40oz lyrics
On the eastside, that's where I met my ramona,
Here's my telephone number call me
'Cause she's my ruca, I'm barely waiting for my hina
My place is not a home, don't make no difference
Hold me and don't let go
All the time the people want to know the meaning of the word Sublime
Let the lovin take a hold over me
You've got your hair permed
Who taught you those new tricks?
And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin back
You look so fine when you lie it just don't show,
And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin back
I smoke two joints in the morning
I smoke two joints in time of peace
Daddy he once told me,
Whoa rock me to the night
Early man walked away
Were only gonna die for our own arrragence,
Stolen from an african land
And it goes...
If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,
I want a lover, I can't find the time
Stolen from an african land
I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,
Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, hey
People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than
sensi
5446/Ball and Chain
Do you believe I would take such a thing with me
Give it to me, one time,
Give it to me, two times,,
Give it to me, three times,,,
Give it to me: four times,,,,
Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now?
People listen up don't stand to close
With a girl that you knew,
Because I was always taught boy meets girl,
When you grab a hold of me Tell
Baby your a big blue whale
Ain't got no quarrels with God Ain't got no time to grow old
I swear sometimes your taking me for granted
Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick
If I was an ant liven upon the wall
I got so much trouble on my mind,
So don't tell me about a fake drug war
People always ask me why people are all fucked up
As I was walkin down rubadub square
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrong
(rap)
It was the summer of love and I thank the stars above
A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychadelic mess
Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves
Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my door
uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.
Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more
My name is eric I have nothing to say
5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity.
All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson
Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
Enough d.j.s come with enough style
You better strap with the gat
Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
I won't wait so long
No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be)
Chorus
Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize)
No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach)
Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)
I've got to get alive with you
Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel alone
I was tweakin by myself one night that's when I wrote this tune
Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holiday
Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel alone
Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holiday
What happened?
There's no recollection
What happened?
Last thing I remember
I know I did something
What happened?
What I'm I doing here
(Chorus)
Driven down the side walk
What happened?
Let's go
(Chorus)
I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch
Running from a gun
And God may find a reason
I was sitting in that bar
'Think I will run, to you
Payback's a mother fuckin' blast
"Why must I feel like that"
But, all the D.J.'s do it
And I know I'll find a reason
And maybe I just use too,
"You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts"
Out my window cool and bright
Ebin was a cooly that I used to know
Cooly was sportin' black denium shoes
Oh Ebin you changed
I give you a hard time, didn't want to stay
Hooked on crack just the other day
He went down to protect his country
Oh Ebin you changed
I give you a hard time, didn't want to stay
Out my window cool and bright
Let me tell you about a girl I know,
She heard a noise and she looked through the door.
Now babe the time has come.
That's when things got out of control.
He finished up and he started the car
The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at
law,
That night in jail it was getting late.
That's when things got out of control.
She didn't want to TAKE IT!
How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about
someone else.
So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.
Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.
So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.
You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.
In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,
Because he's droppin', dropin', dropin' science, droppin history
Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.
And I know
By the rivers of Babylyon
Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivity
So let the words of our mouth
By the rivers of Babylyon
Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivity
robbin the hood lyrics
Free Loop Dub
sublime lyricsMy Ruca
"I wanna go to a party," that's what she said
Lonely - that's what I been
..and to a party a house par-ty
she send a message oflove
she said I love up the way you move, I love the way you rap ,BOPP
BOPP.
Ramona please step back
She moved from Long Beach down to LA
Right now she selling oranges by the freeway
I wanna know, Ramona am I the only one tell me
and she said "Your not the only one, but your the best Bradly"
And know now I waiting for my ruca and I barely pulled up with my hina
I know tonite I be behind her, don't fuck around with my hina.
Get out!
But I have found that I need a place to stay
I never listen to what the landlord man say
You should've seen the flops in my house
We were jumping on walls and kicking ceilins
Now a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT"
Makes no difference that your a ho
Cause I need a place to stay and though disease was just the price I
paid.
In days of old that how it used to be, oh yes indeed.
That girl is dead to me now and I say .."GET OUT"
It ain't anarchist, it's the shit you missed
We get the minute man loop and add a peni twist
We know you mutha that this is the shit that you put in the box
And to all the radios and the tv shows
Cause we don't kiss no ass or kick down free shows
What you get is the kind no econo gang or cess with yellow lover on the
d-r-u-m-s
Let the lovin take a hold over me
"Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'
1992 so lets all start uniting
Put your hands together be the best you can be
Let this jam take us to 1993
Stay positive and the love will come back to me
40 Oz to Freedom
You've got your red dress on
Talkin' bout how second gear was such a turn on
And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning here
And you'll be gone before too long
Damn I should'nt start that talk,
but life is onw big question when your starin at the clock
And the answers always waiting at the liqour store, 40 oz to Freedom,
so I'll take that walk.
Ohh not going back
God knows not going back
That I know which way the wind blows
40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,
even though I feel bad
Ohh not going back
God knows I'm not going back
God knows I'm not going back
Smoke Two Joints
I smoke two joint at night
I smoke two joint in the afternoon
It makes me feel alright
And two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints,
And then I smoke two more
"Son, you be hard workin' man"
And momma she once told me,
"Son, you do the best you can"
Then one day I meet a man,
He came to me and said,
"Hard work good and hard work fine,
but first take care of head"
Ja say
Were Only Gonna Die For Our Own Arragence
As modernman took control
There mind's weren't all the same
And to conquer was their goal
So he built his great empire
And he slaughtered his own kind
He died a counfused man
And killed himself in his own mind
(repeat)
so we might as well take our time.
Dont Push
Chased out with a knife
With a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bike
Oh well the bars are always open and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night
If i was Bob Marley I said could you be loved
If I was half pint I'd ball the lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all night
IF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumb
If rythmes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb
I'd point that shit straight up at the sky
and shoot heaven on down to you
Oh well the bars are always open, and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night
I want a reason, I can't find the rythmec
I want to start some static, but I can't afford,
to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboard
Now a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with
disease.
Laughter, it's free any time just call me
439-0116 when your down with Sublime you get
funky fresh lyrics, you get nothin
Got chased out of the bar
I saw (Ice is) my best friend tonite so don't push me too far
get hit get hip you knuckle heads
Racism is scism on a serious tip
You don't believe me I go and bust your lip.
I hear the moutain, it hard to climb
Rougher the rythm, then it must be sublime
Listen yellow lover you got it right on time
We got cricket with the quickness and the bassline
tell them regaee music is on the loose
Here i am from the place where the sun shine down
in a unique fashion
Good good vibes that keep on playin, playin
You're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it
Teakin' every weekend we just can't take it (WORD)
and give it to a police man?
I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that.
If I did that would you say, "Sir come down and put the charge on me"?
I wouldn't do that, no I wouldn't do that.
I'm not a fool to hurt myself, but I listened what they done to me,
they were wrong, they were wrong.
Right now somebody else has that number.
One more time 5447 what's my number? what's my number now?
Right now somebody else has that number.
People listen up don't stand to near
I got something that you all should hear.
All lies, all the lies she told to me
make a litte part of history.
I was always taught that boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way.
Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok.
I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time
to listen to conflicting points of view.
It's a crazy world to live alone,
a ball and chain I call my own
I got something that you all should know
Holy Matrimony is not for me.
Rather die alone in misery.
I was always taught that boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way.
Isn't that what they used to say?
With a girl that you knew,
and the bonds that we grew.
Turned into a ball and chain.
I step into the great unknown,
a ball and chain I call my own.
Crazy world to live alone
and the bonds that we grew,
turned into a ball and chain.
I step into the great unknown,
with a ball and chain I call my own.
Because marriage doesn't work in the world today
It's an instiution that is in decay.
And if I have love I wish to portray,
I will surely find another way.
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later the sweet babys on the way,
Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok.
I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time
to listen to conflicting points of view
I step into the great unknown,
with a ball and chain I call my own
Badfish
me that I'll never be set free
I'm a parasite,
creep and crawl I step into the night.
Two pints of boose
Tell me are you a badfish too? Are you a badfish too?
Ain't got no money to spend
I know the night will never end
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef
Grab the reef when all duck diving fails
I swim but wish I nevered learned
The water's too polluted with germs
I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead
Grab the reef underneath my bed
Ain't got no quarrels with god Ain't got no time to grow old
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef
Let's Go Get Stoned
I swear sometime your a whore
I swear but I know there ain't no reason
'Cause everything is such a bore
Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick, (MY GOODNESS!)
My friends all laughed, said it was my fault
said it's time that it happened to me
But I know that the show was much more than a low
So I'm waiting for the tide to get low
tell me baby would it make any difference at all
If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me?
Bright lights put me in a trance
But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)
I don't gamble but I bet,
I'm gonna die by my last cigarette
Hold me close I always play the mack
with this monkey on my back.
New Thrash
That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemy
But I know the real world always gets the last word
And that's why you gotta kick reality.
So don't tease me and try to say I should care.
I might as well go out for mine
'cause everybody's going out for their's.
Go cut education some more
The people will one day learn and rise
Cause not everyone is out to score.
At every corner liquor store.
Scarlet Begonias
Not a chill to the window a litte to the air
From another direction she was caught in my eye
It could be an illusion, but I might as well try
..might as well try
And I could tell without asking she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls
As everthing works out the way it does in this song
Cause once in a while you get shown in the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right
Because the women took the lovin over me
And just to gain her trust, I bought a microbus
Because I sold off my personal property
We toured to the north, south, east and west
We sold some mushroom tea,
Sold some ectacy,
Sold nitrus, opium, acid, herion and PCP
Now I hear the police coming after me
Now I hear the police coming after me
The one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,
She's got the police coming after me
All scarlet begoinas and a touch of the blues
And there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye.
Live at E's
As she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:
I'm on the mic doin things you like
The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right
Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world
history
the mighty MC's will be disected and rejected
I am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-
motivating, inovating, chillin and digested
Its obvious as ever it will be specialized
Your trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromized
I am a fresh MC
As you can plainly see
You won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agree
So take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh
I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore
Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song
I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long
Not only do I rythme I also cut so nice they call me delight
because I am not a fucking d.j.
And if you want to talk to me,
then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee
D.J.s
Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wesson
A little competition comes my way but it always winds up the same,
"the stone that the builder refuse shall be the head cornerstone"
But still I set and lie awake all night
All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson
Try talkin trash and we'll come with a smith & wesson
but when I bus my lyrics we all Know it's wicked-wily.
Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
But still I set and lie awake all night
If you wanna walk with me, bound to come down
With the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reagee music
Gotta come down with some new lyrics
It just ain't nothing, it's been a real long time
But still I set and lie awake all night
Rubadub blender a new mixer
I am the one with d.j. with enough flavor
Hear the dub and say lord have his grilled cheese.
I ain't jamican, but I ain't no freak
Caught the man eno with the one pound bag o' tweak
And called him ghost rider everytime you see him he fulfill the danger
But still I set and lie awake all night
Dred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
We will survive in this world of competition
To make sure that till the ..is done
For you
Stop your messin around,
Better think of your future
Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail
Chica me Tipo
Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away)
Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you)
Ni en pintura (Not even in paint)
De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay)
Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said)
Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you)
Con ti (with you)
Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live)
Pero el amigo (But a friend)
Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket)
Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so
lonely)
Pero si se cambie (But if she changes)
Ella sería la mia (She will be mine)
Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property)
en propeidad (As property)
Whoa I cannot do?
I will lay down anytime with her
with her.
Right Back
Your girl friend said so but I don't really know
That don't mean we fucked around that night last week when you left
town
Didn't have no need for that bed in my hotel room
Sometimes right now since I've left the pen
I feel like I'm right back in it again
So I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from
My girlfriend said so, she's a little ho
That don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground
So I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from
Don't tease me, don't tease me, don't tease
Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holiday
So I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from
What Happened?
Wake up in the morning,
clock says half past one
I have no sunglasses
As I step into the sun
of the evil things I've done
My head feels like I musta' had some fun
I was chillin at a party
Pinching grily's asses
I was drinking recklessly
Lord what could it be
Woke up in the morning
And all my friends say me
Who is this girl in my bed
What is this shit on my face
My God, what is that awful smell
She may be an angel
She may be a queen
She might be black, white, Amercian, Indian or Japanese
Thru a bottle at a bouncer
Didn't think that he was cool
Pissed in someones drink
And thru a bike into a pool
Like a crazy possed fool
I broke every single traffic rule.
What happened?
New Song
But I won't stress and I won't switch
And I would not take my life
Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind
Takes up all of my time,
And I said, ooh!
Or some brain that ways a ton
And my God, it hurts to get so low
Searchin' through the cars
Cold, still searchin' through the night
I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight
Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme
Because it takes up nearly all my time
He who stands for freedom
God knows I've got the number
But maybe I just use too much
I'm sittin' in that stolen car
Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard
Saw you with a gleam
And the microphone scene
But I know I won't live for me
Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme
Please tell me, why he takes up all my time
I've been drinking, just like you
And baby, you've got something I can use
But I won't stress and I won't blast
And I would not take my life
Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above
Takes up all of my time
And I said
Running from a gun
And some brain that ways a ton
You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave
All the D.J.'s use it
I would run, I would switch
But I wanna be the same
'Cause I always bust a rhyme
Because it takes up nearly all my time
The "T" hear stands for treason
The "D" hear stands for dove
Maybe I'm just used too much.
Ebin
Fade so slowly into night
Funny how things look the same
Now that my friend Ebin's changed
Now he's down with the PLO
He's cold kickin it live with the KKK
No xxx, No JFA
Dealing he was looking for something to use
With a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boose
Well, it could be me or it could be you
Oh feels like my whole life is rearragned
Ebin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...
Oh how you changed
Oh you changed,
Oh how you changed
Got outta jail just the very next day
It's plain to see my friend Ebin is a Nazi
He was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah
Now he's down with the CIA
We got covert operation in Vietnam
Making hits and assaination he's long gone
Eat Mexican food and makes lots o' money
Come back a God and drive a big white car
And take himself a plane down to Nicaragua
Well it feels like I'm the only one to blame
Ebin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you
Oh you changed,
Oh you changed,
Oh how you changed
Got outta jail just the very next day
It's plain to see my friend Ebin is a Nazi
He was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah
Day so slowly into night
Funny how things look the same
Now that my friend Ebin's changed
Date Rape
had a drink about a hour ago.
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown Hell.
And saw a man she'd never seen before.
Light skin, light blue eyes, a double-chin and a plastic smile.
Well, her heart raced as he walked through the door
And took an empty seat next to her at the bar.
"My brand new car is parked right outside. How'd ya like to go for a
ride?"
And she said."Wait a minute I have to think."
He said, "That's fine. May I please buy you a drink"
One drink turned into 3 or 4 and they left and got into his car
and drove someplace real far.
How'd ya like to have a little fun?
And she said." If we could only please be on our way, I will not run."
She didn't want to, he had his way.
She said, "Let's Go"
He said, "No Way!"
Come on babe it's your lucky day.
Shut your mouth, were gonna do it my way.
Come on baby don't be afraid,
if it wasn't for date rape I'd never get laid.
He turned around and drove back to the bar.
He said."Now baby don't be sad, in my opinion you weren't half-bad."
She picked up a rock.,threw it at the car, hit him in the head ,now his
got a big scar.
Come on party people won't you listen to me.
Date Rape Stylee.
went to the phone and filed the police report and then she took the guy's
ass to court.
Well, the day he stood in front of the judge he screamed, " She lies that
little slut!"
The judge knew that he was full of shit and he gave him 25 years
And now his hearted is filled with tears.
He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed.
But the guards paid no attention to his cries.
The moral of the date rape story, it does not pay to be drunk and
horny.
But that's the way it had to be.
They locked him up and threw away the key.
Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind,
even though he now takes it in the behind.
DATE RAPE
Hope
When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.
But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one.
He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.
When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.
My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.
To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.
But I'll have my way.
You don't stand a chance anyway.
Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance.
He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.
When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.
My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.
My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.
You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.
I am not givin up.
And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little head
and you'll come running back to me
I know that I will be the only one.
KRS-One
Elijah Muhammed or the welfare state.
But I know.
And I know because of KRS-ONE.
Yeah and I know
And I know because of KRS-ONE.
With a whole leap of style and intelligency
Yes, I know.
I know because of KRS-ONE
Yeah, and I know
I know because of KRS-ONE.
Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.
And I know
(How do I know?)
And I know because of KRS-ONE.
Yeah, and I know
And I know because of KRS-ONE.
And I know because of KRS-ONE.
And I know
And I know
Rivers of Babylon
Where he sat down
And there he wept when he remebered Zion.
Required from us a song
How can we singing out for song in a strange land.
And the meditations of our hearts
Be acceptable in thy sight
O-verride
Where he sat down
And there he wept when he remebered Zion.
Required from us a song
How can we singing out for song in a strange land.
How can we singing out for song in a strange land.
Waiting For Bud
(instrumantal)
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Steady B Loop Dub
Music from Jamaca, all the love that I've found
Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.
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Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I
We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunitics all at
once with a filetering system of God. We're the psyco-semantic police,
you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it?
We're pure intellegence, your not. Your biological product of a
comological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.
I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who
you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're
a fuckin' programer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up. She sucked
my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second
chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna go
striaght to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the
cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit. As
long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie. I
capured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock
sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't
do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.
If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck me
off, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal
time.
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Pool Shark (orig)
Lying in my plastic bed,
thinking how thinking how things wern't so cool me.
My baby likes to shoot pool,
I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,
it used to be so cool.
Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.
Take it away, but I want more and more.
One day I'm gonna loose the war.
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Steppin' Razor
If you wanna live, treat me good.
If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.
I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.
I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.
If you are a bully, treat me good.
If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.
I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.
I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.
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Greatest Hits
Gwarn!
Wake up in the in the mornin' and it's hard to live.
Hard to live, yes it's hard to live
And it will be a long time before that shit starts to give.
And every single day it's getting harder to live.
But I would be up for being down with a ho.
Lord knows that i got mic control, do you got mic control?
Ya no dis this stylee when ours is original.
This man, makin' money how I know, won't be no man of me.
In my bed I watch TV.
I'm drunk by noon, but that's OK.
I'll be President some day.
Light my ciggarette, and I think,
Bert Senzanka made me drink.
Load the box and I'll pump that shit.
Got my (It's the Ziggins) greatest hits
Got my (It's the Ziggins) greatest hits
Is this band making money? I don't know.
It's the writing on the wall.
All my friends drink alcahol.
I'm too drunk to light the bong.
I'm too stoned to write this song.
Light my ciggarette, and I think,
Bert Senzanka made me drink.
Load the box and I'll pump that shit.
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(instrumental)
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Q-Ball
(Q-Ball)
...and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,
then I say what the fuck with you?
And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas.
(Too $hort)
comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'
muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad,
with the funky reggae style, check it out.
Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,
Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka.
Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut.
Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts.
Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,
he's up next, white chowder don't play
(Q-Ball)
I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.
Because I clash, I gash.
The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck.
Nigga rains be supream...
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Saw Red
(Gwen)
Every day I love him a little bit more,
a litle bit more, a little bit more.
Every day I love him just a little bit more,
and he loves me the same.
(Brad)
Every day I love her a little bit more,
a little bit more, a little bit more,
Every day I love her just a little bit more,
and she loves me the same.
(both)
Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.
It makes no sence at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.
One more secret lover that I shot dead.
(Brad)
Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,
feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.
(Gwen)
And every day I wonder if it's over,
when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.
(Brad)
You say it's black but I just can't believe you.
(Gwen)
And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to decieve you.
(Brad)
And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,
and I'll be waithing in the middle, but I just lack control.
(both)
Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.
It makes no sence at all, I saw red. I saw red.
One more secret lover that I shot dead.
(Brad)
Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when the
men use you.
(Gwen)
Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel alright,
It's your own life.
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Work That We Do
Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,
that we've seen it all, the lies wont get you.
I've got fourteen miles to go,
I've got rythem comin' sence I've got the sto.
But I won't wanna come around our love. So why?
If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall.
I'ma find you.
And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.
So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.
Real love's somthing that I still hope people make there own places to go.
And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.
In 1994 were going to die some more.
It it ever going to be the last show?
It's going to be the last drive,
boss to proud to make the cars that we drive.
The women don't mind, I've got ample time,
they don't wonder why that they do.
That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.
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Lincoln Highway Dub
I got a hundred and nienty-six different kind of oil cans. The electric
toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used
on the Lincoln Highway.
(instrumental)
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Pool Shark (acoustic)
Lying in my plastic bed,
thinking how thinking how things wern't so cool me.
My baby likes to shoot pool,
I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,
it used to be so cool.
Now I got that niedle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.
Take it away, but I want more and more.
One day I'm gonna loose the war.
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Cisco Kid
(Raleigh)
That's chapter 1, would you like to have chapter 2? You better you son of
a bitch, I know the way.
(Movie)
Here's adventure, here's romance, here's the famous Robbin Hood of the old
west.
Cisco, the sherif, he's getting closer!
Make way Poncho, vominous.
The Cisco Kid.
(Brad)
Way, way, way back days, the year, 1983.
had to get a job, had to make some mon-ne-ne.
Picked up a pen and a pad, droppes reality.
Never thinking that I would live to see the day I rocked my own CD.
We used to do the dance we called wobie-wobie.
Now S.T.P. 1993, so Hollywood get out my way.
My mom's words seems like yesterday, "Love Jesus, don't forget to pray."
She most have gone with the boss D.J. Right?
(Don't be too sure of that fat one. Fat one?)
Next thing you know, skinny coming with the 9mm.
'Cuz he who has the money has the authority,
and respect to the man with the oz.
(I'm pritty handy with a six gun myself)
The 808 kit is on my hitlist,
and this beat's cooking like a piped out bliss.
It wasn't hard to do, it so easy.
Because to me loops come naturaly.
Mom's words seem like yesterday. (COUGH)
(What's your name? Cisco Kid.
Si. Poncho's name is, Poncho.)
And now in '94 we got an S.T.P.,
a half pack of smokes, and oh yes, aunt Bea.
A fifteen pack of Old Millwalkee.
A Dalmation and a girlfriend, but I ain't got no mon-ne-ne-ne.
The 808 is within my reach,
Sublime beats are comin' straight from Long Beach.
If you think that hollywood didn't get what he deserved,
call 808 kid to get served
(movie)
There's always some hombre that can't resist swapin' lead,
just to see if their faster with the six gun than Cisco is.
They'll only find out Cisco is fastest.
Well that don't stop 'em from tryin' Poncho, like Slade here,
he fancys himself as fast on the draw as a quarter-horse takin' after a
stray.
What's the matter? Can't the Cisco Kid talk for himself? Is that how you
got your reputation Cisco, By havin' your partner build you up?
I make no claim to a reputation senior, and no one has to talk for me.
The Cisco Kid, heh, the kid part fits you from the way you act.
I've meet with your kind before.
You a foolish hombre if you think he will not fight you.
Your making big talk for an hombre who won't fight.
You are wrong Slade, I'll fight you any place, any time. If there is a
good reason.
Well here's a fist full of reasons!
Now you two quit that.
Just as soon as I finish off this Cisco Kid.
You are the one that is finished you faggot.
Way to go Cisco. Is that a good punch?
Alright you two, that's enough, let him alone Cisco.
I won't forget this Cisco, I'll take this up with you another time.
Any time hombre, I'd be glad to accomidate you.
I'll make it soon Cisco.
Shut up cash, keep your mouth shut.
Thats what I mean, Cisco, you attract trouble like a fiddler attracts a
square dance, you understand why I don't want you staying in this
town?
Do not worry sheriff...
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Raleigh Solioquy Pt. II
Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.
You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because
you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, all
the rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreem Court, you are not
the fucking Supreem Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten
thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your on
repeate mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a
fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'
thing that you took away from them you mother fucker.
Security Guard: Raleigh.
Raleigh: Yes.
Guard: This is the deal.
Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?
Guard: You either cool it down right now...
Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!
Guard: ...your outta here.
Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' mother
fucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little
kid? Eh?
Guard: Your gonna go to the psyke ward.
Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.
Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You
better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of
this room or you are gonna go to the psyke ward. This is your last
oppertunity.
Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.
Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.
Raleigh: Alright.
Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going
to the spyke ward.
Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke
ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here.
Your cutting into my commercial.
Guard: You understand?
Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' comercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of
here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star
asshole, your just a fuckin' arand boy.
Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever...
Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American!
Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.
Raleigh: Good, Shut Up!
[background laughter]
Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyke ward.
Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.
Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's
the rules Raleigh.
Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em!
That's what I gonna do.
Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh.
Raleigh: Well you've come in aginst...this is my room.
Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.
Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions
do.
Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude.
Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die!
Guard: Go for it.
Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm
gonna take your arm off.
Guard: Come on. Come on!
Raleigh: I ain't commin, you come.
Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you
cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have.
Raleigh: Try it.
Guard: Your gone dude.
Raleigh: Who's gonna inforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the
cops.
Guard: You got witnesses right now?
Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops
on you, you cocksucker, right now.
Guard: Good.
Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this.
Guard: Good. Come on.
Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathic
trying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to
1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to
get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psyco-tank, for
making my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's
trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of
shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fickin' wall. I hope you
record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And
send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get
'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this.
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STP
All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move
they love her for the kingston sound.
Flava-Flave and I-C-E
once said somthing that made me
want to burn my liquer store down to the ground.
But I just can't leave the pad, cuz I'll surely wind up dead,
'cuz i know there out there out there waiting and watching for me.
Still I got my yellow cat and my wooden baseball bat
and my shiny silver gat and if my homey my back then I got
All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move
they love her for the kingston sound.
I won't slip, and I won't trip. Send Matt Vargas to regrip.
While I'm wrenchin' on my ride, in that secret pad where we hide,
there's always lotsa fun stuff to do,
like relax and design a brand new tatoo.
Play with my cross-word puzzle book, I'm even learning how to cook.
Have you seen that little whore betty?
Someone said she stole my [?]
And if she made off with my last clean ring,
I'm gonna kill that fuckin' ditch pig.
So what?
Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad,
cuz I know your taklin' about me baby, makin' it hard to live.
Cause I, don't want no money dick, don't want no money down.
My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest pale spot in town I guess.
Take it nice and easy.
Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me.
All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move,
they love her for the kingston sound.
Baby you wanna give me kisses sweet,
only for one night with no repeat.
Baby you wanna leave and never go,
but the taste of honey is worse than none at all.
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Boss D.J.
There's a steel train comin' through,
I would take it if I could. And I would not lie to you
because Sunday morning soon will come
when things would be much easier to say
upon the microphone like a boss DJ
when I would work upon the sea like it was dry land.
The boss DJ ain't nothin' but a man.
No trouble no fuss, .. I know why.
It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice.
It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice.
When I spendn' all of my time, but it's just stones and sticks.
'Cause on the microphone is where I go to get my fix.
Just let the lovin' take ahold, 'cause it will if you let it.
I'm funky, not a junky, but I know where to get it.
(Chorus)
Oo-we girl, oo-we girl
There really ain't no time to waist, really ain't no time to hate.
Ain't got no time to waist, time to hate.
Really ain't time to make the time go away.
So mister DJ, don't the music, I wanna know,
Are you feelin' the same way too?
I wanna rock with you girl, oo-girl.
Don't stop.
(Chorus)
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I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub
See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.
(Laughter)
Pretty much.
Got matches?
And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.
Are you guys musicians?
We're magicians.
What kind of misic y'all play?
The kind that..I dunno.
Ask and so you shall recieve.
Whoo!
Reggae!
Reggae? Oh, reggae!
I'm not too into reggae.
Why not?
Oh well...
I don't like it, that's why.
We play rock, blues.
Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi?
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
Oh.
I like a little of this kind of music.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I like jazz, blues.
Oh, jazz is great.
I'm not too into rap.
I really don't like that rap.
Rap? Rap.
I like oldies.
Some rock, some hard rock.
I even like a little mexican music.
Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.
Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.
Now, the indian music.
Now that's somethin' to trip off of!
Acid.
Because every song is like...
You'd better be trippin' pretty hard.
Uh-huh.
I'll bet you trip hard.
Acid.
Oh, he's got it goin' on.
Don't you go near ya hand...
Yeah.
Everyday.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Everyday I say, oh please don't lie.
We gotta leave.
I swear.
You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem?
Ah-hah.
I never said I thought you were stupid either.
He ain't got nuthin' on there.
Can one of y'all spare 20 cents.
I don't evn have 20 cents.
I don't even have...uh...
If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...
I'd spend the last one...
This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you.
My wallet's inside.
Yeah, right, c'mon.
Yeah, c'mon, you got money.
Yeah, you got cash.
Yeah, we know you got money, man.
Actually, I think I have a buck.
Give her the fuckin' quarter!
We checked you out, we know you...
Whoo!
Reggae!
Reggae? Oh, reggae!
I'm not too into reggae.
C'mon down.
One more time.
C'mon down. C'mon down.
Yeah.
Go down and see your baby now.
No.
We love you, yeah.
When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.
Yeah.
Fuck.
Can't go in there.
Fuck.
I know he wasnt..
I immediately gave him all my money.
Fuck.
I know he wasn't.
I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason.
You can stay here.
Hey man.
On that one.
You got a good samaritan here.
The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk
in public.
What's goin' on?
I'm gonna break down the...
He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.
You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem.
Laaa...got a night down...
Yah.
Who's this guy?
2x That's Opie.
Opie.
Opie is our master.
Who's this guy?
That's Opie.
Yah.
Who's this guy?
2x That's Opie.
5x Opie.
2x That's Opie.
5x Opie.
And Opie is our master.
I am the master.
He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.
He created this.
Knock me out.
Master of the mother-fucker.
Wait, I have one.
Try that.
He usually doesn't speak.
Like, every 2 weeks.
He speaks in tounges.
Oh, in tounges.
He only speaks every 2 weeks.
(incoherent rambeling)
Hey, y'all meet Raleigh?
This is like, speaking in tounges...
Whoo!
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Falling Idols
(instrumental)
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All you Need
Headed out for Austin, now were half way down the road.
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Steady staring out the window.
It fells good, it fells nice, it feels like you need it.
And back out on the road is where we like to be seated.
We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style. We got half-pint style, we
got a b-boy style.
We got to put that shit together in a creative style. We put that shit
together in a creative style.
Outside on the pavement I won't feel afraid,
there's a little piece of paper saying how we walked that May.
Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say,
No one's got fingers, I got no one to blame.
I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance.
Society's got to me.
That's all you need!
Headed out to Houston, now where halfway out the door.
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Staring out the window.
It fells good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it.
I know how females like to be treated.
A license for me and the stars up above,
And on the interstate I fell love, love, love.
And If I never realize then that's how it has to be,
And all DJs out there got to give me money.
Back out on the freeway, I won't fell sane.
Little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain.
Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say,
Blown out speakers, I got no one to blame.
I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance.
Society's got to me.
That's all you need! Yea.
I can ???, but I won't see,
Because no one can tell you, you've got to be afraid.
We got to go back on the highway, live behind the wheel.
I want it real!
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Freeway Time In LA County Jail
On the freeway in the county the sun don't shine.
I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel a Bati man.
And outside my cell deputies creep
And in this cell all I do is sleep and I dream,
that I'm free.
And I'm back on the reef,
where I throw my net out into the sea,
All the fine hinas come swimming to me.
They hold me and they promise me things,
And when the tides high I cry like a little baby.
Don't give me no right kind a love no Sunday morning.
Don't want no puppy loving.
Hold me babe, a new stylee.
Hungry babe, a new stylee.
And a angry dog is a hungry dog.
And a hungry dog is a angry dog.
I feel like rocking, I wanna with you!
I'm alive gotta contact home. Gotta contact my baby girl.
But I wood never could get up. Why does it have to be so damn tough?
With mayates and the eses, yes their steady on the floor.
I'll be damned if a man with a shake in his hand will make me feel, I
feel, I feel a Bati man.
And I know, that I'm there someday.
I'm back on the reef,
where I throw my net out into the sea,
All the fine hinas come swimming to me.
Hold babe promise me.
With no protection on my erection I won't get no VD.
Don't give me no right kind a love no Sunday morning.
Don't want no puppy loving. Gwarn.
Hold me babe, got a new stylee.
And a angry dog's a hungry dog.
He's a naked man is a naked man.
And a wicked dog is a hungry dog.
I feel like rocking, I wanna with you!
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Mary
Baby one breath away.
I'll find the words to say.
I'll sit and light the bong.
I'll hold my hit in real long.
I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.
Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.
You've heard the line before.
Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.
If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and
start getting busy.
I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.
Oh Mary baby I could do it right.
When we got to the pad,
Mary baby started calling me her dad.
Yes, she gave me head.
We could not find a damn bed!
Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.
Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home.
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Raleigh Solioquy Pt. III
You guys don't know what love is.
You don't know what love is.
Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.
Until you had a love you had to lose.
You don't know what love is.
Let's see. What's happining? The sacks are filling up again here yea.
Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it.
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(Doin' Time reprise)
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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
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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
second hand smoke lyrics
Doin' Time (uptown dub)
Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, un-definately,
evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, definately.
The tension, is getting hotter, I'd like to hold her, head underwater, oh
oh, as the livin's easy, on the microphone with ras m.g.
In the dance it's agreed that we'll well qualify to represent the LBC.
(((microphone control... da da-da-da-da da...)))
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Get Out! (remix)
[It's 8:05. This is Phillus in the office.
The Cat is out on the patio, if it jumps one more time,
your butts are in the street. I am sick and tired of your
activities, your cat, and your untruths with me.
I'm gonna call you tomarrow, when your home, and you can explain
some things to me 'cuz I'm tired of your bullshit. Goodnight.]
My place is not a home,
it don't make no difference but I have found,
that I need a place to stay.
I never listen what the landlord man say.
You should've seen the flops in my house.
We were jumping on walls and kicking ceilings.
Now a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT!"
[they're driving me fucking crazy over here chief,
I gotta get rid of these fruitcakes.]
Hold me and don't let go.
It don't make no difference that your a ho.
Cause I need a place to stay.
A new disease was just the price I paid.
In days of old that how it used to be, oh yes indeed.
That girl is dead to me now and I say ....
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Romeo
I have a secret place inside my mind,
where I keep hidden inspiration you will find.
And when my petty anger goes to my head,
you'll find I'm better off dead.
Oh, and I don't hold the key,
to find out what is killing me, its,
been so long but somehow i just still care,
I am a Romeo, am a Romeo, with no place to go
Sometimes I think you hate me, hang up the phone,
but take a closer look, this hate I feel is my own.
So many times I've loved you, more than myself,
it's time to take that love and put it on the shelf.
Oh, and when I hold you tight,
it makes me want to scream and fight.
Love turned to hate,
some how it's just, how it's just,
how it's just to late.
I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go
Rock the reggae music, cuz it sounds so fine, right!
When I hold you tight, in my arms you are mine,
but in the morning when I wake up and I still feel the same,
I know something goin on and I know who's to blame.
Everytime I tell you I'm the real Romeo,
it fills my soul and heart with anger, pain, and sorrow.
Cuz' somthings going on and I think you should know,
so listen to my rhyme, cuz this is how it goes:
In a tight mini short in a short mini skirt,
it feels so wrong and it feels so right.
the more I think about it your a pain in the ass,
I told you many times, this time it's gonna last.
Want the kind of woman who can make me feel right,
not sloppy drunk sex on a Saturday night. cuz,
I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go
Pull up your honey if you gotta one see,
because your down with the style, cuz your down with me. oh,
rig the selector when your on the mixer,
along with Peter Mitchell upon the echo chamber. Two, one,
no they must see but no, they can't test me.
Two, three of them come and say you cant test me.
Because me rock the reggae music in a different stylee.
Me rock the kinda reggae music right on time, because your down with the
band that they call Sublime, right?
Don't take it too slow, don't take me wrong,
me know which way to go, me, me, me alright,
me rock the reggae music day and all night.
Makes you wanna explode,
makes me wanna explode,
makes me wanna explode,
makes you wanna explode,
sometimes it makes you wanna explode.
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New Realization
The time has come, to reach a new realization 'tween me and you,
time to clear the rumors, sensations, and things that just are untrue.
Well I thought I heard you behind me,
with a knife stright for my back.
It's quite clear that I'm back in the swing of living,
although I might not be on the right track.
Oh, thought I might drown but its hard to be givin'.
Downtown's wheres you'll find me, do some and got a hand.
Although I never listen girl, I damn well understand.
And you think, I'm so damn feeble.
I can't see through your lies, you'r just a crock of shit,
with a pretty smile, and I refuse to compromise.
Oh, don't give me such a heavy, heavy, heavy load.
You may hold some vision of truth, if truth can found in a lie.
Maybe some grain of inspiration, for song thats deep inside.
Oh, tears running down your face,
just screaming look me in the eye.
Well I'm looking straight at your twisted face,
and it's enough to make me cry.
Oh, I payed the price of loving you,
in more ways than one.
Wrapped around your finger,
but I think my time has come,
but I never can be too sure,
cuz I like to have a little fun.
Oh, what fun it would be to blow my mind and fall into the sun.
A mind is a precious thing to taste.
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Don't Push
Stolen from an African land,
and chased out with a knife.
With a face like Bob Marley,
and a mouth like a motor bike
Oh well the bars are always open,
and the time is always right.
And if God's good word goes unspoken,
the music goes all night
And it goes...
If i was Bob Marley I said could you be loved
If I was half pint I'd ball lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a Boomtown Rat I would be stayin up all night
IF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumb
If rythmes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb
If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,
I'd point it straight up at the sky,
and shoot heaven on down for you.
Because the bars are always open,
and the time is always right.
And if God's good word goes unspoken,
the music goes all night.
And it goes:
I want a lover, I can't find the time.
I want a reason, I can't find the rythme.
I want to start some static, but I can't afford,
to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboard, hey.
Now a days as clear as you please,
get straped with protection or straped with disease.
Laughter, it's free, any time just, call me.
438-4836 'cuz your down with Sublime you get
funky fresh lyrics, you get nuff lurics.
Stolen from an african land,
I was chased out of the bar.
And Ice is my best friend tonite
so don't push me too far.
I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,
get hit, get hip, don't slip you knuckle heads.
Racism is scism on a serious tip.
You don't believe me I go and bust your lip. Hey.
I hear the moutain, it hard to climb.
Rougher the rythm, then it must be Sublime.
Listen Bud Gaugh yea he's right on time.
Come listen Eric Wilson drop the funky bassline.
Base........Mmmmm.........Come in Bud.
Lord have his grilled cheese.
This the kinda rythem make you wanna explode.
Not like doin' coke and shooting, not like taking a load.
Beacause I'm one stylee, stand rough and rugged.
I keep my body strong, clean and ....
People wanna come up and they want tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensi
Somthing sumthing sumthin.....
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Slow Ride
She takes her time when it's time to get ready.
Always has her way.
Always leaves me waiting by the phone.
She told me more than once to take it slow,
and I said OK.
But lately i've been sleeping all alone.
I'm not breaking up inside,
I'm much to proud to moan.
Baby please come home.
I feel a little lucky so I try to play it cool.
I think she laughs inside.
With the words that burn like fire in my mouth.
Try to be a man like i got the master plan, night out on the town.
Drink and dance and we can turn it out.
Whoa, Maybe it's how your body moves I just don't know,
Maybe it's just the way you move so slow.
(Phone Dialing)
[Hello?]
[Hi it's me]
[I thought I told you not to call me here]
[I know I just really needed to talk to you]
[Get a clue babe, there's nothing to talk about.]
(Click!)
Ask me why I play myself play myself for a fool.
Swear I would do most anything.
Walk a mile to see her smile.
Walk a mile just to rock for a while.
Babe I'm thinking with my ding-a-ling.
Whoa, I've been doing some thinking,
now I just don't know.
Maybe just the way you move so slow.
Maybe cuz you move so slow.
Maybe cuz you move so slow.
But sitting on the verge of tears does not become my 22 years.
You took my shame, and you took my pride,
and now you gonna take me for a slow ride.
but uh, uh. Waiting, waiting on the phone.
Got the words that burn like fire in my mouth.
Come on down reggae style,
wind up your body like a bass line wild,
drink and dance and we can turn it out.
Whooooaaaa, I'm not going crazy but I just dont know,
Maybe cuz you move so slow. (x3)
Like love,
move nice and low.
Slowride! (x3)
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Chick on my Tip
She wears a tight skirt but it won't rip or tear.
When I went out with her she had extensions in her hair.
She got style and she got the cat moves.
You're gonna keep the beat fun because she's coming after you.
I ain't high I won't lose
I might be lookin for attention but I'm just not gunna lose
It's Friday night and there's going to be another chick on my tip
But it won't be you baby.
Got one more trick up my sleeve
One more thing to say to you before I leave.
Yo girl you don't mean a thing to me
and if you thought you ever did you were high on things..
But I'm not lying gunna lose a Goddamn thing tonight
I said Friday night there's going to be another chick on my tip
But it won't be you baby.
Oh if you change your ways I would lay down any time with you... with you
But I fear one more slip and this will go right
But I'm not ready to say goodbye
Because first I got a couple of tails
I'm gunna kick it on down your butthole. High, low.
Run for attention but I just can't lose
Friday night theres going to be another chick on my tip
But it won't be me but, oh
Oh if you change your ways I would lay down anytime with her... with her
Got one my, my, my I know we had a couple of times.
But I'm ready to go
I'm gunna kick it on down your butthole. High, low.
I'm not high on booze
I'm on a run for attention but I just can't lose
Friday night theres going to be another slip on my dick but it won't be me
But oh, oh, if you'll change your ways
I would lay down anytime with her
With her....
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Had A Dat
Raging and swirling,
getting inside,
I feel Like I'm going to Break!
Bright sun sinking low,
I never feel afraid to let emotions show.
Well I did.
Now take a look at me,
I had a close brush before your destiny.
Before I end, and you'll be victims of
my stories, tales, lies, and exaggerations.
I'm gonna
When your living life like a show
you gotta
take a bow to the people you know
I said lie, for me
lying under a process tree
oh engrossing in my brain
feeling like I'm going a little insane.
a little close inside
feels like I'm going INSANE!
Red lights
are
sinking low
I grab another beer cuz it's time to go...
I feel my head burst, I head out to your car
And I pray to Jesus Christ, but you won't get too far
I say uh, headlights and uh second gear
I run the road of like and skip the things you fear
I said that you might, that you might find a better way
to justify the evil things that you say
Ah, help me please, ah help me please
because I'm going upon my knees
I said, I said
going down to my knees
I pray to the Lord up above!
Help me,
I'm falling down
feeling now the cold, cold, cold, hard ground
haunting faces, and moving lines
slumber party for tonight
Pound it hard, your gonna pound it again
but please just do not pump up my friend
cuz it seems alright, gonna push him around
but I can't be taken for no clown.
Because,
when I am on the ground I CRY!
wowowowowowo.. Dub Style!
oh, cool and eazy
oh no
cool and easy
to the sweet reggae music
oh no
feels alright to sweet reggae music
feels alright
sweet reggae music....
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Trenchtown Rock
One good thing about music,
when it hits you, you feel no pain.
One good thing about music,
when it hits you, you feel no pain.
So hit me with music.
Hit me with music, now, yeah.
Hit me with music.
Brutalize me with music.
Trenchtown rockers they don't watch that.
Trenchtown rockers give me your Jah.
Trehchtown rockers then watch your children cry.
Cuz' you've got to tell Jah why you're movin'
Kingston town, movin'
Kingston town.
One little thing I've found,
is that you can't fool Jah, I know.
Cuz there moving, yes I'm moving.
I said one good thing, one good thing,
when it hits you you feel no pain.
One good thing about music, when it hits you,
you feel no pain.
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Badfish
When you grab a hold of me Tell
me that I'll never be set free
I'm a parasite,
creep and crawl I step into the night.
Two pints of boose
Tell me are you a badfish too? Are you a badfish too?
Ain't got no money to spend
I know the night will never end
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef
Baby your a big blue whale
Grab the reef when all duck diving fails
I swim but wish I nevered learned
The water's too polluted with germs
I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead
Grab the reef underneath my bed
Ain't got no quarrels with god Ain't got no time to grow old
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef
Ain't got no quarrels with God Ain't got no time to grow old
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef
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Drunk Drivin'
Drunk driving is what I like to do.
I like drunk driving with you.
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Saw Red
(Gwen)
Every day I love him a little bit more,
a litle bit more, a little bit more.
Every day I love him just a little bit more,
and he loves me the same.
(Brad)
Every day I love her a little bit more,
a little bit more, a little bit more,
Every day I love her just a little bit more,
and she loves me the same.
(both)
Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.
It makes no sence at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.
One more secret lover that I shot dead.
(Brad)
Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,
feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.
(Gwen)
And every day I wonder if it's over,
when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.
(Brad)
You say it's black but I just can't believe you.
(Gwen)
And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to decieve you.
(Brad)
And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,
and I'll be waithing in the middle, but I just lack control.
(both)
Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.
It makes no sence at all, I saw red. I saw red.
One more secret lover that I shot dead.
(Brad)
Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when the
men use you.
(Gwen)
Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel alright,
It's your own life.
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Garbage Grove
[here they come now, you see that?
yep both of the crews
they look they gonna fight]
We took this trip to garden grove
It smelt like Lou in the van, oh yah
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 duece-duece in the trunk of my car oh yah
If you only knew that all the love that I found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground.
Your a fool, don't fuck around with my God
All I can see I steal
My folks don't understand
But my mind music from Jamaica
All the love that I found,
pull over there's a reason why my soul is 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 the freeway
Feeling depressed every day
Leaving without making a sound
Pickin up my dog at the pound
Livin in a tweeker pad
Getting yelled at by my dad
Acting happy when I'm not
Finding roaches in the pot
All these things I do,
They're waiting for you.
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April 29th 1992
[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 the 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 the window drop
Finally we got our own P.A.
Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today?
(Cuz' as long as I'm alive, I'ma live ill B)
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
But 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 became 187 on a mother fuckin' cop
It's ain't in the paper, it's on the wall
National guard
Smoke from all around
[Any unit, any unit...]
(Homicide, never doing no time)
Give me my share, my share.
Gimme my share, I want it.
Gimme my share, I need it now, I need it now.
My share.
A wicked one who dosent wanna see me go.
Just gimme my share, I want it. Gimme my share.
But you don't want to give it to me,
you don't wanna see me go.
Gimme my share, I want it, Gimme my share.
But there is a wicked one.
[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]
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Superstar Punani
So tell me if you really wanna be a superstar
But fiesta on the mike and will surely take you far
You made that drop on the 24 tracks
We mix it all down then we put on wax
Beginning is hyped when you playin in the bars
A bottomless pit where you make loose and far
Take away your privacy and take your guitar
Then take your woman and impound your car
My beginning of wisdom I won't take you too far
First you gotta sell your soul to be a superstar
Baby if you got it forget about that
Your money don't concern you that's a natural fact
Shut up your mouth before you get knocked down
We're gonna listen to your voice upon the speaker box
First you get a manager but what does he do
I'll be the first to tell you baby that I don't have a clue
We're gunna make a phony image for the MTV
Hear it on the radio say damn that's me
Whenever I get over on a 3 peice hog
Jesus and her mom are gonna break your arm
Put your ass in the john to be a superstar
I realize sometimes I feel old design
Oh your reknown position and you just can't hide
Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff
All over the world you gotta take that trip
And then you never thought you'd see the day you'd act like this
Your rep is getting bigger than a B-52
And then it goes around the world before it gets back to you
Hey our love has started can you believe
Before your eyes this shit just come back to me
Oh my God I take a rest on the side
So long so long so long so long I'll see ya
Oh my God if I'd a let my own
I'd take it turn around and place it home
I realize sometimes I feel old design
Oh your reknown position and you just can't hide
Woah it's the position
I just can't hide
Bo
Whatcha want whatcha need
Give it a bunch of mine and you just can't miss
Your love feels like this
Some people love get your shit like this
Well if you love wad up your love punani punani
Woah if you love me punani punani
Oh my God
Free yeah free oh oh oh hey
Want the dogs? Let em go. Let em
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Legal Dub
Legalize it, don't criticize it.
Legalize it, and I will advertize it.
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What's Really Goin' Wrong
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Doin' Time (eerie splendor remix)
You know whats taking place?
Check this out
This is Sublime
I'm Mad Lion for the borderline
This is Sublime
I'm Mad Lion for the borderline hey
Summertime and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MG
All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to
represent
the LBC
Me and Louie we're gunna run to the party and dance till the rhythm it
gets
harder
Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye
Me and my girl we got this relationship
I love her so bad but she treats me like shhh
All locked down like a penitentiary
She spreads her lovin all over and when she gets home there's none left
for me
Summertime and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MG
All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to
represent
the LBC
Me and Louie we're gunna run to the party and dance till the rhythm it
gets
harder
When the music hits you shall feel no pain
Take a spliff of sensemillia make it run through your brain
Me and Sublime we sound 1 - the same
Two lions into the jungle that they just can't tame
So bring all your people
And bring it
You better take your lovin and fling it
You better bring your lovin home
Come and love your maximo
24/7 say me can't sink so low
Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye
So take this veil from off my eyes
My burning sun will some day rise
And what am I gunna be doin for a wife
I said I'm gunna play with myself
Show them now we've come off the shelf
Summertime and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MG
All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to
represent
the LBC
Me and Louie we're gunna run to the party and dance till the rhythm it
gets
harder
Evil
Evil
Tension
Tension
Hold her
Water
Evil come to tell you that she's evil most definitely
Evil, ornry scandalous and evil most definitely
The tension is growing hotter I'd like to hold her head underwater
Summertime and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MG
All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to
represent
the LBC
Me and Louie everybody run to the party and dance till the rhythm it gets
harder
This is Sublime
Hey
This is Sublime
I'm a lion
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Thanks Dub
(instrumental)
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sinsemilla lyrics
Intro/Fighting Blindly
Intro:
This is about the drunkest I've ever been. Can't get
nothing to work. But, I think I am going to play one of my favorite
songs. Well, I'm gonna wait for the duct tape, but it goes like this.
Fighting blindly:
Hey hey hey hey. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.
Why must we fight against each other?
Why must we lie around vain?
Do we truly need our brothers?
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Romeo
I have a secret place inside my mind,
where I keep hidden inspiration you will find.
And when my petty anger goes to my head,
you'll find I'm better off dead.
Oh, and I don't hold the key,
to find out what is killing me, its,
been so long but somehow i just still care,
I am a Romeo, am a Romeo, with no place to go
Sometimes I think you hate me, hang up the phone,
but take a closer look, this hate I feel is my own.
So many times I've loved you, more than myself,
it's time to take that love and put it on the shelf.
Oh, and when I hold you tight,
it makes me want to scream and fight.
Love turned to hate,
some how it's just, how it's just,
how it's just to late.
I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go
Rock the reggae music, cuz it sounds so fine, right!
When I hold you tight, in my arms you are mine,
but in the morning when I wake up and I still feel the same,
I know something goin on and I know who's to blame.
Everytime I tell you I'm the real Romeo,
it fills my soul and heart with anger, pain, and sorrow.
Cuz' somthings going on and I think you should know,
so listen to my rhyme, cuz this is how it goes:
In a tight mini short in a short mini skirt,
it feels so wrong and it feels so right.
the more I think about it your a pain in the ass,
I told you many times, this time it's gonna last.
Want the kind of woman who can make me feel right,
not sloppy drunk sex on a Saturday night. cuz,
I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go
Pull up your honey if you gotta one see,
because your down with the style, cuz your down with me. oh,
rig the selector when your on the mixer,
along with Peter Mitchell upon the echo chamber. Two, one,
no they must see but no, they can't test me.
Two, three of them come and say you cant test me.
Because me rock the reggae music in a different stylee.
Me rock the kinda reggae music right on time, because your down with the
band that they call Sublime, right?
Don't take it too slow, don't take me wrong,
me know which way to go, me, me, me, me alright,
me rock the reggae music day and all night.
Makes you wanna explode,
makes me wanna explode,
makes me wanna explode,
makes you wanna explode,
sometimes it makes you wanna explode.
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Ebin
Out my window cool and bright
Fade so slowly into night
Funny how things look the same
Now that my friend Ebin's changed
Ebin was a cooly that I used to know
Now he's down with the PLO
He's cold kickin it live with the KKK
No xxx, No JFA
Cooly was sportin' black denium shoes
Dealing he was looking for something to use
With a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boose
Well, it could be me or it could be you
Oh feels like my whole life is rearragned
Oh Ebin you changed
Ebin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...
Oh how you changed
Oh you changed,
Oh how you changed
I give you a hard time, didn't want to stay
Got outta jail just the very next day
It's plain to see my friend Ebin is a Nazi
He was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah
Hooked on crack just the other day
Now he's down with the CIA
We got covert operation in Vietnam
Making hits and assaination he's long gone
He went down to protect his country
Eat Mexican food and makes lots o' money
Come back a God and drive a big white car
And take himself a plane down to Nicaragua
Well it feels like I'm the only one to blame
Oh Ebin you changed
Ebin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you
Oh you changed,
Oh you changed,
Oh how you changed
I give you a hard time, didn't want to stay
Got outta jail just the very next day
It's plain to see my friend Ebin is a Nazi
He was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah
Out my window cool and bright
Day so slowly into night
Funny how things look the same
Now that my friend Ebin's changed
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New Realization
The time has come, to reach a new realization 'tween me and you,
time to clear the rumors, sensations, and things that just are untrue.
Well I thought I heard you behind me,
with a knife stright for my back.
It's quite clear that I'm back in the swing of living,
although I might not be on the right track.
Oh, thought I might drown but its hard to be givin'.
Downtown's wheres you'll find me, do some and got a hand.
Although I never listen girl, I damn well understand.
And you think, I'm so damn feeble.
I can't see through your lies, you'r just a crock of shit,
with a pretty smile, and I refuse to compromise.
Oh, don't give me such a heavy, heavy, heavy load
You may hold some vision of truth, if truth can found in a lie.
Maybe some grain of inspiration, for song thats deep inside.
Oh, tears running down your face,
just screaming lick me in the eye.
Well I'm licking straight at your twisted face,
and it's enough to make me cry.
Oh, I payed the price of loving you,
in more ways than one.
Wrapped around your finger but I think my time has come,
but I never can be too sure cuz I like to have a little fun.
Oh, what fun it would be to blow my mind and fall into the sun.
A mind is a precious thing to taste.
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Don't Push
Stolen from an african land
Chased out with a knife
With a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bike
Oh well the bars are always open and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night
And it goes...
If i was Bob Marley I said could you be loved
If I was half pint I'd ball the lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all night
IF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumb
If rythmes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb
If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,
I'd point that shit straight up at the sky
and shoot heaven on down to you
Oh well the bars are always open, and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night
I want a lover, I can't find the time
I want a reason, I can't find the rythmec
I want to start some static, but I can't afford,
to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboard
Now a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with
disease.
Laughter, it's free any time just call me
439-0116 when your down with Sublime you get
funky fresh lyrics, you get nothin
Stolen from an african land
Got chased out of the bar
I saw (Ice is) my best friend tonite so don't push me too far
I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,
get hit get hip you knuckle heads
Racism is scism on a serious tip
You don't believe me I go and bust your lip.
I hear the moutain, it hard to climb
Rougher the rythm, then it must be sublime
Listen yellow lover you got it right on time
We got cricket with the quickness and the bassline
Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, hey
tell them regaee music is on the loose
Here i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashion
Good good vibes that keep on playin, playin
People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensi
You're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it
Teakin' every weekend we just can't take it
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Ball and Chain
People listen up don't stand to near
I got something that you all should hear.
All lies, all the lies she told to me
make a litte part of history.
I was always taught that boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way.
Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok.
I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time
to listen to conflicting points of view.
It's a crazy world to live alone,
a ball and chain I call my own
People listen up don't stand to close
I got something that you all should know
Holy Matrimony is not for me.
Rather die alone in misery.
I was always taught that boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way.
Isn't that what they used to say?
With a girl that you knew,
and the bonds that we grew.
Turned into a ball and chain.
I step into the great unknown,
a ball and chain I call my own.
Crazy world to live alone
With a girl that you knew,
and the bonds that we grew,
turned into a ball and chain.
I step into the great unknown,
with a ball and chain I call my own.
Because marriage doesn't work in the world today
It's an instiution that is in decay.
And if I have love I wish to portray,
I will surely find another way.
Because I was always taught boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later the sweet babys on the way,
Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok.
I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time
to listen to conflicting points of view
I step into the great unknown,
with a ball and chain I call my own
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Slowride
She takes her time when it's time to get ready.
Always has her way.
Always leaves me waiting by the phone.
She told me more than once to take it slow,
and I said OK.
But lately i've been sleeping all alone.
I'm not breaking up inside,
I'm much to proud to moan.
Baby please come home.
I feel a little lucky so I try to play it cool.
I think she laughs inside.
With the words that burn like fire in my mouth.
Try to be a man like i got the master plan, night out on the town.
Drink and dance and we can turn it out.
Whoa, Maybe it's how your body moves I just don't know,
Maybe it's just the way you move so slow.
(Phone Dialing)
[Hello?]
[Hi it's me]
[I thought I told you not to call me here]
[I know I just really needed to talk to you]
[Get a clue babe, there's nothing to talk about.]
(Click!)
Ask me why I play myself play myself for a fool.
Swear I would do most anything.
Walk a mile to see her smile.
Walk a mile just to rock for a while.
Babe I'm thinking with my ding-a-ling.
Whoa, I've been doing some thinking,
now I just don't know.
Maybe just the way you move so slow.
Maybe cuz you move so slow.
Maybe cuz you move so slow.
But sitting on the verge of tears does not become my 22 years.
You took my shame, and you took my pride,
and now you gonna take me for a slow ride.
but uh, uh. Waiting, waiting on the phone.
Got the words that burn like fire in my mouth.
Come on down reggae style,
wind up your body like a bass line wild,
drink and dance and we can turn it out.
Whooooaaaa, I'm not going crazy but I just dont know,
Maybe cuz you move so slow. (x3)
Like love,
move nice and low.
Slowride! (x3)
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Had A Dat
Raging and Swirling,
getting inside,
I feel Like I'm going to Break!
Bright sun sinking low,
I never feel afraid to let emotions show.
Well I did.
Now take a look at me,
I had a close brush before your destiny.
Before I end, and you'll be victims of
my stories, tales, lies, and exaggerations.
I'm gonna
When your living life like a show
you gotta
take a bow to the people you know
I said lie, for me
lying under a process tree
oh engrossing in my brain
feeling like I'm going a little insane.
a little close inside
feels like I'm going Insane!
Red Lights
are
sinking low
I grab another beer cuz it's time to go...
I feel my head burst, I head out to your car
And I pray to Jesus Christ, but you won't get too far
I say uh, headlights and uh second gear
I run the road of like and skip the things you fear
I said that you might, that you might find a better way
to justify- the evil things that you say
Ah, help me please, ah help me please
because I'm going up on my knees
I said, I said
going down to my knees
I pray to the Lord up above!
Help me,
I'm falling down
feeling now the cold, cold, cold, hard ground
haunting faces, and moving lines
slumber party for tonight
Pound it hard, your gonna pound it again
but please just do not pump up my friend
cuz it seems alright, gonna push him around
but I can't be taken for no clown.
Because,
when I am on the ground I Cry!
wowowowowowo.. Don't Stop
oh, cool and eazy
oh no
cool and easy
to the sweet reggae music
oh no
feels alright to sweet reggae music
feels alright
sweet reggae music....
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Perfect World
Perfect world
Oobooboo, take a look at you, hanging on third and Daisy.
Wohbobo, policemen after you, smokin' crack cocaine makes you crazy.
You think everythings perfect in your world today,
you thing everythings just outrigigigey.
Take off your glass pipe, take off your sunglasses,
and tell me what you can see.
And I see life, corruption, look this way,
cooley on the corner, but she's not okay.
He's got lies, he's got rats in the street,
ya got no shoes, no shoes on the baby's feet.
Woahohoho, its a perfect world, yeah, yeah nanana its a perfect world.
Oh ahh, it's a perfect world, it's a perfect world, heaw.
Woahbobo, take a look at you, on your way to Kenny's.
Bobobo, wont you stop that crap, smoking that prob makes you crazy.
But everythings crazy in the world today,
so you might as well smoke it anyway.
I said you might as well, if it, will it, you will like that,
which you can not tell.
What is up?
What's down?
What is up?
What's down?
What's up?
What's down?
I don't know it's going around.
Head is spining, and it feel alright,
but the kids, the kids, the kids are alright.
Woahohoho, its a perfect world, yeah, woahohnono its a perfect world.
Gotta keep living in a perfect world.
Gotta keep pushing in a perfect world.
Gotta keep pushing in a perfect world.
Gotta keep pushing in a perfect world.
You want us to end it right there?
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Trenchtown
One good thing about music,
when it hits you, you feel no pain.
One good thing about music,
when it hits you, you feel no pain.
So hit me with music.
Hit me with music, now, yeah.
Hit me with music.
Brutalize me with music.
Trenchtown rockers they don't watch that.
Trenchtown rockers ....
Kingston town, movin'
Kingston town.
One little thing I've found,
is that you can't fool Jah, I know.
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What I Got (demo)
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 me
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Garbage Grove (demo)
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