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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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| 3:41 |
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It's 8:05. This is Phyllis 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 tomorrow, 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 .... (kick ass cuttin' & scratching) So let the lovin take a hold over me, Let the lovin take a hold over me. (Long Beach Posse) 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. But some jealous punk, snuck up around the back, tried to take the lovin' over me. Oh, I got into a fist fight and wound up in jail all night. (more monster scratching) |
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| 4:31 |
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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 you're 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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| 2:22 |
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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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| 3:55 |
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Stolen from an Africa 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 the music goes all night and it goes.. If I was Bob Marley I said could you be loved? and 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 stoopid dumb and if rhymes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb If I had a shotgun, you know what I'd do? I'd point that shit straight 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 work goes unspoken the music goes all night, and it goes I want a lover but I can't find the time I want a reason but can't find a rhyme I want to start some static but I can't afford to get slammed to the ground like I fell off my skateboard hey Now a days is clear as you please strap with protection or struck with disease...disease laughter, it's free anytime just call me 439-0116 When your down with Sublime you get funky fresh lyrics. Stolen from an Africa land, I'll chase that other bar, I saw my best friend tonight, so, don't push me too far I'm 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 belive me then I go on bust your lip Higher the mountain, it hard to climb rougher the rhythm man, it must be Sublime listen yellow lover yet it right on time we got cricket with the quickness and the bass line... |
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| 4:23 |
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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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| 3:16 |
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She wears a tight skirt but it won't rip or tear.
When I went out with her she got extensions in her hair. She got style and she got the cat moves. You're gonna keep the beat Bud 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.. I said high no but I'm not lying gunna lose a Goddamn thing tonight I saidb 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 Oh 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. High on Booze 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 Oh 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, High on booze I'm gonna run for attention but I just can't lose Friday night theres going to be another chick 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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| 3:32 |
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Raging, swirling, getting inside
I feel like I'm going to break Bright sun, sinking low I never feel afraid to let emotions show I did, now take a look at me I had a close brush before your destiny People are gunna be victims of my stories, tales, lies and exaggerations When you're living life like you should You gotta take a bow to the people you know, I said lie for me now in my brain Feeling like I'm going a little Close inside Feels like I'm going insane Red lights are sinking low I grab another beer because it's time to go I feel my head burst I go out to the car And I pray to Jesus Christ but you won't get too far Run the road of life to escape 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 Help me please because I'm falling upon my knees I said falling down, to my knees Pray to the Lord up above Help me, I'm falling down Feeling now the cold, cold, cold hard ground Haunting faces, moving lights I'm the party boy tonight Pound it hard, you're gunna pound it again But please just do not bump up my friend Cause it feels alright gunna push him around But I can't be taken for no clown Because when I am on the ground I cry oooooohhhh Don't stop Cool and easy So cool and easy To the sweet reggae music So nice Sweet reggae music feels so right |
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| 1:42 |
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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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| 3:07 |
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how's it goin dude?
Hey man what's up? tell Todd he can turn the radio back on When you grab ahold of me, you tell me that I'll never be set free. but I'm a parasite, creep and crawl I step into the night. Two pints of booze. Tell me are you a badfish too? (are you a badfish too?) Ain't got no money to spend. I hope the night would never end. Lord knows I'm weak. Won't somebody get get me off this reef? Baby you're a big blue whale grab the reef when all duck divin' fails I swim, but I wish I never learned, the water's too polluted with germs. I dive deep when it's ten feet over head. grab the reef underneath my bed. (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 this reef? I gotta go dude |
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| 0:18 |
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Drunk driving is what I like to do.
I like drunk driving with you. |
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| 12. |
| 1:59 |
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Girls don't go crazy
Woman, hold your man tight Every day I love him just a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more Everyday I love him just a little bit more and he loves me the same Every day I love her just a little bit more, a little bit more, little bit more Everyday I love her just a little bit more and she loves me the same Baby if you wanna get on Oh baby if you wanna get off It makes no sense at all I saw red I saw red, I saw red, one more sacred lover that I shot dead Everyday I wake up just a little bit more feelin' like a dog out on the yard because that's just how we are Everyday I wonder if it's over when I wake up realizin' that we hate and brake down the war You say it's black, but I can't believe you And if you say it's white, you say I'm tryin to deceive you and I'm aware of the high and the low, and I'd be waiting for you in the middle but I just lack control Baby if you wanna get low Oh baby if you wanna get high It makes no sense at all I saw red I saw red, I saw red, one more sacred lover that I shot dead Girls, don't go crazy, Girls, don't go crazy, Oh girls, don't go crazy when the men use you, oh Oh, woman hold your man tight if it makes you feel right, it's your own life |
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| 2:13 |
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[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-dog inside the van. oh yea, This ain't no funky reggae party, $5 at the door. It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme? I've got the microwave, got the vcr. I got the duece duece in the trunk of my car. oh yea, If you only knew 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 dog. All that I can see I steal. I fill up my garage. cuz 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 the freeway Feeling depressed every day Leaving without making a sound Pickin up my dog up at the pound Livin in a tweeker pad Gettin yelled at by my Dad Saying I'm happy when I'm not Finding roaches in the pot oh, all these things I do.. They're waiting for you |
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| 3:48 |
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I don't know if you can,
but can you get an owner 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 shouldat 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 paticipatin' 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? Hey! (call fire, respond mobil station. alamidos in Anahiem, its uhh flamin up good. 10-4 Alamidos in Anaheim) 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 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 thier 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 bout this fucked up situation and these fucked up police. It's about coming up and staying on top and screamin' 187 on a mother fuckin' cop. It's not written on the paper it's on the wall. National guard??! Smoke from all around, bo! bo! bo! (units, units be advised there is an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 temple, 938 temple... 30 subjects with bags.. tryin to get inside the cb's house) (as long as I'm alive, I'mma live illegal) Let it burn, wanna let it burn, wanna let it burn, wanna wanna let it burn (I'm feelin' Sad and Blue) Riots on the streets of Miami, oh, Riots on the streets of Chicago, oh, on the streets of Long Beach, mmm, and San Francisco (Boise Idaho), Riots on the streets of Kansas City (Salt Lake, Hunnington Beach, CA), Tuscalusa Alabama (Arcada Compton Mischigan), Cleveland Ohio, Fountain Valley (Texas, Barstow - Let's do this every year), Paramount, Victorville (Twice a Year), Eugene OR, Eureka CA (Let it burn, let it burn), Hesperia (Oh, ya let it burn, wont'cha wont'cha let it burn), Santa Barbara, Nevada, (let it burn) Phoenix Arizona, San Diego, Lakeland Florida, (let it burn) fuckin... 29 Palms (wontcha let it burn) any units assist 334 willow, structure fire, and numerous subjects looting 10-15 to get rid of this looter.. 10-4 |
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| 3:18 |
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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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Legalize it, don't criticize it.
Legalize it, and I will advertize it. |
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hahahah, (here it goes)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonights presentation, its brought to you by us, and its non-fiction Everybody saw the last movie we made, and this one called 'What's really goin wrong' What is really, what is really goin' wrong well what is really, what is really goin' wrong Sublime in the place livin' up chickens creation in 1996 to make you buy this cinematation, this is what they, agree to show to you it's not really the truth but you'll believe it through and through What is really, What is really goin' wrong What is really, What is really goin' wrong (space aliens sounds) What is really, What is really Goin' wrong What is really goin' wrong (speed it up) What is really, what is really goin' wrong what is really, (what is really), What is really, what is really goin' wrong (guitar solo) What is really goin' wrong What is really, what is really goin' wrong |
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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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Alright, before we get it started: when we did that "Smoke Two Joints", that was jacked from the Toyes and that song "Rivers of Babylon" was written by Brent Dowe and Trevor McNaughton.
Alright now, crucial thanks out to the Happoldt, Nowell, and Wilson families for their patience and support. We love y'all! To all the players who made this possible: thank you very much! (Yeah, the check's in the mail.) To Kelly Vargas for steppin' in there and makin' it happen. The LBP, the world famous Juice Bros, the Field-Marshall Goodman and the man called Floyd-I. Thanks out to Bad Religion, the Descendents. George Hurley, and Mike Watt to all those flops but only when they ain't hangin' out; to Toby dog-(whistles)-to Louie dog, to Matt dog. James Brown, the BSM, to Miles Davis. the Canda all night rocker. to South Side part and Cathrene --- whazzup dude?! and, alright, now best wishes out to Eno and Shelly, and their baby on the way. Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to Beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man. How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs, and Bob Forrest, to all those punker sluts, to Eek-a-Mouse, Tom for lettin' us practice and crashin', chilling, and partying all night, Peni, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1, the Last Puriah's, and Naomis' Hair. How about the Butthole Surfers, and Frank Zappa? ANB, Big Drill Car, Bert Suzanka and all the Ziggens' around the world, to Jack the Third, to Julia Parker. Hey Jeff Duquesne, where's my mic stands? Martini with his 40oz in hand. To Jay Dodds, and his son Christian. I gotta say thank you to Skum, Hard as Smoke and Cheap as Wood, to Scumette and the Vandals. How about H.R. for 'nuff inspiration, 'nuff respect? Hey, Mick Fleet, Joanne, and Caroline. Hey, I gotta say whazzup to fuckin' Snow, and Bam-Bam and all the East Side Stoners. St. Tucko, Sean Stern, the Ken G. Easley project, Steve Zapeda, and Richard Gecko, and everyone down at Bogart's. Thanks a million. I gotta say whazzup and thank you to Dave Shea, and Greg A. Without them ,this wouldn't be possible. (Oh yeah, your mom called and said you guys should take a nap!) To Sacramento, BMD, and Danny Lovitz out in Arcada. I gotta say thank you to Diet Fade, Imagine Yellow Suns, every one out at Band is Dead, Kevin Swinson, Freesia, Cold Duke Train, and Wister, and ah, how could I not thank Mark Mandoo, and the One Live Crew, and all the Lakewood posse? Mr. Capoo, and the Antioch posse, especally the Johnson family --- whazzup, Ms. J.? I gotta say whazzup to Dirty Al, Jennifer Henry, and Kelly too out in San Fransico, Lisa Johnson in Austin, Tonto, Jimmy Carl Black, Mercado Caribe in Austin. Thanks a lot, Lee, for gettin' us in out of the heat! Jimmy's in New Orleans, the Hard Back in Gainsville, Florida. Mark Goodnight for his psycho pad --- alright, we stayed at this guy's house, and, when they had that murders back in, like, '89, a guy and a girl got hacked up in his pad and we stayed there but, ya know, it was great! ---, to Jack Tripper (even though he don't know a goddamn thing about Orlando!), to Ingrid in Arcada, Rusty, Bermuda Pete, and Sara, Shannon Boyle, to the Space Fish (sorry guys maybe next time), NKOTB in Costa Mesa, the O.K. hotel in Seattle. to Joel for gettin' us that shit at waves. (We needed that, man. Thanks, bro!) To Ninjaman, Tam, D'arby Crash, D. Boon, Alex Nika (come visit goddamn it!) Grin, Craig Casky, Dave Kornblum, Beth Larson, to everyone at the Church of Rock and Roll. We gotta say whazzup to Cory, and her best friend Georgie, the Meat Puppets, Tar Babies, Kate and Frank out at Zed's, Scott down at Ten Ton, every one down there at Deja, thanks, CMJ enterprises, Molly Cantrell, Courtney Beat-mon, the Mecca Park and Recreations Department --- fuck Twentynine Palms! ---; hey Lisa G., what up, punk? To Kenny for Scarlet Inspirations, to Bus Face, to Soup Line, and the Mentors. We gotta say thank you to the entire hip-hop community, especially the man they call Just ICE, Kris Parker, more commonly known as KRS-One for 'nuff inspiration, D-Nice, Queen Latifah, Shelly Dundre, the motherfucking trigger-happy Geto Boys and Public Enemy Number 1, NWA and the man they call Ice Cube and the goddamn Lench Mob. Don't let me forget Cypress Hill and the whole Southgate Posse - You guys are in the house. Scott Cunningham, motherfucking Peace, Gina G., that long-haired soundman dude, Prince Jammy and the Scientist Squad!!! Ini Kamoze, Tenor Saw, Super Cat, Major Mackerel, Daddy Tiger, Major Worries, Half-Pint, U-Roy, Daddy Lizard, and everyone on the Redman Superpowered One, Sean Head and Shaba, the Beastie Boys, Maggie and Jules and the Arlington Crew, Ranco Tires on Anaheim and Orange --- "Always the Lowest Prices!"---, and YOU! Peace and Unity, and we're out for now. I'll see ya! |
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