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Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and Shake your ass like your ready to sing Well, something muy high Something muy low When me ready limo then they follow me home like a Roots of creation I am living in a boring nation I pull up my hands and I look at my feet The reggae music make me sound so sweet Cause we play it morning evening and all of the day It's the sweet kinda music makes me feel O.K. The roots of creation Said I am living in a plastic nation I pull up my hat My coat is so wide Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high But all the time I feel airie I feel airie when I'm down with the scene called Roots of creation I am living in a plastic nation One more time! Well, pull up here honey like you got limbo Well pull up your fingers like you're ready to go Give me Give me something high Give me something slow Give me something I can use Give me something I can know Your the body and the mind one Part of soul or two I feel a different person to be a different place I'm living in a different place Sometime I feel although its fin Pull up your style make it sound so fine With ah Pull up hands with me Roots of creation I am living in a boring nation A pull up sound with Mike Happoldt at my left I got Eric at my right We rock the reggae music every day and night We rock the reggae music say it's right on time Cause you're down with the music that they call Sublime I'm living in a different nation Reggae style again! Gonna win me back gonna feel so fine Bring me down to the place so right We rock the music so late at night With a guitar pick in my hand What amounts to make me a man Me help a little girl like this Called the roots of creation I am living in a plastic nation I pull up my hand, left pocket Do the music, make me say me feel it Read me on rights and me know me are wrong Me am a white boy but I sing a reggae song Called roots of creation I am living in a plastic nation My hands are high My ink is dry My love for you, it will never die Say me love you till me will testify Me love the music make me feel so high Song called roots of creation I am living in a plastic nation Oh in a plastic nation Such a boring station... a boring One more time! Pull up here honey if you got limbo Pull it up make it up bounce I don't want it to be slow I wanna make it sound right I wanna make it sound strong Give me kind of music make you rock all night Like a roots of creation I am living in a boring nation So cheer up my life Cheer up my life Take out the trouble Take out take out the strife Give me some music make it sound so nice Give me kinda music make we wanna singa song twice Like roots of creation I am living in a plastic nation I pull up my hand My seat is wobbly Pull up your hands and it sounds like this Cause I like my beer dry Drink the gin and the gin Love the kinda drink ya know make me sick Me don't feel no nice but likewise Make me drink gin like wine twice I only make me feel so sadder, aya! |
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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 denim shoes Dealing he was looking for something to use With a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of booze Well, it could be me or it could be you Oh feels like my whole life is rearranged 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 assasination 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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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 IRIE. Take off your glass pipe, take off your sunglasses, and tell me what you can see. And I see LIES, corruption, look this way, cooley on the corner, but she's not okay. YOU got lies, YOU got rats in the street, YOU 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... You want us to end it right there? |
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I smoke two joints in the morning
I smoke two joint at night I smoke two joint in the afternoon It makes me feel all right I smoke two joints in time of peace And two in time of war I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints, And then I smoke two more Daddy he once told me, "Son, you be hard workin' man" And momma she once told me, "Son, you do the best you can" Then one day I met a man, He came to me and said, "Hard work good and hard work fine, But first take care of head" Whoa rock me to the night Jah say |
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All alone, I feel abused
this house music reminds me of you I crossed my fingers that I'd feel abuse but I know what's real, oh no if my daddy was here, to make me dj in a bad mood I like most music, jazz and the blues reggae music and the (?) (?) (?) (?) our name is Sublime... (?) Just waitin' for the tide to get low, oh no eyes get slow and they put me in a trance but it aint house music that makes me wanna dance I said yes, call me, you said your low (?) (?) can't make out the rest, please help Bradley RIP |
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My place is not a home, 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 all the flops in my house We was jumping on walls and kicking ceilings Now a days people listen to me, when I say..."GET OUT" Hold me and don't let go Makes no difference that you're 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 .."GET OUT" Let me bust a freestyle Fuck you man I got a bone to pick So sit don't trip I'm cutting hits like Berk Susankas got the shrimp dip I get it get it get it all the time People want to know the meaning of the word Sublime It's anarchist, it's the shit you missed We get the minute man loop and add a peni twist Cuz We know you love the pit But this is the shit That you put in the box and say damn it's a hit And 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 gang no cess When yellow lovers on the D-R-U-M-S So Let the lovin take a hold over me Let the lovin take a hold over me Follow 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 |
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Pass me the lazerbeam
Make me wipe off and licka them clean Pass me the lazerbeam Make me wipe off and licka them clean Bud Gaugh comes with his M-16 Snow come with the AK to the 47 Lovin' the lovin' the lovin' the lovin' the dj All over a town called LA I woke up in the morning I was at Ramy's pad I looked up and saw Bud going to town On a little fine henia that he met the night before He knew he was the man But he knew she was a whore Oh yeah, they comin', they comin', they comin', with a boss dj He took the money home and gave it to Sancho But that's the way the money goes Rise it up and let the talent flow Cause give it love time and they said give it away We went downtown to a town called LA It was half an hour drive about driving from Long Beach But still every time I'm feeling so out of reach So I went down to club Lingerie We took a big bus all the way to LA When we stepped out all the people said Ay we wanna drinka, drinka, drinka Said uppa get get up on the dance floor And lovin', lovin', make the music lovin' me Take all the love and make it walk over me When we got home end of the night i was sick 15 minutes later she was up up on the dick I said lord, lord, lord make the lovin' give away I don't have protection so I'll just make my mistake But blue balls always take all your love away You love and you love and you love but you one can't say And this is how it happened to me Went down to the clinic, positive HIV HIV was never no friend to me I love, I love, I leave, I leave it anyway But oh god please I'll protect after this Never want no music make me feel God blessed Said I Love, I love, I love, I love, I love I love, I love, I love, I love, I love One DJ causing trouble Take your love away from me |
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Wake up in the morning and it's hard to live.
Hard to live, yes, it's hard to live and it will be a long time before shit starts to give, and every single day it's getting harder to Live, but God would be up for being down with a ho. Lord knows that I got mic control. Do you got the mic control? You notice your style is well original. This man, makin money, how I know. It wont be no man of me. In my bed I watch T.V. I'm drunk by noon, but that's O.K. I'll be president someday. Light my cigarette and I think that Bert Susanka made me drink. Load the box and then pump that shit. Got my Greatest Hits. Got my Greatest Hits. Is this band, makin money? I don't know. The writing on the wall. All my friends drink alcohol. I'm too drunk to light the bong. I'm too stoned to write this song. Light my cigarette and I think that Bert Susan could make me drink. Load the box and then pump that shit. Wake up in the morning and it's hard to live. Hard to live, hard to live it's hard to live and it will be a long time before shit starts to give, and every single day it's getting harder to give, but God would be up for being down with a ho. Lord knows that I got mic control. Do you got mic control? You notice your style is well original. This man, makin money, how I know. It wont be no man of me. In my bed I watch T.V. I'm drunk by noon, but that's O.K. I'll be president someday. Light my cigarette and I think that Bert Susanka made me drink. Load the box and then pump that shit. It's the Ziggens Greatest Hit, the Ziggens Greatest Hit, the Ziggens his Great-est Hit |
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18 year old girl, just dropped out of school.
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Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel alone
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 I was tweakin by myself one night that's when I wrote this tune 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 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 Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel alone My girlfriend said so, she's a little ho That don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground 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 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 |
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I got so much trouble on my mind,
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 theirs. So don't tell me about a fake drug war Go cut education some more The people will one day learn and rise Cause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked up At every corner liquor store. |
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GO! and I won't make love to you
and I feel the love feel the love la love. Jailhouse gets empty. Lou gets plenty. The baton stick gets shorter Lou gets taller Can't fight against the youth 'cuz we're strong Them are rude rude people Can't fight against the youth 'cuz we're strong And the rude rude people long, baby get now When I was a youth in 1983 was the best day of my life. Had the '89 vision. We didn't fuss or no fight when all the little daughters wanna be my wife 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 was playin'. I know that I'm gonna be there, yeah. Oh Bud Gaugh will be singing there and Eric Wison will be banging out there, yeah. Ohh and we'll be all singing with version with versions raggae version, version, version, version ohh ohhhh whoa ooooh What has been told to the wise and uprooted, yeah, It's gonna be revealed onto babes and Sublime. Can't fight against the youth. Right now them are rude, rude people. Can't fight against the resistance. Whoa right now them are rude rude people. We're gonna rule this land. Among children were gonna rule this land. '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 didn't fuss or no fight when all the little daughters wanna be my wife. 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. Had to be there yeah mmhmmm mmm ohhh oh oh oh oh ahhhhh Jailhouse gets empty. and Lou gets plenty. Baton stick gets shorter. Lou gets taller, taller. Can't fight against the youth, 'cuz we're strong. Them are rude, rude people. Can't fight against the youth. |
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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 something that made me want to burn my liquor 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 tattoo. 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 talkin' 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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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 your 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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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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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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I never thought that when I grew up I would be in a band
and travel all the best spots in the land yeah 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 outta hell Stockton Avenue gets hollow and mean and on a big day its works like a machine outside Stockton it gets hot like a glove Swift street, street and the Mitchell's clove big steamer went fishin' wish you were a trout Brass Mountain gets so hollow when two dudes paddle out A huge summer time south swell hits me under my hotel now the surf's up boys a rock can be found up and down the coast checking out the spots that I love the most |
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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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Is it because we got the 89 vision, oh no.
Is it because it's a unanimous decision, oh no. You got ganked by your girl, boy you know it hurts, this blast is mine, oh no, nine nine. Oh you should see what your young daughter do. Thanks for teaching her all those dirty little things you do. I taught her a couple of tricks that I knew. I hope you enjoy em when them get back to you. You got ganked by your girl, boy you know it hurts. You got ganked by your girl, oo noo. Have you ever, Have you ever, Have you ever, seen a little porno queen, ohh, Ron Jeremy, yea, Ron... ron, ron, ron, ron, reggae music extracts simply one voice. One voice. ohh revel and I make a decision, make a decision, its not my fault... |
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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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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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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 keep a good man- Downtown's wheres you'll find me, through some ill gotten' 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're just a crock of shit, with a pretty smile, and I refuse to compromise. Oh, you're givin' 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 somethin' that's 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, passions there for those who want to pay 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, 'cause 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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Let me tell you about a girl I know, had a drink about a hour ago Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown L. She heard a noise and she looked through the door. 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. Now babe the time has come. 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." That's when things got out of control. 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 finished up and he started the car 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 Styley. The next day she went to her drawer, looked up her local attorney at law, went to the phone and filed a 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 yrs And now his heart is filled with tears. That night in jail it was getting late. He was butt-raped by a large inmate and he screamed. But the guards paid no attention to his cries. That's when things got out of control. The moral of the date rape story, it does not pay when your 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 |
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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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Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel alone
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 I was tweakin by myself one night that's when I wrote this tune 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 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 Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel alone My girlfriend said so, she's a little ho That don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground 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 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 |
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I got so much trouble on my mind,
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 theirs. So don't tell me about a fake drug war Go cut education some more The people will one day learn and rise Cause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked up At every corner liquor store. |
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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, oh He rolled away one day and he never came home, ha-ha, ha It ain't hard to understand This ain't Hitler's master plan What it takes to be a man Ooh, in my mind, in my brain I'm rollin' 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 The day that I die will be the day that I shut my mouth and put down my guitar, uh Sunday morning hold church down at the bar Get down on your knees and start to pray, oh Pray my itchy rash will go away, yow Now 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 am what you told me to be I'm a backwards-ass hillbilly, I'm Dick Buttkiss 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 on my ass and it makes me itch I can see for miles and miles and miles, oh My broken heart makes me smile In my mind, in my brain I go back I go completely insane It ain't personal; it ain't me And if I make you cry all night I'll 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've got tricks up my sleeve 24/7, devil's best friend Makes no difference; it's all same in the end |
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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 know 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 viv?(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 beb?(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 despu? 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) s?no le di?cuenta and I bet you never will (yeah you didn't tell the story and I bet you never will) you must be a mu?ca 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 m? 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 m?(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'sound |
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Janie always said I was a mess
I'm sorry 'bout that mess. I made - her - bleed. Buddy Bah Bah - Bye Bye, I planted my seed. Still, I knew she could take it If I opened up the rythm then I knew I could make it But I hope her parents love her Sooo... Feeling all the acid on the brain Still I got that frame. I made - her - bleed. Yes she wanted lovin' you see. Well, if you live you wanna give and get old, and if you never knew that we get old, You live it up, you live it up, you get old Believe me people when I say: "There will be people asking Satan everyday" But you've got to know your place, And if you don't it smacks you in your face, But - I know her parents love her, And I hope her parents love her I hope her parents love her Sooo... Bully'd back in 1983, what did you do for me? I made - her - bleed well I'm loved and I planted my seed Babe, I knew we could make it - but I only knew that the bitch would break it, yeah I hope her parents love her Sooo... My god look at me, If we had to go, 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 it's a disease. I-I hope her parents love her I hope her parents love her Sooo... Rawrf! |
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(girls go crazy...)
(a woman holds a 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, a little bit more Everyday I love her just a little bit more and she loves me the same So baby if you wanna get low Baby if you wanna get high It makes no sense at all I saw red, I saw red, I saw red One more secret lover that I shot dead Everyday I wake up just a little bit more Feelin' like a dog out in the yard Is that's just how we are Everyday I wonder if it's over When I wake up realizin' that we hate And break down the walls You say it's black, I don't believe you I say it's white, you say I'm tryin to deceive you I'm aware of the high and the low, I'd be waiting for you in the middle But I just lack control Baby if you wanna get low Baby if you wanna get high It makes no sense at all I saw red, I saw red, I saw red One more secret lover that I shot dead Girls, don't go crazy, Oh girls, don't go crazy, Oh girls, don't go crazy when the men use you... ...know Oh, woman hold your man tight If it makes you feel right, it's your own life WRAFFF... |
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Who is this super hero?
Sarge? No! Rosemary, the telephone operator? No way man. Henry, the mild mannered janitor? Could beeee Hong Kong Phooey Number one super guy Hong Kong Phooey Quicker than the human eye Oh he's got style A groovy smile A bite that just won't stop When the going gets rough he's super tough With the Hong Kong Phooey chop Hong Kong Phooey Number one super guy Hong Kong Phooey Oh he's quicker than the human eye Hong Kong Phooey Number one super guy Hong Kong Phooey Quicker than the human eye Oh he's got style A groovy smile And a bite that just won't stop When the going gets rough he's super tough With the Hong Kong Phooey chop Hong Kong Phooey Number one super guy Hong Kong Phooey Quicker than the human eye Hong Kong Phooey Number one super guy Hong Kong Phooey Quicker than the human eye Oh he's got style A groovy smile And a bite that just won't stop When the going gets rough he's super tough With the Hong Kong Phooey chop Hong Kong Phooey Yeah he's the number one super guy Hong Kong Phooey Yeah he's quicker than the human eye Hong Kong Phooey boys! |
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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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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 your 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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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 something that made me want to burn my liquor 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 tattoo. 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 talkin' 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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You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts
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 denim shoes Dealing he was looking for something to use With a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of booze Well, it could be me or it could be you Oh feels like my whole life is rearranged 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 assasination 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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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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