Crumblin 'Erb
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Yes, let me dig into your brain, folks falling like rain
Property got me selling things, 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
Got's ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this
I'm crumblin', no time for fumbling selling my sacks watching my back
Wetting em up like splish, leaving em in a splash
Of blood, the clock is ticking niggas from my block is missing
I'm putting it down like it be hot before we all get shot
Got, only so much time in this bastard
Bitter be claiming broke but I be saying they pro-cras-ti-natin'
Settling for less, bet' be ready
When they roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and
You'se gone, up outta here for good
Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood
Yeah, whats up

There's only so much time left in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggas killing niggas they don't understand (what's the master plan)
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb

So check me out, see
Once in a while when niggas be trying 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 things, because I do like that
You heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to that
I run my lyrics the way y'all wanna hear em
And shoot my dice like it's the brick the way that wall done flicks em
Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexing
But I'm running niggas over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it
Ten millimeters count em nigga fuck a nine
See I added a millimeter for y'all niggas doing crimes and drive bys
Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers
I flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckers
Be bopping shots, like them hoes be popping coochies
And I still be spreading bullets like them freaks be spreading cooties
So look here niggas, I'm Hunting Red October
I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over

There's only so much time left in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggas killing niggas they don't understand (what's the master plan)
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb

Wooo! Big Boi
Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it's empty
That's where the erb be dropping, it's simply marvelous time is ticking
But some of that time when I be laying vocals in the Dungeon
Sugar Bear and Mon be smoking ounces like it ain't nothing
It ain't shit, to take another hit so hit it
Of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shit
It's all day any til they label me deceased
So fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world peace

We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out
Like some merry men, cowards I be burying
Coming around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothing
Just like DJ do the cutting I be having your posse ducking nothing but
King Shit, I am asking, sucker can you hand
That player with the pepper throwing salt off in your game
Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker don't be crying on me
That stuff the sess be in my chest until I'm chilling in peace, yeah

There's only so much time left in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb




Niggas killing niggas they don't understand (what's the master plan)
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb

Overall Meaning

The song "Crumblin' Erb" by Outkast tackles various themes and issues like drug use, violence, and social injustices, among others. The song starts with Andre 3000 describing how he's struggling to make ends meet and resorting to selling drugs to survive. He talks about the risks involved and how people are dying left and right due to gun violence. However, he also calls out people who are content with settling for less and not doing anything to improve their situation. He emphasizes the importance of taking action and watching one's back to make it out alive.


Meanwhile, Big Boi's verse continues the drug and violence theme, with him describing how he and his friends smoke weed to cope with life's difficulties. He also warns those who come around their block, saying they won't get anything from them.


The title "Crumblin' Erb" is a play on words, with "erb" being slang for marijuana and "crumblin'" suggesting something that's falling apart or crumbling. The song, therefore, talks about the crumbling state of society and the numerous challenges people face. It also touches on the effects of these challenges on individuals' mental health, as highlighted by the use of marijuana as a coping mechanism.


Line by Line Meaning

Yes, let me dig into your brain, folks falling like rain
I want to understand your thoughts, people are dying frequently


Property got me selling things, guess I'm gon' explain
My lack of resources has made me resort to selling illegal substances to make ends meet


Jane is rolled up, no gangs be throwed up
Marijuana is being smoked, there are no gang signs being thrown


But still Andre got action, they Sweat like Keith, all on my teeth
I'm still active and popular, people are sweating like crazy and leaving sweat stains on my teeth


I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinking that you
I take responsibility for myself and assume that you will do the same


Got's ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this
I have plenty to do but if someone shoots me, I assumed you knew that


I'm crumblin', no time for fumbling selling my sacks watching my back
I'm falling apart and can't afford to make mistakes while selling drugs and keeping an eye out for danger


Wetting em up like splish, leaving em in a splash
I'm shooting them with precision, leaving them bleeding out


Of blood, the clock is ticking niggas from my block is missing
Time is running out and people from my neighbourhood are disappearing or being killed


I'm putting it down like it be hot before we all get shot
I'm making moves quickly before we are all killed


Got, only so much time in this bastard
We only have limited time in this world


Bitter be claiming broke but I be saying they pro-cras-ti-natin'
People complain about their financial situation but are actually procrastinating their solutions


Settling for less, bet' be ready
People are accepting less than what they deserve, they better be ready for the consequences


When they roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and
When danger arrives and they shoot you in the chest,


You'se gone, up outta here for good
You're dead, gone forever


Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood
You're nodding your head to indicate you understand


Yeah, whats up
What's going on?


So check me out, see
Now listen to me carefully


Once in a while when niggas be trying to test me I gets frisky
When people try to test me, I get aggressive


Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huh
I drink whiskey and they swing at me but they miss


I'm getting nice with them things, because I do like that
I'm getting better at handling weapons because I enjoy it


You heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to that
You heard me on the radio and I stay true to myself and my beliefs


I run my lyrics the way y'all wanna hear em
I rap the way my audience wants me to


And shoot my dice like it's the brick the way that wall done flicks em
I roll my dice like I'm playing a brick game


Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexing
I have diamonds around my neck from being successful


But I'm running niggas over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it
I'm overpowering people like a 90's Lexus, try me


Ten millimeters count em nigga fuck a nine
My gun has ten millimeters, I don't care about a nine


See I added a millimeter for y'all niggas doing crimes and drive bys
I added a millimeter to my gun for people who commit crimes and drive-bys


Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers
Say goodbye to your life, see you never, losers


I flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I changed things and moved on, I'm not afraid of any of you


Be bopping shots, like them hoes be popping coochies
I'm shooting bullets like how women dance to music


And I still be spreading bullets like them freaks be spreading cooties
I'm still shooting bullets like how freaks spread infections


So look here niggas, I'm Hunting Red October
Listen up, I'm like Hunting Red October


I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over
I said what I wanted to say and now my rap is finished


Wooo! Big Boi
Big Boi is here


Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it's empty
I have a type of marijuana, but the box is empty


That's where the erb be dropping, it's simply marvelous time is ticking
That's where the marijuana would be, time is running out


But some of that time when I be laying vocals in the Dungeon
But some of the time I'm recording music in the studio


Sugar Bear and Mon be smoking ounces like it ain't nothing
My friends are smoking large amounts of marijuana and acting like it's nothing


It ain't shit, to take another hit so hit it
It's easy to take another hit, so just do it


Of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shit
Smoke cannabis, weed, reefer, anything


So fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world peace
Just keep smoking and ignore the world's problems


We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out
We're going to smoke until we can't breathe


Like some merry men, cowards I be burying
Like some brave men, I'm burying cowards


Coming around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothing
If you come to my store with nothing, you won't get anything


Just like DJ do the cutting I be having your posse ducking nothing but
Like a DJ does their job, I'll make your friends avoid danger


King Shit, I am asking, sucker can you hand
I'm the king here, can you handle that?


That player with the pepper throwing salt off in your game
I'm the player who spices things up and ruins your game


Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker don't be crying on me
Don't complain to me


That stuff the sess be in my chest until I'm chilling in peace, yeah
I still feel the effects of smoking marijuana until I'm dead




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade

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