Lirik Lagu Crumblin' Erb - Outkast
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YessuhLet me dig into your brain folks fallin like rainProperty got me sellin thangs guess I'm gon' explainJane is rolled up no gangs be throwed upBut still Andre got action they Sweat like Keith all on my teethI take it upon myself to handle mine thinkin that yougots ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew thisI'm crumblin' no time for fumblin sellin my sacks watchin my backWettin em up like splish, leavin em in a splashof blood, the clock is tickin niggaz from my block is missinI'm puttin it down like it be hot before we all get shotGot, only so much time in this bastardBitter be claimin broke but I be sayin they pro-cras-ti-natinSettlin for less, bet' be readywhen they roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest andyouse gone, up outta here for goodY'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understoodYeah, whassup
Chorus:
There's only so much time left in this crazy worldI'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erbNiggaz can't let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan)I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
Verse Two: Big Boi
So check me out, seeOnce in a while when niggaz be tryin to test me I gets friskyGrab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huhI'm gettin nice with them thangs, because I do like thatYou heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to datI run my lyrics the way y'all wanna hear emAnd shoot my dice like it's the brick the way that wall done flicks emNigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexinBut I'm runnin niggaz over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test itTen millimeters count em nigga fuckin highSee I added a millimeter for y'all niggaz doin crimes and drivebysKiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckersI flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckersBe boppin shots, like them hoes be poppin coochiesand I still be spreadin bullets like them freaks be spreadin cootiesSo look here niggaz, I'm Huntin Red OctoberI said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over
Chorus
Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre
Wooo! Big BoiGot a type of nugget, blunt box, it's emptyThat's where the erb be droppin, it's simply marvelous time is tickinBut some of that time when I be layin vocals in the DungeonSugar Bear and Mon be smokin ounces like it ain't nuttinIt ain't shit, to take another hit so hit itof the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shitIt's all day any til they label me deceasedso fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world peace
We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke outlike some merry men, cowards I be buryinComin around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothinjust like DJ do the cuttin I be havin your posse duckin nothin butKing Shit, I am askin, sucka can you handThat player with the pepper throwin salt off in your gameSprinkle sprinkle motherfucker don't be cryin on meThat stuff the sess be in my chest until I'm chillin in peace, yeah
Chorus
Chorus:
There's only so much time left in this crazy worldI'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erbNiggaz can't let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan)I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
Verse Two: Big Boi
So check me out, seeOnce in a while when niggaz be tryin to test me I gets friskyGrab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huhI'm gettin nice with them thangs, because I do like thatYou heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to datI run my lyrics the way y'all wanna hear emAnd shoot my dice like it's the brick the way that wall done flicks emNigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexinBut I'm runnin niggaz over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test itTen millimeters count em nigga fuckin highSee I added a millimeter for y'all niggaz doin crimes and drivebysKiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckersI flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckersBe boppin shots, like them hoes be poppin coochiesand I still be spreadin bullets like them freaks be spreadin cootiesSo look here niggaz, I'm Huntin Red OctoberI said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over
Chorus
Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre
Wooo! Big BoiGot a type of nugget, blunt box, it's emptyThat's where the erb be droppin, it's simply marvelous time is tickinBut some of that time when I be layin vocals in the DungeonSugar Bear and Mon be smokin ounces like it ain't nuttinIt ain't shit, to take another hit so hit itof the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shitIt's all day any til they label me deceasedso fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world peace
We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke outlike some merry men, cowards I be buryinComin around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothinjust like DJ do the cuttin I be havin your posse duckin nothin butKing Shit, I am askin, sucka can you handThat player with the pepper throwin salt off in your gameSprinkle sprinkle motherfucker don't be cryin on meThat stuff the sess be in my chest until I'm chillin in peace, yeah
Chorus
