311 - Omaha Stylee lyrics

In a minute everything you have
Can all be straight gone
In a minute things you thought were
Tied can come straight undone
How about some knocks on wood some
So far it’s so good
Any day what you think is solid earth
Can jump up and spread out
To the north and south that’s
What plates are about
Nature has no conscience no
Kindness or ill will

The dreams they had make me sad
Because of the vibes of them
When one girl dreamt a fire in
Hers and then it happened
To me and my family my
Bro’s and I were driving
The RV bleeding flames us
Leaping through fire surviving
Zoned with no home there was fire all on it
Umm let me have my life I want it
I’m gonna let you know that I said
We’re coming in kill we’re coming chill
We’ve comin in how we will
Gone to tell the whole world what’s the deal
And I say know no critical boarder cuz
We do what we want
Got more funky styles that my
Laser jet got font

Not one to get over sounding like the norm
Friendly to the radio all that shit is corn
All we coming with is a little bit of swing
And we go on like it ain’t no thing

Omaha stylee did not think there was one
Where you know the radios weak and
The shows are more fun
But, you know we fuck up
The dancehall since 1988
Many did not think when they hear
That we come from this state
Still we’re down like that
Still we’re down like that
Still we’re down like that
Makin the funk that smells of skunk

Such occasions occur back in the day
It begins you’re a raw kid all the way
Son of a gun but they you drifted
All are endowed but few are gifted
At the break of dawn behaving like a spy
Lampin in the light the cold world awakens
Deeper is the light to open up the sky
Look into my eyes see the dialatin’
Omaha Stylee is the shit we come with man
Embedded in our souls it breathes
Out from this band
We always knew that we could
Thank you if you too felt we would

Not one to get over sounding like the norm
Friendly to the radio all that shit is corn
All we coming with is a little bit of swing
And we go on like it ain’t no thing

Omaha stylee did not think there was one
Where you know the radios weak and
The shows are more fun
But, you know we fuck up
The dancehall since 1988
Many did not think when they hear
That we come from this state
Still we’re down like that
Still we’re down like that
Still we’re down like that
Makin the funk that smells of skunk

We will arise explore these worlds
And find the grass roots
How to crew to do the grinding
Of the grounds to brew
My dude on the one come off like Teflon
Rock your shit and you will rise on

If you’re a farmer outstanding
In your field say do as you will do as you
Wish follow your bliss say
We travel round the world giving it our best
Like to see the people dancing
And bouncing and the rest
The hammer and the chisel and
The rule it compass
We forged the sword chariots of
War our battle axe
There’s much power in anger but
Loves a bigger banger
Complete props to my crew this is what we do