OutKast - Crumblin' Erb | Текст песни

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• Crumblin' Erb

Yessuh
Let me dig into your brain, folks fallin like rain
Property got me sellin thangs, guess Im gon explain
Jane is rolled up, no gangs be throwed up
But still andre got action, they sweat like keith, all on my teeth
I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinkin that you
Gots ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this
Im crumblin, no time for fumblin sellin my sacks watchin my back
Wettin em up like splish, leavin em in a splash
Of blood, the clock is tickin niggaz from my block is missin
Im puttin it down like it be hot before we all get shot
Got, only so much time in this bastard
Bitter be claimin broke but I be sayin they pro-cras-ti-natin
Settlin for less, bet be ready
When they roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and
Youse gone, up outta here for good
Yall be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood
Yeah, whassup

Chorus:

Theres only so much time left in this crazy world
Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erb
Niggaz cant let niggaz they dont understand (whats the master plan)
Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erb

Verse two: big boi

So check me out, see
Once in a while when niggaz be tryin to test me I gets frisky
Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huh
Im gettin nice with them thangs, because I do like that
You heard me on the radio and yes my man Im true to dat
I run my lyrics the way yall wanna hear em
And shoot my dice like its the brick the way that wall done flicks em
Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin
But Im runnin niggaz over like a ninety-fo lexus, test it
Ten millimeters count em nigga fuckin high
See I added a millimeter for yall niggaz doin crimes and drivebys
Kiss yo ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers
I flipped the script and turned the page aint scared of you motherfuckers
Be boppin shots, like them hoes be poppin coochies
And I still be spreadin bullets like them freaks be spreadin cooties
So look here niggaz, Im huntin red october
I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over

Chorus

Verse three: big boi, andre

Wooo! big boi
Got a type of nugget, blunt box, its empty
Thats where the erb be droppin, its simply marvelous time is tickin
But some of that time when I be layin vocals in the dungeon
Sugar bear and mon be smokin ounces like it aint nuttin
It aint shit, to take another hit so hit it
Of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shit
Its all day any til they label me deceased
So fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world peace

We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out
Like some merry men, cowards I be buryin
Comin around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothin
Just like dj do the cuttin I be havin your posse duckin nothin but
King shit, I am askin, sucka can you hand
That player with the pepper throwin salt off in your game
Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker dont be cryin on me
That stuff the sess be in my chest until Im chillin in peace, yeah