311

311 - Nutsymptom lyrics

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Blessed are those who erupt when we turn up
 Right now we corrupt
 Cons the shades we don in the neon night
 We're gonna feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
 I gotta feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
 I gotta cool capability to toast and ill
 Yo my daddy told me, "Hey son you must act chill"
 Alien rough
 My galaxy is tough
 Here comes the bang of a hip-hop thang that we bring and swing
 Men from Mars ain't ever gonna hang
 With dope Buddha's come to the stage we are attackin
 Space assassin naked live and never slackin
 Come a day on the way enter on S.A.
 Amplified form another world far away
 I got the pang of a gang and I come from the Southside
 Here's the thang that I bring and I promise to come live

 While the masses passes upon there fucking asses
 And if you don't see get glasses
 That is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb
 The motherfucker is not scrub I said the man is the kind
 With the one that I call Brine Shrimp
 We never ever do skimp I limp on a stage in a huff
 Like magic dragon I puff on the stuff of a Humbolt cone
 Then I'm stoned watch out
 Smoke the weed that come from Northern California
 Don't do no cocaine that come from Columbia
 That the thing that mash up your nature
 Mash up your body and mash up your culture
 Take a tip from the the flipped script of Daddy Freddy
 I give complete props to the one that rocks steady
 With dexterity and goes on and on and on
 And turn out the dope shit like the one that's called
 Pawn Shop Press yes it's on what's up
 P-Nut change it up
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Capricorn Records

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

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