Outkast - Crumblin' Erb Lyrics
YessuhLet me dig into your brain, folks fallin like rainProperty got me sellin thangs, guess Im 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 thisIm 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 missinIm 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 goodYall be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understoodYeah, whassupChorus:Theres only so much time left in this crazy worldIm just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erbNiggaz cant let niggaz they dont understand (whats the master plan)Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erbVerse two: big boiSo 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 huhIm gettin nice with them thangs, because I do like thatYou heard me on the radio and yes my man Im true to datI run my lyrics the way yall wanna hear emAnd shoot my dice like its the brick the way that wall done flicks emNigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexinBut Im runnin niggaz over like a ninety-fo lexus, test itTen millimeters count em nigga *****in highSee I added a millimeter for yall niggaz doin crimes and drivebysKiss yo ass bye-bye, sayanora suckersI flipped the script and turned the page aint scared of you mother*****ersBe boppin shots, like them hoes be poppin coochiesAnd I still be spreadin bullets like them freaks be spreadin cootiesSo look here niggaz, Im huntin red octoberI said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is overChorusVerse three: big boi, andreWooo! big boiGot a type of nugget, blunt box, its emptyThats where the erb be droppin, its 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 aint nuttinIt aint shit, to take another hit so hit itOf the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shitIts all day any til they label me deceasedSo fire up another one and smoke out and ***** the world peaceWe, 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 mother*****er dont be cryin on meThat stuff the sess be in my chest until Im chillin in peace, yeahChorus
