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Crumblin' Erb
by OutKast
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Yes sir
Let me dig into your brain folks fallin' like rain
Property got me sellin' thangs guess I'm goin' 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
Got's ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this
I'm 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'
I'm 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
You'se gone, up outta here for good
Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood
Yeah, what's up
[Chorus]
There's only so much time left in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggaz can't let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan)
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
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
I'm gettin' nice with them thangs, because I do like that
You heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to dat
I run my lyrics the way y'all want to hear em
And shoot my dice like it's the brick the way that wall done flicks em
Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin
But I'm runnin' niggaz over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it
Ten millimeters count em nigga fuckin' high
See I added a millimeter for y'all niggaz doin' crimes and drive-bys
Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers
I flipped the script and turned the page ain't 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, I'm Huntin' Red October
I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over
[Chorus]
Wooo! Big Boi
Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it's empty
That's where the erb be droppin', it's 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 ain't nothin'
It ain't shit, to take another hit so hit it
Of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shit
It's 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 don't be cryin' on me
That stuff the sess be in my chest until I'm chillin' in peace, yeah
[Chorus]
Yes sir
Let me dig into your brain folks fallin' like rain
Property got me sellin' thangs guess I'm goin' 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
Got's ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this
I'm 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'
I'm 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
You'se gone, up outta here for good
Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood
Yeah, what's up
[Chorus]
There's only so much time left in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggaz can't let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan)
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
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
I'm gettin' nice with them thangs, because I do like that
You heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to dat
I run my lyrics the way y'all want to hear em
And shoot my dice like it's the brick the way that wall done flicks em
Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin
But I'm runnin' niggaz over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it
Ten millimeters count em nigga fuckin' high
See I added a millimeter for y'all niggaz doin' crimes and drive-bys
Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers
I flipped the script and turned the page ain't 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, I'm Huntin' Red October
I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over
[Chorus]
Wooo! Big Boi
Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it's empty
That's where the erb be droppin', it's 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 ain't nothin'
It ain't shit, to take another hit so hit it
Of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shit
It's 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 don't be cryin' on me
That stuff the sess be in my chest until I'm chillin' in peace, yeah
[Chorus]
