311 Lyrics

Album: GRASSROOTS

Nutsymptom Lyrics

The cold funk has you sunk feel the mids pump

 Blessed are those who erupt when we turm up

 Right now we corrupt

 Cons the shades we don in the neon night

 We're gonna feed on the mics and blast through a pipe

 I gotta feed on the mics and blast through a pipe

 I gotta cool capability to toast and ill

 Yo my daddy told me, "Hey son you must act chill"

 Alien rough

 My galaxy is tough

 Here comes the bang of a hip-hop thang that we bring and swing

 Men from Mars aint ever gonna hang

 With dope Buddha's come to the stage we are attackin

 Space assassin naked live and never slackin

 Come a day on the way enter on S.A.

 Amplified form another world far away

 I got the pang of a gang and I come from the Southside

 Here's the thang that I bring and I promise to come live

 

 While the masses passes upon there fucking asses

 And if you don't see get glasses

 That is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb

 The motherfucker is not scrub I said the man is the kind

 With the one that I call Brine Shrimp

 We nover ever do skimp I limp on a stage in a huff

 Like magic dragon I puff on the stuff of a Humbolt cone

 Then I'm stonded watch out

 Smoke the weed that come from Northern California

 Don't do no cocaine that come from Columbia

 That the thing that mash up your nature

 Mash up your body and mash up your culture

 Take a tip from the the flipped script of Daddy Freddy

 I give complete props to the one that rocks steady

 With dexterity and goes on and on and on

 And turn out the dope shit like the one that's called

 Pawn Shop Press yes it's on what's up

 P-Nut change it up