311 - C. U. T. M. Lyrics
Hexum, sexton, mahoney and willsWe groove so *****in hard it gives you the chillsWell Ive been strickenThe bass is kickinWhen suckers step to me, boy, I give them a lickinChorusCosmic utopian thrivin mission, my babyCosmic utopian thrivin mission, my babyI feel goodYo bad selfWell, I am the hexum, call me nickI live by the code of cosmicIve come to say, were here to stayUtopian way well play todayWeve got the drive, we are so liveWont take a dive, were gonna thriveWe got a condition called ambitionTo the cosmic utopian thrivin missionChorusWitness this, yo the pissed lyricistIn your face celebratin a brand new raceWe know colors are just brothers and some othersDrive on the ginger but they failed to mentionThe consequence of no conscienceYou cant fool, Im schoolin you with the new schoolNow speakin on a round, step back mother *****er, Im goin to townChorusI feel goodBreak it downI got one more rhymeYes, the verbs I gotThey hit that spotThe crowd is freakinAnd bro., Im peekinWhen Im on stage, youre havin a fitBut without my brothers, baby, I aint shitChorus
