311

The colda 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
were gonna 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 Buddhas we come to the stage we are attackin
space assassin naked live and never slackin
come a day on the way enter one S.A.
amplified from another world far away
I got the pang of a gang and I come from the Southside
heres the thang that I bring and I promise to come live
While the masses passes upon their f---ing a--es
and if you dont see get glasses
that is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb
the motherf---er is no scrub I said the man is the kind
with the one that I call Brine Shrimp
we never ever do skimp I limp on stage in a huff
like magic dragon on puff on the stuff of a Humbot cone
then Im stoned watch out
smoke the weed that come from Northern California
not 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 flipped script of Daddy Freddy
I give complete props to the one that rocks steady
with dexterity that goes on and on and on
and turn out the dope s--- like the one thats called
Pawn Shop Press yes, its on, whats up
P-Nut change it up, whats up on your mind, watch out
[ Nutsymptom Lyrics ]