use your mouth, haha)
    Ludacris, 4-
    Ize, it's like this, check it
    I make ****** eat dirt and fart dust
    Then give you a eighty dollar gift certificate to
    Pussies 'R
    UsI eat the whole pie, and leave nothin' but the crust
    So you can feel what it's like, with instinct but no guts
    A sac with no nuts or a mack with 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 I'm next and got that butter love, and get too close
    Follow the leader 'cause
    I'm meaner than medula oblongotas
    My tribe's on more quests than
    Midnight Marauders
    It's all piña coladas, no cops and robbers
    Takin' trips back and forth from here to the
    BahamasI hump more than llamas, get rolled more than tires
    If you say
    I'm not nice, then your a ************' liar
    Entitled to your opinions, into the next millennium
    So many Major
    Coins that
    I thought
    I had a million4-
    Ize, 4-Ize whatcha? 4-
    IzeYo, 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, dedicator
    The seperater of fiction,
    I spark friction
    Smoking "Hay" without the crucial confliction4-
    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
    ZsaHalf Allah,
    Half Anti-
    Christ Superstar
    Rockin' the microphone with a hand like
    Dr. ClawWhile
    I'm hittin' trees harder than
    Sonny Bono
    Double Dragon, mixed up with an
    AboboI kill villains in slowmo for talkin' crazy in my
    DojoGot nothin' to lose, like
    I'm a boxcar
    HoboWhen I get
    Ludacris with bridges on the promo
    ****** wanna clown,
    I'm homey and
    Bozo'Cause in the grand prize game my life callin' like
    Jo-JoThe name sticks like
    TotoI keep it realer than alien autopsy photo
    You similar to a
    Spice Girl goin' solo
    You lost like
    Bebe, or a dog named
    TotoMy statue of liberty is
    Rebecca Lobo
    We Cop Robo,
    Virgo, bust ass like a ************' homo
    Como estas?
    Tony Del Negro
    Built to destroy these kid's blocks of
    LegosLego my
    Eggo 'cause
    I say soHold 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
    ChinaBig 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
  • 作词 : BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN/HAYES, TONY
    作曲 : 4-Ize, Ludacris
    Yeah, hahWhen it all come down to it we ain't have ****(Woo! Use your mouth, haha)
    Ludacris, 4-
    Ize, it's like this, check it
    I make ****** eat dirt and fart dust
    Then give you a eighty dollar gift certificate to
    Pussies 'R
    UsI eat the whole pie, and leave nothin' but the crust
    So you can feel what it's like, with instinct but no guts
    A sac with no nuts or a mack with 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 I'm next and got that butter love, and get too close
    Follow the leader 'cause
    I'm meaner than medula oblongotas
    My tribe's on more quests than
    Midnight Marauders
    It's all piña coladas, no cops and robbers
    Takin' trips back and forth from here to the
    BahamasI hump more than llamas, get rolled more than tires
    If you say
    I'm not nice, then your a ************' liar
    Entitled to your opinions, into the next millennium
    So many Major
    Coins that
    I thought
    I had a million4-
    Ize, 4-Ize whatcha? 4-
    IzeYo, 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, dedicator
    The seperater of fiction,
    I spark friction
    Smoking "Hay" without the crucial confliction4-
    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
    ZsaHalf Allah,
    Half Anti-
    Christ Superstar
    Rockin' the microphone with a hand like
    Dr. ClawWhile
    I'm hittin' trees harder than
    Sonny Bono
    Double Dragon, mixed up with an
    AboboI kill villains in slowmo for talkin' crazy in my
    DojoGot nothin' to lose, like
    I'm a boxcar
    HoboWhen I get
    Ludacris with bridges on the promo
    ****** wanna clown,
    I'm homey and
    Bozo'Cause in the grand prize game my life callin' like
    Jo-JoThe name sticks like
    TotoI keep it realer than alien autopsy photo
    You similar to a
    Spice Girl goin' solo
    You lost like
    Bebe, or a dog named
    TotoMy statue of liberty is
    Rebecca Lobo
    We Cop Robo,
    Virgo, bust ass like a ************' homo
    Como estas?
    Tony Del Negro
    Built to destroy these kid's blocks of
    LegosLego my
    Eggo 'cause
    I say soHold 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
    ChinaBig 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