311 - Strong All Along Lyrics
Feel the bass knives pass your flesh enter your boneSolitude in your dance floor rhythm zoneLet your body go just dont follow the letterDo what you feel the more absurd the betterDont be afraid whatever you got, showFlaunt your personality, let me know your styleYou could make a mean hand out of what you been dealt311 on wax, wax on feltFeelin real great cuz the wheather is mildSo you reevaluate your personal styleWhat makes you laugh stand apartMakes you feel good whats in your heartFeelin real great cuz the wheather is mildSo you check us out on tour cuz your likin the styleDrums the bass the master planNice guitars the mics in our handsStong all along, strong all laongCome to find out the arm of the truth is longIll break it down for you like thisFor the hard of listeningYou think youre taking the cakeBut whats left icingTo every foundation and every crewIve got the medium heres what were gonna doSendin out props straight from us to youTo every foundation and every crew from the malibus hores to the brooklyn zooWeve got the mdium heres what were gonna doYou wanna touch us, we wanna touch you tooGivin respect to those who keepin it trueIf you are real of a replicaIf your steez be like akiraWild ass sioux or the cippewaYour tribes pawnee or the omahaYou can touch me with your fresh auraCuz your energy be phenomenaNow move the people and then ollaTake on the love and the good karmaStong all along, strong all laongCome to find out the arm of the truth is longIll break it down for you like thisFor the hard of listeningYou think youre taking the cakeBut whats left icingFeelin real great cuz the wheather is mildSo you reevulate your personal styleWhat makes you laugh stand apartMakes you feel good whats in your hearTo every foundation and every crewIve got the medium heres what were gonna doSendin out props straight from us to youTo every foundation and every crewStong all along, strong all laongCome to find out the arm of the truth is longIll break it down for you like thisFor the hard of listeningYou think youre taking the cakeBut whats left icing
