Sublime Self Titled lyrics
We took this trip to Garden Grove It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah This ain't no funky reggae party, $5 at the door It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme I got the microwave, got the VCR I got the deuce-deuce in the trunk of my car, oh yeah If you only knew all the love that I found It's hard to keep my soul on the ground You're a fool, don't fuck around with my dog All that I can see I steal, I fill up my garage Cause in my mind Music from Jamaica, all the love that I found Pull over there's a reason why my soul's unsound It's you It's that shit stuck under my shoe It's that smell inside the van It's my bed sheet covered with sand Sitting through a shitty band Getting dog shit on my hands Getting hassled by the man Waking up to an alarm Sticking needles in your arm Picking up trash on a freeway Feeling depressed everyday Leaving without making a sound Picking my dog at the pound Living in a tweeker pad Getting yelled at by my dad Saying I'm happy when I'm not Finding roaches in the pot All these things I do They're waiting for you.up to index
Early in the morning, risin' to the street Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong Got to find a reason why my money's all gone I got a dalmation, and I can still get high I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot Life is (too short), so love the one you got Cause you might get runover or you might get shot Never start no static I just get it off my chest Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest Take a small example, take a tip from me Take all of your money, give it all to charity Love is what I got It's within my reach And the Sublime style's still straight from Long Beach It all comes back to you, you'll finally get what you deserve Try and test that you're bound to get served Love's what I got Don't start a riot You'll feel it when the dance gets hot [CHORUS] (That's) why I don't cry when my dog runs away I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay I don't get angry when my Mom smokes pot Hits the bottle and goes right to the rock Fuckin' and fightin', it's all the same Livin' with Louie dog's the only way to stay sane Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to meup to index
Annie's 12 years old, in two more she'll be a whore Nobody ever told her it's the wrong way Don't be afraid with the quickness you'll get laid For your family get paid It's the wrong way I gave her all that I had to give I'm gonna make it hard to live (Big) salty tears running down to her chin And it ruins up her make-up I never wanted A cigarette pressed between her lips But I'm staring at her tits It's the wrong way Strong if I can, but I am only a man So I take her to the can It's the wrong way The only family that she's ever had Is her seven horny brothers and a drunk-ass dad He needed money so he put her on the street Everything was going fine until the day she met me Happy are you sad, wanna shoot your dad I'll do anything I can It's the wrong way We talk all night, try to make it right Believe me shit was tight It was the wrong way So run away if you wanna stay Cause I ain't here to make ya, oh no It's up to you what you really wanna do Spend some time in America Dub style! She'll give you all that she got to give But I'm gonna make it hard to live Big salty tears rollin' down to her chin And it smears up her make-up I never wanted So we ran away And I'm sorry when I say, that straight to this very day It was the wrong way She took a hike it don't matter if I like it or not Because she only wants the wrong way I gave her all that I had to give But she still wouldn't take it, oh no Her two brown eyes are leaking like a sieve But it still ruins her make-up I never wantedup to index
Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky They give it up and they give it up and they give it up But they never ask why Daddy was a rollin' rollin' stone He rolled away one day and he never came home It ain't hard to understand This ain't Hitler's master plan What it takes to be a man In my mind, in my brain I roll it over like a steamin' freight train It ain't hard to ascertain You only see what you want to believe When you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve That don't mean I can't hang But the day that I die Will be the day that I shut my mouth and put down my guitar Sunday morning hold church down at the bar Get down on your knees and start to pray Pray my itchy rash will go away Back up y'all it ain't me Kentucky Fried Chicken is all I see It's a hellified way to start your day If I make you cry all night Me and daddy gonna have a fist fight It ain't personal, it ain't me I only hear what you told me to be I'm a backward-ass hillbilly I'm Dick Butkiss You know I lie I get mean, I'm a thief in the dark I'm a ragin' machine I'm a triple rectified ass son of a bitch Rec-tite(tm) on my ass and it makes me itch I can see for miles and miles and miles My broken heart makes me smile In my mind, in my brain I go back and go completely insane It ain't personal, it ain't me If I make you cry I might Be your daddy at the end of the night Take a load from my big gun You only see what you want to believe When you creep from the back I got tricks up my sleeve 24/7 the devil's best friend It makes no difference It's all the same in the endup to index
[I don't know if you can, but can you get an order for Ons, that's O-N-S, Junior Market, the address is 1934 East Aneheim, all the windows are busted out, and it's like a free-for-all in here and uh the owner should at least come down here and see if he can secure his business, if he wants to...] April 26th, 1992 There was a riot on the streets Tell me where were you? You were sittin' home watchin' your TV While I was paticipating in some anarchy First spot we hit it was my liqour store I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford With red lights flashin', time to retire And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire Next stop we hit, it was the music shop, It only took one brick to make that window drop Finally we got our own P.A. Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today? (Homicide, never doin' no time) When we returned to the pad to unload everything It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings So once again we filled the van until it was full Since that day my livin' room's been much more comfortable Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here It's getting harder and harder and harder each and every year Some kids went in a store with their mother I saw her when she came out she was gettin' some Pampers They said it was for the black man They said it was for the mexican And not for the white man But if you look at the streets, it wasn't about Rodney King It's this fucked-up situation and these fucked-up police It's about comin' up and stayin' on top And screamin' 187 on a mother fuckin' cop It's not in the paper, it's on the wall National guard Smoke from all around [Units be advised of an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple, 9-3-8 Temple, many subjects with bats trying to get inside the CB's house...they're trying to kill him] Let it burn Wanna let it burn, wanna let it burn Wanna wanna let it burn (I feel insane) Riots on the streets if Miami Whoa, riots on the streets of Chicago On the streets of Long Beach In San Fransico Riots on the streets of Kansas City Tuskaloosa, Alabama Cleveland, Ohio Fountainberry, Paramount, Vista Buelle Eugene, Oregon Eureeka, California Hesperia Santa Barbara mother fuckin' Nevada San Diego Lakewood, Florida fuckin' 29 Palms [Need a unit to... structure fire and numerous subjects looting] [10-15 to get rid of this looter]up to index
I don't practice Santeria I ain't got no crystal ball Well I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all If I could find that heina and that sancho that she'd found Well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down What I really wanna know (my baby) What I really wanna say, I can't define Well it's love that I neeeeeed My soul will have to wait till I get back Find a heina of my own Daddy's gonna love one and all I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break And I gotta live it out Oh yeah un-huh Well I swear that I, what I really wanna know (my baby) What I really wanna say, I can't define Got love! Make it go My soul will have to... What I really wanna say (my baby) What I really wanna say, is I've got mine And I'll make it Yes, I'm going up Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him He best go run and hide Daddy's got a new .45 And I won't think twice To stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk-ass What I really wanna know (my baby) What I really wanna say, is there's just one way back And I'll make it My soul will have to waitup to index
Janie always said I was a mess Sorry bout that mess I made her bleed I'm planting my seed Still I knew it could take it if I opened up the rhythm I knew it could make it I hope her parents love her So feelin the acid on the brain Still I got that frame I made Her bleed yeah she wants that lovin you see Well if you live you wanna give or get old And if you never knew that we get old you live it up You get old believe me when I say It's the same shit everyday But I got to know my place And if you don't it smacks you in your face I know I know her parents love her So billyed back in 1983 what did you do for me I made her bleed I'm planting my seed I knew we could make it I only knew that the bitch would break it I hope her parents love her So my God look at me If he had to go I know I know I'm barely lovin' my holy creed You never knew that was what you need Oh my god honestly believe it or not its a disease.up to index
Jailhouse gets empty Rudy gets plenty Baton stick gets shorter Rudy gets taller Can't fight against the youth Cause we're strong Them are rude rude people Can't fight against the resistanceup to index
Down there at the pawn shop It's a nifty place to shop What has been sold is not strickly made of stone Please remeber its flesh and boneup to index
I never thought that when I grew up I would be in a band And travel all the best spots in the land I'm not here to brag or boast I'm here to tell you about the spots I love the most Natural bridges on a clean west swell Breaks over the reef like a bat out of hell Stockton ave gets hollow and mean And on a big day it works iup to index
we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got to overcomeup to index
I don't wanna go and party I don't wanna shoot the pier I don't wanna take the doggie out for a walk I don't wanna look at naked chicks and drink beer I don't wanna do a bong load and go and wrench on the car I don't wanna go and hose the dogshit down Cause i aint even gonna get out of bed Keep on skankin' ronnie skank the night away But the time has come for us all to pay I don't wanna watch no porno I don't wanna play guitar I don't wanna spank the monkey I don't wanna go down to the corner bari Aint even got to listen to all the stupid shit you got to say I don't wanna do a god damn thing I aint gonna make my bed today I don't wanna eat burritos or read about o.j. Aint gonna get a head rush cause i aint gettin out of bed todayup to index
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Some folks say smoking herb is a crime, if they catch you smokin they're bound to drop the dime Insufferable informa crazy fools wait: with their fingers crossed for you to break the rules And in the evening when we try to jam, we like the music loud in this here band We let the bass line drop as loud as we can stand Somebody always gotta turn informa for the man I want to know right now is there one of you in the crowd are you gonna call 911 and spoil all of my fun You crazy fool i'm in the mood Get ready come on now, load up the bong, crank up the song, let the informa call 911 And when security police force want to arrive Don't try to run, don't try to hide just pull out the .9 pop in the clip and let one slip into these crazy foolsup to index
mucho gusto me llamo bradley i'm hornier than ron jeremy and if you wanna get popped in your knee just wipe that look off your bati face you hate me cause i got what you need a pretty little daughter that we call mixie if you wanna get beat physically it will be over in a minute so she told me to come over and i took that trip and then she took out my mushroom tip and when it came out it went drip drip drip i didn't even kow she had the g.i. joe kung fu grip and it went uuh and the girl caress me down uhh that's the lovin' sound when i kiss mixie it makes me feel horny cause i'm the type of lover with the sensitivity when she kiss my neck and tickle my fancy she give me the right kind of love on sunday morning En el otro lado es donde viví (On the other side is where I used to live) con mijita que se llama Mixie (with my girlfriend named Mixie) y su hermana si me quiere (and her sister, if she wants me) y ahorita tenemos un bebé (and now we have a babe) sus padres sus padres me trataron matar (her parents, her parents tried to kill me) but they did not get too far (but they did not get too far) un poco después tuve que regresar (a little later I had to come back) con un chingo de dinero cuz you know I'm a star (with a fuckload of money cuz you know I'm a star) yo fui a Costa Rica para comar (I went to Costa Rica to eat) estuve a practicaba con la raza cuz they know who we are (I was to practice with the race cuz they know who we are) sí no le dió cuenta and I bet you never will (yeah you didn't tell the story and I bet you never will) you must be a muñeca if you're still standing still (you must be a fucker if you're still standing still) (chorus) Me gusta mi reggae (I like my reggae) Me gusta punk rock (I like punk rock) pero la cosa que me gusta más es panochinta (but the thing I like most is pussy) En el agua en el aire if you know who you are (in the water in the air if you know who you are) Con el agua en el aire empieza a gritar (with the water, in the air begin to yell) no tenga miedo, I'm your papi (don't be afraid, I'm your papi) take your chones y los manden a mí (take your underwear and send them to me) levanta, levanta, tienes que gritar (get up, get up, you have to shout) levanta, levanta, tienes que bailar (get up, get up, you have to dance) (chorus) and the girls carressed me down and that's the lovin'soundup to index
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summertime and the livin's easy and bradley's on the microphone w/ ras m.g. all the people in teh dance will agree that we are well qualified to represent the lb g me and louie run to the party dance to the riddim it gets harder me and my girl got this relationship i love her so bad but she treats me like... on lock down like a penetentiary she spreads her lovin' all over and then there's none left for me (chorus) oh take this veil from off my eyes a burning sun will one day rise so what am i gonna be doin' for a wife i guess i'll have to play it myself show them how we come off the shelf (chorus) evil i've come to tell you that she's evil most definately evil ornery scandalous and evil the tension is getting hotter i'd like to hold her head underwaterup to index