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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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from Sublime - Robbin' The Hood [Explicit Version] (1994)
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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from Sublime - Robbin' The Hood [Explicit Version] (1994)
(Raleigh)
That's chapter 1, would you like to have chapter 2? You better you son of a bitch, I know the way. (Movie) Here's adventure, here's romance, here's the famous Robbin Hood of the old west. Cisco, the sheriff, he's getting closer! Make way Poncho, vominous. The Cisco Kid. (Brad) Way, way, way back days, the year, 1983. had to get a job, had to make some mon-ne-ne. Picked up a pen and a pad, drops reality. Never thinking that I would live to see the day I rocked my own CD. We used to do the dance we called wobie-wobie. Now S.T.P. 1993, so Hollywood get out my way. My mom's words seems like yesterday, "Love Jesus, don't forget to pray." She most have gone with the boss D.J. Right? (Don't be too sure of that fat one. Fat one?) Next thing you know, skinny coming with the 9mm. 'Cuz he who has the money has the authority, and respect to the man with the oz. (I'm pretty handy with a six gun myself) The 808 kit is on my hitlist, and this beat's cooking like a piped out bliss. It wasn't hard to do, it so easy. Because to me loops come naturally. Mom's words seem like yesterday. (COUGH) (What's your name? Cisco Kid. Si. Poncho's name is, Poncho.) And now in '94 we got an S.T.P., a half pack of smokes, and oh yes, aunt Bea. A fifteen pack of Old Milwaukee. A Dalmation and a girlfriend, but I ain't got no mon-ne-ne-ne. The 808 is within my reach, Sublime beats are comin' straight from Long Beach. If you think that hollywood didn't get what he deserved, call 808 kid to get served (movie) There's always some hombre that can't resist swapin' lead, just to see if their faster with the six gun than Cisco is. They'll only find out Cisco is fastest. Well that don't stop 'em from tryin' Poncho, like Slade here, he fancys himself as fast on the draw as a quarter-horse takin' after a stray. What's the matter? Can't the Cisco Kid talk for himself? Is that how you got your reputation Cisco, By havin' your partner build you up? I make no claim to a reputation senior, and no one has to talk for me. The Cisco Kid, heh, the kid part fits you from the way you act. I've meet with your kind before. You a foolish hombre if you think he will not fight you. Your making big talk for an hombre who won't fight. You are wrong Slade, I'll fight you any place, any time. If there is a good reason. Well here's a fist full of reasons! Now you two quit that. Just as soon as I finish off this Cisco Kid. You are the one that is finished you faggot. Way to go Cisco. Is that a good punch? all right you two, that's enough, let him alone Cisco. I won't forget this Cisco, I'll take this up with you another time. Any time hombre, I'd be glad to accommodate you. I'll make it soon Cisco. Shut up cash, keep your mouth shut. Thats what I mean, Cisco, you attract trouble like a fiddler attracts a square dance, you understand why I don't want you staying in this town? Do not worry sheriff... |
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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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See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.
(Laughter) Pretty much. Got matches? And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either. Are you guys musicians? We're magicians. What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno. Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well... I don't like it, that's why. We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo. Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music. Don't understand the shit they're sayin'. Don't understand nuthin', but I like it. Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either. He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh.. If I had 20 cents a dollar like you... I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money. Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck. Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now. No. We love you, yeah. When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there. Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money. Fuck. I know he wasn't. I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public. What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work. You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie. Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie. And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know. He created this. Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks. He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks. (incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges... Whoo |
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I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric
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from Sublime - Robbin' The Hood [Explicit Version] (1994)
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 please don't fuss and fight. You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore. If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight. Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad. Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed! Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven. Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. |
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from Sublime - Robbin' The Hood [Explicit Version] (1994)
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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from Sublime - Robbin' The Hood [Explicit Version] (1994)
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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from Sublime - Robbin' The Hood [Explicit Version] (1994)
(Q-Ball)
and I'm through, gonna fuck with you, then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort) comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin' muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out. Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya, Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say, he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash. Because I clash, I gash. The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... |
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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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Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.
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If you wanna live, treat me good.
I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good. I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good. If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good. I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. I'm dangerous, so dangerous |
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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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I told y'all, here they come now, you see them
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from Sublime - Robbin' The Hood [Explicit Version] (1994)
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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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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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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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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*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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from Sublime - Sublime (1996)
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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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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from Sublime - Sublime (1996)
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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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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Down there at the pawn shop,
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from Sublime - Sublime (1996)
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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from Sublime - Sublime (1996)
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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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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from Sublime - Sublime (1996)
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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from Sublime - Sublime (1996)
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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from Sublime - Sublime (1996)
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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from Sublime - Sublime (1996)
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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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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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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from Sublime - 40 Oz. To Freedom (1997)
No me importa que se lleva (It doesnt matter what you wear)
Porque todo se quitara, (Because you will take it all off) Ay no puedo ver lo (but I can't look at you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Cuando empecemos, (When we started) No me dio cuenta, (I didn't realize) De que luego, Tuviera que pagar (That after, I would have to pay) Pero, si se cambie(but, if things change) Me voy a acostame con ti, (I'm going to lay down with you) Con ti. (with you) Con ti. (with you) No me propongo predicar, (I'm not trying to preach) Vive y dejar vivir, (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But man's friend) es un condon en el bolsillo, (is a condom in his pocket) Yo no soy medico, (I'm not a doctor) No soy chapusero, (I'm not a joker) Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now im so alone) Pero si se cambie, ella seria mia (But if things change, she will be mine) Para ser poseido en propiedad, (To have as my property) En propiedad. (my property) I've got to get it all for you, Whoa, what can I do? I would lay down anytime with her, With her |
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from Sublime - 40 Oz. To Freedom (1997)
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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from Sublime - 40 Oz. To Freedom (1997)
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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from Sublime - 40 Oz. To Freedom (1997)
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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from Sublime - 40 Oz. To Freedom (1997)
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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How can you say, "You torture me"?
You're already thinkin' about someone else When he comes home, you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone But I know my day will come I know someday, I'll be the only one So now you wait for a spark, You know it will turn you on. He's gonna make you feel, the way you want to feel When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry, You'll know I'll be there My day will come But I know someday I'll be the only one Call me selfish, call it what you like, I think it's right To want someone for all your own and not to share their love But I'll have my way You won't stand a chance anyway 'Cause I got to you, You don't stand a chance So now you wait for his cock, You know it will turn you on He's gonna make you feel, the way you want to feel When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry, You know I'll be there. My day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one My day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one You say you want perfection, I see your self-destruction You don't know what you want, It's gonna take you a year to find out I'm not givin' up And when you've had enough, You'll take your bruised little head And you'll come running back to me I know that I will be the only one! |
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from Sublime - 40 Oz. To Freedom (1997)
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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from Sublime - 40 Oz. To Freedom (1997)
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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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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from Sublime - 40 Oz. To Freedom (1997)
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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from Sublime - 40 Oz. To Freedom (1997)
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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from Sublime - 40 Oz. To Freedom (1997)
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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from Sublime - 40 Oz. To Freedom (1997)
Three, four
Wake up in the morning Clock says half past one I have no sunglasses as I step into the sun There's no recollection Of the evil things I've done Head feels like I must have had some fun what happened? Last thing I remember I was chillin' at a party Pinchin' girlie's asses I was drinking recklessly I know I did something Lord what could it be? Woke up in the morning And all my friends hate me What happened? Oh yeah, play it boy wonder What am I doing here? Who is this girl in my bed? What is this shit on my face? My God, what is that awful smell? She may be an angel She may be a queen She might be Black, white, american, indian or japanese What happened? Threw a bottle at the bouncer Didn't think that he was cool Pissed in someones drink And threw a bike into a pool Drivin' down the side walk like a drunken possesed fool I broke every single traffic rule Oh, what happened? What happened? Ohhhh, Let's go! She may be an angel She may be a queen She might be Black, white, american, indian or japanese |
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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Sublime Live - Stand By Your Van [Explicit Version] [live] (1998)
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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from Sublime - Acoustic : Bradley Nowell & Friends (2001)
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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from Sublime - Acoustic : Bradley Nowell & Friends (2001)
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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from Sublime - Acoustic : Bradley Nowell & Friends (2001)
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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from Sublime - Acoustic : Bradley Nowell & Friends (2001)
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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from Sublime - Acoustic : Bradley Nowell & Friends (2001)
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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from Sublime - Acoustic : Bradley Nowell & Friends (2001)
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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from Sublime - Acoustic : Bradley Nowell & Friends (2001)
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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from Sublime - Acoustic : Bradley Nowell & Friends (2001)
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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from Sublime - Acoustic : Bradley Nowell & Friends (2001)
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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from Sublime - Acoustic : Bradley Nowell & Friends (2001)
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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from Sublime - Acoustic : Bradley Nowell & Friends (2001)
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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from Sublime - Acoustic : Bradley Nowell & Friends (2001)
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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from Sublime - Acoustic : Bradley Nowell & Friends (2001)
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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from Sublime - Acoustic : Bradley Nowell & Friends (2001)
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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from Grind (2003)
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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from Sublime - Gold (2005)
you got your hair permed
you got your red dress on screamin' that second gear was such a turn-on and the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning's here and you'll be gone before too long who taught you those new tricks? damn, i shouldn't start that talk but life is one big question when your starin' at the clock and the answers always waiting at the liquor store 40oz. to freedom so i take that walk and i know that oh i'm not goin' back oh not going back oh god knows i'm not going back oh not goin' (hey man, anyone wanna make a run down to am/pm with me? it's like quarter-to right now bro. shit, can you like, loan me like, a buck or two dude? jai said he was gonna be here around 2:00 i haven't even seen him. just totally broke, man owes me twenty bucks man. get over it, fuck, sorry i'm not dealin' with that fuckin chince no more. take those bottles back eric?) and you look so fine when you lie, it just don't show but i know which way the wind blows a 40oz. to freedom is the only chance i have to feel good even though i feel bad and i know that oh i'm not goin' back oh, i'm not goin' back oh, god knows, i'm not going back oh, i'm...not goin' oh....i'm not goin' back oh, i'm not goin' back oh, god knows, i'm not going back oh, i'm...not goin' (there's a whole one left in the freezer...) |
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from Sublime - Gold (2005)
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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from Sublime - Gold (2005)
[I don't know if you can, but can you get an order for Ons, that's O-N-S, Junior Market, the address is 1934 East Anaheim, all the windows are busted out, and it's like a free-for-all in here and uh the owner should at 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 participating in some anarchy First spot we hit it was my liquor 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? (Homicide, 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 much 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 their 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 this fucked-up situation and these fucked-up police It's about comin' up and stayin' on top And screamin' 187 on a mother fuckin' cop It's not in the paper, it's on the wall National guard Smoke from all around [Units be advised of an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple, 9-3-8 Temple, many subjects with bats trying to get inside the CB's house...they're trying to kill him] Let it burn Wanna let it burn, wanna let it burn Wanna wanna let it burn (I feel insane) Riots on the streets if Miami Whoa, riots on the streets of Chicago On the streets of Long Beach In San Francisco Riots on the streets of Kansas City Tuskaloosa, Alabama Cleveland, Ohio Fountainberry, Paramount, Vista Buelle Eugene, Oregon Eureka, California Hesperia Santa Barbara mother fuckin' Nevada San Diego Lakewood, Florida fuckin' 29 Palms [Need a unit to... structure fire and numerous subjects looting] [10-15 to get rid of this looter] |
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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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from Sublime - Gold (2005)
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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from Sublime - Gold (2005)
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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from Sublime - Gold (2005)
No me importa que se lleva (It doesnt matter what you wear)
Porque todo se quitara, (Because you will take it all off) Ay no puedo ver lo (but I can't look at you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Cuando empecemos, (When we started) No me dio cuenta, (I didn't realize) De que luego, Tuviera que pagar (That after, I would have to pay) Pero, si se cambie(but, if things change) Me voy a acostame con ti, (I'm going to lay down with you) Con ti. (with you) Con ti. (with you) No me propongo predicar, (I'm not trying to preach) Vive y dejar vivir, (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But man's friend) es un condon en el bolsillo, (is a condom in his pocket) Yo no soy medico, (I'm not a doctor) No soy chapusero, (I'm not a joker) Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now im so alone) Pero si se cambie, ella seria mia (But if things change, she will be mine) Para ser poseido en propiedad, (To have as my property) En propiedad. (my property) I've got to get it all for you, Whoa, what can I do? I would lay down anytime with her, With her |
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