Outkast

Outkast - Crumblin' Erb lyrics

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Let me dig into your brain  folks fallin like rain
 Property got me sellin thangs  guess I'm gon' explain
 Jane is rolled up  no gangs be throwed up
 But still Andre got action  they Sweat like Keith  all on my teeth
 I take it upon myself to handle mine  thinkin that you
 gots ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this
 I'm crumblin'  no time for fumblin sellin my sacks watchin my back
 Wettin em up like splish, leavin em in a splash
 of blood, the clock is tickin niggaz from my block is missin
 I'm puttin it down like it be hot before we all get shot
 Got, only so much time in this bastard
 Bitter be claimin broke but I be sayin they pro-cras-ti-natin
 Settlin for less, bet' be ready
 when they roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and
 youse gone, up outta here for good
 Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood
 Yeah, whassup

 Chorus:

 There's only so much time left in this crazy world
 I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
 Niggaz can't let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan)
 I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb

 Verse Two: Big Boi

 So check me out, see
 Once in a while when niggaz be tryin to test me I gets frisky
 Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huh
 I'm gettin nice with them thangs, because I do like that
 You heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to dat
 I run my lyrics the way y'all wanna hear em
 And shoot my dice like it's the brick the way that wall done flicks em
 Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin
 But I'm runnin niggaz over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it
 Ten millimeters count em nigga fuckin high
 See I added a millimeter for y'all niggaz doin crimes and drivebys
 Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers
 I flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckers
 Be boppin shots, like them hoes be poppin coochies
 and I still be spreadin bullets like them freaks be spreadin cooties
 So look here niggaz, I'm Huntin Red October
 I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over

 Chorus

 Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre

 Wooo! Big Boi
 Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it's empty
 That's where the erb be droppin, it's simply marvelous time is tickin
 But some of that time when I be layin vocals in the Dungeon
 Sugar Bear and Mon be smokin ounces like it ain't nuttin
 It ain't shit, to take another hit so hit it
 of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shit
 It's all day any til they label me deceased
 so fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world peace

 We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out
 like some merry men, cowards I be buryin
 Comin around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothin
 just like DJ do the cuttin I be havin your posse duckin nothin but
 King Shit, I am askin, sucka can you hand
 That player with the pepper throwin salt off in your game
 Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker don't be cryin on me
 That stuff the sess be in my chest until I'm chillin in peace, yeah

 Chorus
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: LaFace Records

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Released in: 2010

Language: English

Appearing on: Big Boi And Dre Present... Outkast (2001) , Toilet Tisha - The Best Of (2002) , Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik (1994)

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