Текст песни 311 - C.U.T.M.
311 - C.U.T.M. слова песни
Hexum, Sexton, Mahoney and Wills
We groove so fuckin` hard it gives you the chills
Well I`ve been stricken
The bass is kickin`
When suckers step to me, boy, I give them a lickin`
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Cosmic Utopian Thrivin` Mission, my baby
Cosmic Utopian Thrivin` Mission, my baby
I feel good
Yo bad self
Well, I am the Hexum, call me Nick
I live by the code of cosmic
I`ve come to say, we`re here to stay
Utopian way we`ll play today
We`ve got the drive, we are so live
Won`t take a dive, we`re gonna thrive
We got a condition called ambition
To the cosmic utopian thrivin` mission
[Chorus]
Witness this, yo the pissed lyricist
In your face celebratin` a brand new race
We know colors are just brothers and some others
Drive on the ginger but they failed to mention
The consequence of no conscience
You can`t fool, I`m schoolin` you with the new school
Now speakin on a round, step back mother fucker, I`m goin` to town
[Chorus]
I feel good
Break it down
I got one more rhyme
Yes, the verbs I got
They hit that spot
The crowd is freakin`
And bro., I`m peekin`
When I`m on stage, you`re havin` a fit
But without my brothers, baby, I ain`t shit
[Chorus]