Brad Nowell

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...)

Is it because we got the 89 vision, oh no.
Is it because it's a unanimous decision, oh no.

You got ganked by your girl, boy you know it hurts, this blast is mine, oh no, nine nine.

Oh you should see what your young daughter do.
Thanks for teaching her all those dirty little things you do. I taught her a couple of tricks that I knew. I hope you enjoy em when them get back to you.

You got ganked by your girl, boy you know it hurts. You got ganked by your girl, oo noo.

Have you ever,
Have you ever,
Have you ever, seen a little porno queen,
ohh, Ron Jeremy, yea,
Ron... ron, ron, ron, ron,
reggae music extracts simply one voice. One voice.
ohh revel and I make a decision, make a decision, its not my fault...

All alone, I feel abused
this house music reminds me of you
I crossed my fingers that I'd feel abuse
but I know what's real, oh no
if my daddy was here, to make me dj in a bad mood
I like most music, jazz and the blues
reggae music and the (?)
(?)
(?)
(?)
our name is Sublime... (?)
Just waitin' for the tide to get low, oh no
eyes get slow and they put me in a trance
but it aint house music that makes me wanna dance
I said yes, call me, you said your low (?)
(?) can't make out the rest, please help
Bradley RIP

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!

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!

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!

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!

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!

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

[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]

(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 the 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 the window drop
Finally we got our own P.A.
Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today?
(Cuz' as long as I'm alive, I'ma live ill B)
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
But 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 became 187 on a mother fuckin' cop
It's ain't in the paper, it's on the wall
National guard
Smoke from all around

(Any unit, any unit...)
(Homicide, never doing no time)

Give me my share, my share.
Gimme my share, I want it.
Gimme my share, I need it now, I need it now.
My share.
A wicked one who doesn't wanna see me go.
Just gimme my share, I want it. Gimme my share.
But you don't want to give it to me,
You don't wanna see me go.
Gimme my share, I want it, Gimme my share.
But there is a wicked one.

(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)

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

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

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

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

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

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)

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)

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)

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

I don't wanna go and party
I don't wanna shoot the pier
I don't wanna take the doggie for walk
I don't wanna look at naked chicks and drink beer
I don't wanna do a bong load go and wrench on the car
I don't wanna hose the dog shit down
'cuz I ain't even gonna get outta bed
I ain't gettin' I ain't gettin' outta bed today
I ain't gettin' I ain't gettin' outta bed today
Keep on skankin' Ronnie skank the night away
'cuz the time is commin' for us all to pay hey
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 ain't even got to listen to all the stupid shit you gotta say
I' don't wanna do a goddamn thing
I don't wanna wanna leave my bed today
I don't want I don't wanna leave my bed today
I don't want I don't wanna leave my bed today hey hey hey hey hey..hey
Keep on skankin' Ronnie skank the night away
'cuz the time is comming for us all to pay hey..huh
I don't wanna eat burritos or read about O.J.
no I don't wanna get a head rush 'cuz I ain't even gettin' outta bed today
I ain't gettin' I ain't gettin' outta bed today
I ain't gettin' I ain't gettin' outta bed today
I ain't gotta leave my bed today no no no no no no
noway noway noway noway noway
Keep on skankin' Ronnie skank the night away
'cuz the time is commin' for us all to pay hey hey hey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(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...

(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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aw, fuck; Chuck's on a killing spree

Loud...

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!

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!

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

My place is not a home, don't make no difference
But I have found, that I need a place to stay
I never listen what the landlord man say
You should've seen all the flops in my house
We was jumping on walls and kicking ceilings
Now a days people listen to me, when I say..."GET OUT"
Hold me and don't let go
Makes no difference that you're a ho
Cause I need a place to stay
A new disease was just the price I paid
In days of old that how it used to be, oh yes indeed
That girl is dead to me now and I say .."GET OUT"

Let me bust a freestyle
Fuck you man
I got a bone to pick
So sit don't trip
I'm cutting hits like Berk Susankas got the shrimp dip
I get it get it get it all the time
People want to know the meaning of the word Sublime
It's anarchist, it's the shit you missed
We get the minute man loop and add a peni twist
Cuz We know you love the pit
But this is the shit
That you put in the box and say damn it's a hit
And all the radios and the tv shows
Cause we don't kiss no ass or kick down free shows
What you get is the kind no gang no cess
When yellow lovers on the
D-R-U-M-S

So Let the lovin take a hold over me
Let the lovin take a hold over me
Follow me Long Beach posse
Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'
1992 so lets all start uniting
Put your hands together be the best you can be
Let this jam take us to 1993
Stay positive and the love will come back to me

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

Some folks say that smokin' herb is a crime
If they catch your smokin' they're bound to drop the dime
Insufferable, informer crazy fools
Wait with their fingers crossed for you to break the rules
And in the evenin', we try to jam
We like our music loud in this here band
We let the bass line drop as loud as we can stand
Somebody always gotta turn informer for the man

I want to know know right now
Is there one of you in the crowd?
Are ya gonna call 911
And spoil all my fun?
You crazy fools

Reme..re..mem.remem..remem..re..mem..remem remember never never never go call me sha-la-la-la love

I'm in the mood get ready
I'm in the mood, c'mon now yeah
I'm in the mood are you ready?
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah c'mon

Load up the bong, crank up this song let the informer call 911
Load up the bong, crank up this song let the informer call 911
And when security police force wanna 'rive
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

Reme..re..mem.remem..remem..re..mem..remem remember never never never go call me sha-la-la-la love

I'm in the mood get ready
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah
I'm in the mood are you ready?
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah

And in the evenin' when we try to jam
We like the music loud in this here band
Oh I wanna know now I wanna know know right now
Are you willin' are you willin' and able?
Oh oh whoa forgot them crazy fools

Here the boy boy bittity biboy I said you don't wanna go there

Some folks say that smokin' herb is a crime
If they catch ya smokin' they're bound to drop the dime
Insufferable, informa crazy fools
Wait with their fingers crossed for you to break the rules

But I'm in the mood get ready
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah
I'm in the mood are you ready?
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah
I'm in the mood get ready I'm in the mood
I'm in the mood uh.

Some folks say that smokin' herb is a crime
If they catch your smokin' they're bound to drop the dime
Insufferable, informer crazy fools
Wait with their fingers crossed for you to break the rules
And in the evenin', we try to jam
We like our music loud in this here band
We let the bass line drop as loud as we can stand
Somebody always gotta turn informer for the man

I want to know know right now
Is there one of you in the crowd?
Are ya gonna call 911
And spoil all my fun?
You crazy fools

Reme..re..mem.remem..remem..re..mem..remem remember never never never go call me sha-la-la-la love

I'm in the mood get ready
I'm in the mood, c'mon now yeah
I'm in the mood are you ready?
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah c'mon

Load up the bong, crank up this song let the informer call 911
Load up the bong, crank up this song let the informer call 911
And when security police force wanna 'rive
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

Reme..re..mem.remem..remem..re..mem..remem remember never never never go call me sha-la-la-la love

I'm in the mood get ready
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah
I'm in the mood are you ready?
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah

And in the evenin' when we try to jam
We like the music loud in this here band
Oh I wanna know now I wanna know know right now
Are you willin' are you willin' and able?
Oh oh whoa forgot them crazy fools

Here the boy boy bittity biboy I said you don't wanna go there

Some folks say that smokin' herb is a crime
If they catch ya smokin' they're bound to drop the dime
Insufferable, informa crazy fools
Wait with their fingers crossed for you to break the rules

But I'm in the mood get ready
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah
I'm in the mood are you ready?
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah
I'm in the mood get ready I'm in the mood
I'm in the mood uh.

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.

Wake up in the morning and it's hard to live.
Hard to live, yes, it's hard to live
and it will be a long time before shit starts to give,
and every single day it's getting harder to Live,
but God would be up for being down with a ho.
Lord knows that I got mic control.
Do you got the mic control?
You notice your style is well original.

This man, makin money,
how I know.
It wont be no man of me.
In my bed I watch T.V.
I'm drunk by noon,
but that's O.K.
I'll be president someday.
Light my cigarette and
I think that Bert Susanka made me drink.
Load the box and then pump that shit.
Got my Greatest Hits.
Got my Greatest Hits.

Is this band, makin money?
I don't know.
The writing on the wall.
All my friends drink alcohol.
I'm too drunk to light the bong.
I'm too stoned to write this song.
Light my cigarette and
I think that Bert Susan could make me drink.
Load the box and then pump that shit.

Wake up in the morning and it's hard to live.
Hard to live, hard to live
it's hard to live
and it will be a long time before shit starts to give,
and every single day it's getting harder to give,
but God would be up for being down with a ho.
Lord knows that I got mic control.
Do you got mic control?
You notice your style is well original.

This man, makin money, how I know.
It wont be no man of me.
In my bed I watch T.V.
I'm drunk by noon,
but that's O.K.
I'll be president someday.
Light my cigarette and
I think that Bert Susanka made me drink.
Load the box and then pump that shit.
It's the Ziggens Greatest Hit,
the Ziggens Greatest Hit,
the Ziggens his Great-est Hit