311 - Brodels Lyrics
Ooh you know we pepper youWith a sonic assault side step a youI cannot think of a better wayThat we could celebrate freedomThan make up a set of goals and cold beat emSee dumb verbal tags like audio spaghettiGive a shout to the one they call yetiI bet he put the cabash on any foes whatsoeverLike original brodel trevorPositive vibe merchant grandson of lord buckleyScotish ralston shows up if youre luckyAd raspler the sweed a friend in deedHes keeping an eye on the other guys greedThese are 311 characters I dubbed everyoneThe story aint over but my rhyme is doneIt was the year that I first touched groundSo I grabbed the microphone and I got downJust like james brown gather round of our sight and soundPound for pound we throw down rather profoundIll put you in another world I cant hear youLike having phone sex with a deaf girlNo doubt we got the jams thatll smack yaI penned three books of lyrics 2 for action 1 for backupcuz Im a cold rockin brother got transistor tunesAnd it feels real good to get close to youThe brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows where its atThe brodels is the nazz who knows a cat who can feed a catThe goal is to be a poet and a carpenterTo be one who loves to be one who worksThe nazz not something that can be givenThe brodel is inside you it comes from withinWhen I feel into the seaWhen the world came and kissed meTransformed my shit told the shark I was a dolphinSwam quick funny thoughParranahs chilled and laughed atThe way that I took off my polka dots on top of thatThe wales know Im quick watch outAnd I get funky fresh as for the fishes Im lit luminousIm not nouveau techno I glow like a glacialIn skin that swims faster than speedI am I be dropped out of nothing I will return to nothingRotate my style my rhyme my way magician of a rythmLover of animals damn I wanna hear emAquatic my way I got soul shapeWell Im 6 foot 3 and like mohammed aliI float like a butterfly and sting like poison ivyDrive a 69 lincoln suicide doorsAround the town Im slinking fat subs of courseWere the greatest show on earthYou know we turn it out dailyIn and out of town like barnum and baileyI know that is a simile but I couldnt resistFrom solomon roadie for the pjsI dont think hell be pissedI eat a cobb salad, smoked fish, duck, or clam chowderChill with indica and guinnessSteer clear of white powderI run into my brother give him a pound and a yodelThey know my word is bond talkin bout the brodelsThe brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows where its atThe brodels is the nazz who knows a cat who can feed a catThe goal is to be a poet and a carpenterTo be one who loves to be one who worksThe nazz not something that can be givenThe brodel is inside you it comes from withinAnd were fresh dude just check my man pHe said I will not muddle my mind with impertinencyLost a lot in vegas plays a lot of segaSaw a phrase that he likes and put it on his legAnd were fresh dude just check my man d he saidComin in ruff and tuff all systems are tweakinPeople all over the world they must be thinkinAll the shit that we kickin our shoes must be stinkin
