Crumblin' Erb

Crumblin' Erb




Ms. Jackson

Ms. Jackson




[Verse One: Andre] Yessuh Let me dig into your brain, folks falling like rain Property got me selling things, guess I'm gon' explain Jane is rolled up, no gangs be thrown up But still Andre got action, they Sweat like Keith, all on my teeth I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinking that you Gots ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this I'm crumblin', no time for fumbling selling my sacks, watching my back Wettin 'em up like splish, leaving 'em in a splash of blood, the clock is ticking, niggas from my block is missing I'm putting it down like it be hot before we all get shot Got, only so much time in this bastard Bitter be claiming broke but I be saying 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 You're gone, up outta here for good Y'all be bobbing back and forth to let me know you understood Yeah, what's up? [Chorus:] There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas 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 niggas be trying to test me I get frisky Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huh I'm getting nice with them things, because I do like that You heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to that 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 flexing But I'm running niggas over like a ninety-four Lexus, test it Ten millimeters count 'em nigga fucking high See I added a millimeter for y'all niggas doing crimes and drive-by's Kiss your ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers I flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckers Be bopping shots, like them hoes be popping coochies And I still be spreading bullets like them freaks be spreading cooties So look here niggas, 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 tampa nugget, blunt box, it's empty That's where the erb be dropping, it's simply marvelous time is ticking But some of that time when I be laying vocals in the Dungeon Sugar Bear and Mon be smocking ounces like it ain't nothing It ain't shit, to take another hit so hit it Of the cannabis 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 burying Coming around my shop with that see nigga you get nothing Just like DJ do the cutting I be having your posse ducking nothing but King Shit, I am asking, sucker can you hand That player with the pepper throwing salt off in your game Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker don't be crying on me That stuff the sess be in my chest until I'm chilling in peace, yeah [Chorus] [Outro: Big Boi] Ah shit now Coming in like two fat hoes sitting off on Corn Flakes Dropping these things like French fries in hot grease Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, P.A., OutKast The J-O-I, just to let y'all niggas know Forever pimping never slipping that's how it is That how it's gon' be, that's how it was in the past That's how it's gon' be in the futures nigga It's all day everyday, so what you wanna do with it? Bring that shit on, know what I'm saying? Yeah [Chorus 2.5X]
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