311 - Nutsymptom lyrics

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 mikes 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 Buddhas, come to the stage, we are attackin' Space a**a**in, naked, live, and never slackin' Come a day, on the way, enter one 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 ma**es pa**es upon their f**ing a**es And if you don't see, get gla**es That is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb The mother f**er is no scrub, I said the man is the kind With the one that I call Brine Shrimp We never ever do skip, I limp on a stage in a huff Like magic dragon, I puff on the stuff of a Humboldt cone Then I'm stoned, watch out Smoke the weed that come from Northern California Don't do no c**aine that come from Colombia 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 and goes on, and on, and on And turn out the dope sh** like the one that's called "Pawn Shop" Press, yes, it's on, what's up P-Nut, change it up One time from your mind, watch out