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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 |
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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 Lovin' It's what I got I said remember that Lovin' It's what I got I said remember that I don't cry when my dog runs away I don't get angry at the bill I have to pay I don't angry when my mom smokes pot Hits the bottle and goes right to the rock Fuck it fight it it's all the same To hang with Louie Dog is the only way to say sane Let the Lovin' let the Lovin' come back to me Lovin' It's what I got I said remember that Lovin' It's what I got I said remember that Lovin' It's what I got I said remember that Lovin' It's what I got I said remember that |
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| 2:16 |
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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 wanted |
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| 2:37 |
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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 end |
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| 3:53 |
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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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| 3:03 |
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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 wait |
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| 2:10 |
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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 I know her parents love her I hope her parents love her so |
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| 8. |
| 4:53 |
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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 youth, Cause we're strong. Them are rude rude people. Now when I was a youth in 1983 it was the best day of my life. Had the '89 vision, we didnt fuss and no fight, when all the little daughters wanna be my... like a vision, it was playin on my guitar, on my guitar, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there When the rhythm, playin, I know that I'm gonna be there, ya, oh Bud Gaugh will be singin there, and Eric Wilson will be bangin up there, yea, oh, and we'll be all singin' with vesion, oh what has been told to the wise, and uprooted, yea, its gonna be revealed unto, and sublime rudy, rudy, rudy, Can't fight against the youth, right now, Them are rude rude people. Can't fight against the resistance, oh right now, Them are rude, rude people. We gonna rule this planet, among children. We gonna rule this planet Cuz, when that rhythm, It was playin on my guitar, on my guitar, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there, oh, when I was a youth it was the best day, it was the best day of my life. Had the '89 vision, we didnt fuss and no fight, when all the little daughters wanna be my... when that rhythm, It was playin on my guitar, on my guitar, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there Jailhouse gets empty, Rudy gets plenty, Baton stick gets shorter, Rudy gets taller, taller. Can't fight against the youth, Cause we're strong. Them are rude, rude people. Can't fight against the youth. |
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Down there at the pawn shop,
It's a nifty place to shop What has been told about made of stone just remember that it's flesh and bone... |
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| 1:15 |
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I never thought that when I grew up I would be in a band,
and travel all the best spots in the land, and I'm not here to brag or boast, I'm here to tell you about the spots that 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 like a machine. outside stockton gets hot like a gloves swift st. john st. into mitchell's cove. big steamer ln. makes you wish you were a trout, when it's mackin' so hard only two dudes paddle out... a huge summertime south swell hits when i'm in my hometown, in a surfside bowl, is where i can be found or up and down the coast, checkin' out the spots that i love the most |
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| 2:12 |
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Johnny Butt was a man with a real strong
will to survive, he just keep pushin on even though he was barely alive, so, shoot it up, shoot it up, it just dont matter. johnny says he wants to go do it says he wants to kill a cop. we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got to overcome, we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got to overcome so johhny, just keep pushin, cuz the, the streets are yours. there'll come a day when all that, shit wont matter, so, shoot it up, shoot it up, it just don't matter, when you're resisting any way. we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got to overcome, we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got to overcome so johhny, he kept on pushin, the streets are yours. and there'll come a day when all, that shit wont matter, so, shoot it up, shoot it up, it just don't matter, resisting any way. we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got to overcome, we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got to overcome |
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| 3:55 |
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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 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 hose the dog shit down, cause I aint even gonna get out of bed, I aint gettin, I aint gettin out of bed today, I aint gettin, I aint gettin out of bed today, Keep on skankin' ronnie, skank the night away, But the time is coming, 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 bar, and I aint even got to listen to all the stupid shit you got to say. I don't wanna do a god damn thing. I don't want to, want to leave my bed today I don't wanna eat burritos, or read about OJ. No I dont want to get a head rush cause I aint gettin out of bed today I aint got to leave my bed Keep on skankin' ronnie, skank the night away, But the time is coming, for us all to pay |
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| 3:26 |
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Bein' your guy is a mon-ster hab-it.
You can hide your love, it's true. It's the fe-tal game, you can see it ev-'ry day. Let your free-dom hang free. Come on down, I know how I'm gon-na make you come through. Don't you know it aint no thing you de-plore, so don't take more than you need. It's some-thing that I'll do later, now it's over now. *It's under my voo-doo Under my voo-doo It's under my voo-doo Pray that I'll leave you high and dry. Pray you can mag-ni-fy. If you're fated blood is in my prayers, I damn well feel it, are a lie. I'm tell-in' the truth. It ain't no deal if you wan-na give in like I, one thing though. Gon-na get it for my, get it for my, get mine 'fore it's gone. And I'm gone, it's gone, got-ta get ya, got, got, got..... * Repeat Fr-ee Lord, God, voo-doo. Lo-rd hey, a voo-doo. Lord, hey voo-doo. What you wan-na, wan-na, wan-na, wan-na do? Lord wan-na wan-na wan-na. Got love I wan-na get some piece of voo-doo, ba, de, from me, in you, ba, da, you-ou, ah, oo, ah, oo, ah, ee, ee, ah, ah, oo, ah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ooh. RIGHT.....NOW |
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| 4:51 |
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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 fools |
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Mucho gusto me llamo Bradley,
(glad to meet you my name is Bradley) Im 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, and, if you wanna get beat physically it will be over in a minute if ya so she told me to come over and i took that trip and then then she pulled out my mushroom tip and when it came out, it went drip drip drip i didnt know she had the g.i. joe, kung foo grip and it went - uhh and the girl caress me down- uhh and thats that lovin sound- it went uhh and the girl caress me down- uhh and thats that lovin sound when i kiss mixie she makes me feel horny, cause im the type of lover with the sensitivity, when she kiss my neck and tickle me frenzy, the right kind of lover on Sunday morning. En el otro lado es donde vivi, (On the other side is where I lived (in the U.S.)) con mi hijita, que se llama mixie, (with my little daughter, who's name is Mixie) y su hermana, si me quiere, (and her sister, she really likes me) y ya horita, tenemos un bebe, (and in a moment, we'll have a baby) Sus padres sus tios me trataron matar (Your parents, your uncles tried to kill me) but they did not get too far un poco despues tuve que regresar (a little while later I had to come back) con un chingo de dinero (with a shit load of money) cause you know im a star me fui a costa rica (I went to Costa Rica) para tomar y sufear (to drink and surf) placticaba con la rasa (talking with the homies) cause they know who we are Si no so dio cuenta (If you didnt take notice) then i bet you never were you must be a muneca (you must be a sissy doll) if your still standing still and it went - uhh and the girl caress me down- uhh and thats that lovin sound- it went uhh and the girl caress me down- uhh and thats that lovin sound Me gusta mi reggae, (I like my reggae) Me gusta punk rock, (I like punk rock) Pero la cosa que me gusta mas es panochita, (but the thing I like most is pussy) Ponga la nalga en la aire if you know who you are, (put your ass in the air if you know who you are) Ponga la nalga en la aire y empieza gritar, (put your ass in the air and start to yell) No tenga miedo, Im your papi, (Don't be scared, Im your dad..) take your chones, y les mandan a mi, (take your panties and send them to me) levanta, levanta, tienes que gritar, (get up, get up, you have to yell) levanta, levanta, tienes que bailar. (get up, get up, you have to dance) and it went - uhh and the girl caress me down- uhh and thats that lovin sound- it went uhh and the girl caress me down- uhh and thats that lovin sound |
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Early in the mornin',
risin' to the street, Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet. Got to find a reason, reason things went wrong. Got to find the 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 run over or you might get shot. Never had to battle with no bulletproof (vest). Never start no static I just get it off my (chest). Take a small example, a tip from me.. take all of your money and give it up to charity. Lovin's what I got, Within my reach (and the sublime style is still straight from Long Beach) It comes back to you, your gonna 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 feel it when the dance gets hot. Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that. Lovin', is what I got, and remember that. Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that. Lovin', is what I got, I got, I got 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 that bottle and goes right to the rock. Fuckin and fighting, it's all the same. To live with Louie dog's the only way to stay sane. Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me |
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*summertime and the livin's easy,
and bradley's on the microphone w/ ras m.g. all the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to represent the lbc, me and louie, run to the party dance to the riddim it gets harder. me and my girl, we got this relationship. i love her so bad but she treats me like... on lock down like a penetentury. she spreads her lovin' all over and when she get home there's none left for me *Repeat oh take this veil from off my eyes, my burning sun will some day rise so what am i gonna be doin' for a while say i'm gonna play with myself, show them how we come off the shelf, so what *Repeat evil, i've come to tell you that she's evil, most definately, evil, ornery scandalous and evil, most definately. the tension, is getting hotter, i'd like to hold her, head underwater, oh me and my girl, we got a relationship, me and my girl, we got a relationship, my girl, we got a relationship, oh and my girl take a tip, take a tip, take a tip from me. bradley's on the microphone w/ ras m.g. all the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to represent the lbc, me, la la louie, everybody, run to the riddim it gets harder |
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