| The lyric of Crumblin Erb, Outkast's song Yessuh Let me dig into your brainfolks fallin like rain Property got me sellin thangsguess I m gon explain Jane is rolled upno gangs be throwed up But still andre got actionthey sweat like keithall on my teeth I take it upon myself to handle minethinkin 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 splishleavin em in a splash Of bloodthe clock is tickin niggaz from my block is missin I m puttin it down like it be hot before we all get shot Gotonly so much time in this bastard Bitter be claimin broke but I be sayin they pro-cras-ti-natin Settlin for lessbet be ready When they roll up in your nest andsink one in your chest and Youse goneup outta here for good Y all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood Yeahwhassup Chorus: There s only so much time left in this crazy world I m just crumblin erbI m just crumblin erb Niggaz can t let niggaz they don t understand what s the master plan I m just crumblin erbI m just crumblin erb Verse two: big boi So check me outsee 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 thangsbecause 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 Niggaso ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin But I m runnin niggaz over like a ninety-fo lexustest 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-byesayanora suckers I flipped the script and turned the page ain t scared of you motherfuckers Be boppin shotslike them hoes be poppin coochies And I still be spreadin bullets like them freaks be spreadin cooties So look here niggazI m huntin red october I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over Chorus Verse three: big boiandre Wooo! big boi Got a type of nuggetblunt boxit s empty That s where the erb be droppinit 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 shitto 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 Weis gonna smoke outuntil we choke out Like some merry mencowards 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 shitI am askinsucka 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 peaceyeah Chorus
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