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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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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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| 4:48 |
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I swear sometimes your taking me for granted
I swear sometime your a whore I swear but I know there ain't no reason My friends all laughed said it was my fault 'Cause everything is such a bore Last night I had a dream though it made me sick said it's time that it happened to me. Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone else's dick (OH MY GOODNESS!) But I know that the show was much more than a low So I'm waiting for the tide to get low If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me? tell me baby would it make no difference at all Bright lights put me in a trance If I was an ant liven upon the wall But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD) I'm gonna die by my last cigarette I don't gamble but I bet, Hold me close I always play the mack with this monkey on my back |
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| 2:56 |
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Gwarn!
Wake up in the in the mornin' and it's hard to live. Hard to live, yes it's hard to live And it will be a long time before that shit starts to give. And every single day it's getting harder to live. But I would be up for being down with a ho. Lord knows that i got mic control, do you got mic control? Ya no dis this stylee when ours is original. This man, makin' money how I know, won't be no man of me. In my bed I watch TV. I'm drunk by noon, but that's OK. I'll be President some day. Light my cigarette, and I think, Bert Senzanka made me drink. Load the box and I'll pump that shit. Got my (It's the Ziggens) greatest hits Got my (It's the Ziggens) greatest hits Is this band making money? I don't know. It's 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, Bert Senzanka made me drink. Load the box and I'll pump that shit. |
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| 3:48 |
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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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| 2:46 |
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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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| 3:03 |
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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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| 4:13 |
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All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson
Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wesson A little competition comes my way but it always winds up the same, "the stone that the builder refuse shall be the head cornerstone" Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right But still I set and lie awake all night All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Try talkin trash and we'll come with a smith & wesson Enough d.j.s come with enough style but when I bus my lyrics we all Know it's wicked-wily. Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right But still I set and lie awake all night You better strap with the gat If you wanna walk with me, bound to come down With the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae music Gotta come down with some new lyrics It just ain't nothing, it's been a real long time Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right But still I set and lie awake all night Rubadub blender a new mixer I am the one with d.j. with enough flavor Hear the dub and say lord have his grilled cheese. I ain't Jamaican, but I ain't no freak Caught the man eno with the one pound bag o' tweak And called him ghost rider everytime you see him he fulfill the danger Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right But still I set and lie awake all night Dred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission To see his pain would be his greatest ambition We will survive in this world of competition To make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so long For you Stop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail |
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Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,
that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you. I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto. But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today. So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed. Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go. And now in '94 were gonna lie some more. In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do. |
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| 2:16 |
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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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| 3:28 |
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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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| 2:44 |
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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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Punk rock changed our lives
(dog barking) Good boy, good boy, good boy On the East side, "Lonely, that's what i've been, That's where I met my Ramona, That's what she said, "I wanna go to a party," Here's my telephone number call me" And to a party, a house party, And love, she send a message of love Whole loop a people just rally 'round me "I love up the way you move, I love the way you rap" She said, (Bo, Bo) Ramona please step back Now she's my Ruca, I'm barely waiting for my Heina. She moved from Long Beach down to L.A. Right now she's selling oranges by the freeway. And she said, I wanna know, Ramona am I the only one, tell me? (Bo, Bo) "Your not the only one, but your the best, Bradley" And I barely pulled up with my Heina And now I'm waiting for my Ruca Don't fuck around with my Heina I know tonight I'll be behind her |
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| 4:22 |
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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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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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