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Annie's twelve years old, The more she'll be a whore. Nobody ever told her It's the wrong way. Don't be afraid, But you're family get laid (gibberish)...get paid... Baby it's the wrong way. Don't be afraid It's a hard to live I'm gonna mak it hard to live. You're two brown eyes are leakin' like a sieve But I near one Jamaca (?) I never wanted (clapping and cheering) |
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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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| 2:18 |
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crazy crazy crazy fool crazy fool if she thinks that she is gonna dispose my world i'd be a crazy crazy crazy crazy fool crazy fool my love for you was oh so strong we went together for oh so long if i don? complain about this misery yah is this the way love's supposed to be, supposed to be now foolish foolish oh you just a foolish girl ohhhhhhhhh foolish foolish oh ya just a crazy girl if she thinks that she is gonna take you from me gotta be a crazy crazy crazy crazy fool crazy fool |
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| 2:58 |
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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 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 Boomtown Rats I would be stayin' up all night If I was the King Ad-Rock I would get stupid dumb 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 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 rhyme And I want to start some static, but I can't afford, Just lay on 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 Africa land Got chased out of the 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 schism on a serious tip You don't believe me that I won't bust your lip. I hear the mountain, it hard to climb Ruffle the rhythm and it must be Sublime Listen yellow lover yeah it right on time We got cricket with the quickness and the bass line Go and raid the sound and tell the people the news oh, hey Tell them reggae music is on the loose Here I am from the place where the sun keeps shine new style in a unique fashion And good, good vibes that keep on playin', playin' People want to come up and they want to tell me smokin' crack cocaine better than sensi You're pumpin' that shit yo we're sick of it Teakin' every weekend and we just can't take it We don't want plastic |
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| 5. |
| 4:57 |
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What else?
Anything Else? Mary! Mary! Mary! Mary! Mary! Saw Red! Mary! Slow Ride! Fuck! You don't even realize How long it's been sinse I played any of these songs, like... Well, I guess, you know, some of them, like... Saw Red <i>[? maybe "s'all right"?]</i> They all sound like this... Roots of creation... 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, I could do it right You've heard the line before Oh Mary baby please don't think that I'm a whore If you come home with me, Turn off the lights and lock up the doors, And start getting busy I don't know if I can Go so way up inside you tonight Oh Mary baby, Please don't fuss and fight When we got to the pad Mary baby started calling me her dad And she gave me head We could not find the damn bed Fifteen years old plus one, Hotter than a microwave oven Oh Mary baby, Your daddy is coming home. <i>[cheers and applause]</i> My place, is not a home Don't make no difference But I've found, That I need a place to stay Though disease was just the price I paid Big Salty Tears Is what I taste As I drive Past your house Tonight And all those break lights That are in front of me They make me Want to get on tonight This is a Ziggens song by the way I'm at the age where I realize The liquor store won't bring you back I must be gettin' old I'm at the drive-thru And I'm making my face All fat fat fat fat fat Big Salty Tears I'm at the age where I realize Nothin' actually Just do what I'm supposed to do $2.17 Next window please please please please please Big Salty Tears <i>[cheers and applause]</i> |
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| 3:05 |
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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 spendin' 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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| 1:58 |
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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 tweaker 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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| 2:39 |
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Where he sat down And there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivity Required from us a song How can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouth And the meditations of our hearts Be acceptable in thy sight O-verride By the rivers of Babylon Where he sat down And there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivity 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 |
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| 9. |
| 1:58 |
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Oh in a little district in negbourhood people moving swift like they think your lips and later you move and slip, and if you have to dont drip i dont know how they manage but belive me mister they do if you ever live there you just listen and dont be no fool they should a word from your mouth, your lights get knocked out, a glass to in a little district in negbourhood people moving swift like they think they should a word from your mouth your lights get knocked out a glass from your lip later you move and trip if you have to just slip no one ask no question no one tell no lie listen to me people theres a reason and later you move and trip if you have to just slip i dont know how they manage but belive me mister they do if you ever live there why a word from your mouth your lights get knocked out a glass from your lip you just listen and dont be no fool should a word from your mouth your lights get knocked out a glass from your lip in a little district in negbourhood people moving swift like they think they and later you move and trip
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| 10. |
| 3:38 |
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In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,
Elijah Muhammad 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. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin history 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. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds. 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 And I know because of KRS-ONE. And I know And I know |
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| 12. |
| 1:58 |
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It's recording?
...Clock says half past one I have no sunglasses As I step into the sun I know I did something Lord what could it be Woke up in the morning And all my friends hate me She got the Eye of Fatima In the wall of his room Three bottles of Tequila Three cats and a broom He got a 15-year-old angel And she's all dressed in black He got 15 bindles of cocaine Tied up in a sack This here's a government experiment And we're drivin' like hell We'll get some cowboys on acid And stay in motels We gonna eat up some wide open spaces Like it was the top of the Nile The hands on the clock are gonna be here A while An eye of Eye of Fatima In the wall of the hotel room And cowboys on acid Are like Egyptian cartoons No one ever conquered Wyoming From the left or from the right Just stay in the hotel room Stay up all night |
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| 4:24 |
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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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| 1:26 |
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lyin' in my plastic bed
thinkin how things weren't so cool to me my baby likes to shoot pool i like lyin naked in my bedroom tyin' on the dinosaur tonight, it used to be so cool now i got the needle and i can shake but i can't breathe I'd take it away but i want more and more one day im gonna lose the war. |
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Baby you look like somebody All you lipstick shows I don't make you cry Like a rose comin' out of the foldo Who do you know? Break! I don't even try I just want to say I met you It's Who You Know
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