Текст песни Nutsymtom - 311
The
cold
funk
has
you
sunk
feel
the
mids
pump
Blessed
are
those
who
erupt
when
we
turn
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
ain't
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
never
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
stoned,
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
1 1,2,3
2 Lose
3 Six
4 Offbeat Bare Ass
5 Homebrew
6 Lucky
7 Nutsymtom
8 8:16 A.M.
9 Omaha Stylee
10 Applied Science
11 Taiyed
12 Silver
13 Grassroots
14 Salsa
Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.