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Outkast - Crumblin Erb

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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 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

Im 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

Yall be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood

Yeah, whassup



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Theres only so much time left in this crazy world

Im just crumblin erb, Im just crumblin erb

Niggaz cant let niggaz they dont understand (whats the master plan)

Im just crumblin erb, Im 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

Im gettin nice with them thangs, because I do like that

You heard me on the radio and yes my man Im true to dat

I run my lyrics the way yall wanna hear em

And shoot my dice like its the brick the way that wall done flicks em

Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin

But Im runnin niggaz over like a ninety-fo lexus, test it

Ten millimeters count em nigga fuckin high

See I added a millimeter for yall niggaz doin crimes and drivebys

Kiss yo ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers

I flipped the script and turned the page aint 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, Im 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, 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 shit, to take another hit so hit it

Of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shit

Its 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 dont be cryin on me

That stuff the sess be in my chest until Im chillin in peace, yeah



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