OUTKAST – CRUMBLIN’ ERB

Lyrics

Verse 1: (andre 3000)
yessuh, let me dig into your brain, folks fallin' like rain
poverty got me sellin' thangs guess I'm 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, thinking that you
gots ample time to do this, have you shot I though you knew this
I'm crumblin', no time for fumbling sellin' my sacks watchin' my back
wettin 'em up like splish, leave 'em in a splash of blood
the clock is tickin' niggaz from my block is missin'
I'm putting it down like be hot before we all get shot
got only so much time in this bastard
niggaz be claimin' pro, but I be sayin' they pro-cras-ti-nating
settlin' for less better be ready when they roll up in your nest
and sink one in your chest and yous gone, up outta here for good
y'all be bobbin' back and forth to let me know you understood
yeah what's up?
Hook: (sleepy brown)
there's only so much time left in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
niggaz killin' niggaz they dont understand, (what's the matter plan)
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
Verse 2: (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, I'm getting nice with them thangs because 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 against the brick the way I wanna flicks 'em
nigga, so ring around the roses, diamonds around my neck won't flex it
but I'm runnin' niggaz over like a '94 lexus test it
ten millimeters count 'em nigga fuck a nine
see I added a millimeter for y'all niggaz doin' crimes and drive-bys
kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayonara suckas
I flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you mothafuckas
be bobbin' shots, like them hoes be poppin' coochies
and I still be spreadin' bullets like them freaks be spreadin' cooties
so look here niggaz, I'm huntin' Red October
I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over
(hook)
Verse 3: (big boi)
whooo! Big Boi gotta tampa nugget, blunt box, it's empty
that's where the 'erb be droppin' it's simply marvelous time is tickin'
but some of that time when I be layin' vocals in the Dungeon
Sugar Bear and Mon be smoking ounces like it ain't nuttin'
It ain't shit to take another hit so hit it, of the cannibus, sativa weed
reefer yeah smoke shit, it's all day and until they label me deceased
so fire up another one and smoke out and fuck a world peace!
(andre 3000)
we is gonna smoke out, until we choke out
like some merry men, cowards I be burying
comin' around my trap with that, see nigga you gets nothing
just like DJ do the cuttin', I be havin' your posse duckin'
nothing but King shit, I am asking, sucka can you hang
that player with the pepper throwin' salt off in your game
sprinkle, sprinkle mothafucka don't be crying on me
that southern sess be in my chest until I'm chillin' in peace, yeah!
(hook)
Verse 4: (big boi)
Ah shit now, comin' in like two fat hoes sittin' off on cornflakes
droppin' this thangs like french fries in hot grease
Bigg Gipp, Goodie Mob, PA, Outkast, the J-O-I
just to let y'all niggaz know forever pimpin', never slippin'
that's how it is, that's how it's gon be, that's how it was in the past
that's how it's gon be in the future nigga
it's all day ayan day, so what you wanna do wit it
bring that shit on, you know what I'm sayin'!
(hook x3)

Paroles (Traduction)

Couplet 1: (André 3000)
Oui, laisse-moi pénétrer dans ton cerveau, les gens tombent comme la pluie
La pauvreté me pousse à vendre des trucs, je suppose que je vais expliquer
Jane est roulée, pas de gangs qui se montrent
Mais André agit quand même, ils transpirent comme Keith, tout sur mes dents
Je prends sur moi de gérer mes affaires, pensant que tu
as suffisamment de temps pour faire ça, est-ce que tu as compris que
Je m'effondre, pas le temps de tâtonner, je vends mes paquets, je surveille mes arrières
Je les mouille comme splash, les laisse dans une flaque de sang
Le temps presse, des mecs de mon quartier disparaissent
Je pose ça comme une bombe avant qu'on se fasse tous tirer dessus
Il n'y a que tellement de temps dans ce bâtard
Des mecs prétendent être pros, mais je dis qu'ils procrastinent
Se contentant de moins, ils feraient mieux d'être prêts quand ils débarqueront dans ton nid
Et tireront dans ta poitrine, et tu t'en iras, parti pour de bon
Vous hochez la tête de gauche à droite pour me faire savoir que vous avez compris
Ouais, quoi de neuf ?
Refrain : (Sleepy Brown)
Il ne reste que peu de temps dans ce monde fou
Je m'effondre juste, je m'effondre juste
Des mecs tuent des mecs sans comprendre, (quel est le plan)
Je m'effondre juste, je m'effondre juste
Couplet 2: (Big Boi)
Alors écoute-moi, de temps en temps quand des mecs essaient de me tester
Je deviens fringant, je prends une pinte de whisky doré
Puis ils frappent mais merde, ils m'ont raté
Je deviens bon avec ces choses parce que j'aime ça
Tu m'as entendu à la radio et oui mon gars, je suis fidèle à ça
Je déclame mes paroles

Thématique Lutte

Style Rap

Keywords Atlanta, Dirty South

Entités normées André 3000, Big Boi