Crumblin' Erb (исполнитель: OutKast)
Yessuh Let me dig into your brain, folks fallin like rain Property got me sellin thangs, guess Im 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 Im [bad word] 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 Im puttin it down like it be hot before we all get shot Got, only so much time in this [bad word] 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 Yall be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood Yeah, whassup [bad word] Theres only so much time left in this crazy world Im just [bad word] erb, Im just [bad word] erb Niggaz cant let niggaz they dont understand (whats the master plan) Im just [bad word] erb, Im just [bad word] 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 [bad word] they missed me huh Im gettin nice with them thangs, because I do like that You heard me on the radio and yes my man Im [bad word] to dat [bad word] my lyrics the way yall wanna hear em And shoot my dice like its the brick the way that wall done flicks em [bad word] so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin But [bad word] niggaz over like a ninety-fo lexus, test it Ten millimeters count em [bad word] [bad word] high See I added a millimeter for yall niggaz doin crimes and drivebys Kiss yo [bad word] bye-bye, sayanora suckers I flipped the script and turned the page aint scared of you [bad word] 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, Im huntin red october I said my [bad word] and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over [bad word] Verse three: big boi, andre Wooo! big boi Got a type of nugget, blunt box, its empty Thats where the erb be droppin, its 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 aint nuttin It aint [bad word] to take another hit so hit it Of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke [bad word] Its all day any til they label me deceased So fire up another one and smoke out and [bad word] the world peace We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out Like some merry men, cowards I be buryin [bad word] around my shop with that see [bad word] you gets nothin Just like dj do the cuttin I be havin your posse duckin nothin but King [bad word] I am askin, sucka can you hand That player with the pepper throwin salt off in your game Sprinkle sprinkle [bad word] dont be cryin on me That stuff the sess be in my chest until Im chillin in peace, yeah