311

311 - Lucky lyrics

I'm bringing with me the people I know deep down are funky

Oh yeah we dap we got the juice it's on tap

Never take the time to rewind all the weak crap

Here take it it's yours the gift is calling

The sunshine be falling our way first every morning

I'm a magician you see I'm christened with condition

Held over from a future would I've come to you so listen

There's a place out in deep space

Where all the brothers chant and dance and rant

And shave their heads like Buddha

I'm a fly guy you know I'm smoother

Of course no remorse is felt for all those loser crews

I do not care what you do, I always screw up

But when I do it's nothing like you, I wish you grew up

You're saying anything like promise to get clean

Won't kick half dead fucked up in the head

Just get him out of here he's making me sick

We push a sucker out

With much force and much clout

Didn't want to do it

Thats not what were about

But we got to have a limit

How low can you get it

Seems about time to

Change the subject

And sing about the wise eyed

That makes me feel

Good and never do

I leave misunderstood

Damn you know I feel good true

I got a choice of what I'm gonna do It's like this that

Swingin on my bat

Mix a melody with some back chat

Tell 'em again

Dam I know you feel good too

You got a choice of what you're gonna do it's like this that

Nippin' on a cat

Mix a melody with some back chat

I'm rollin' slow no particular place to go so nothings changed

The more things stay the same the more it doesn't matter

To a late day St. Bernard acting hard

But I throw down like a crazy retard

But what cold make a man

Wanna walk around the school yard with his tool hard

What could make the switch to call a woman a bitch

It probably downed when you couldn't get a date to the prom

And you were stuck with Beavis

Let's leave us on a note of positively

I'm saying this for levity

But if I leave it brief I call it brevity

I said I see the people rocking

Which means there's no stopping the flow

And you can just tell 'em that you know

Every night yeah we turning up

And comin' off live

Like and final 311 battle breakin idols

On the one you never heard before

You know the hard-core rockin

Pumping the dance floor

Leave ya feet sore lookin for your Micatin

Because the mic is deadly in the mood we in

Certified not fakin coool like a Jamaican

Every time the enemy hear us they will be shakin

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