Brad Nowell

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!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who is this super hero?
Sarge?
No!
Rosemary, the telephone operator?
No way man.
Henry, the mild mannered janitor?
Could beeee

Hong Kong Phooey
Number one super guy
Hong Kong Phooey
Quicker than the human eye

Oh he's got style
A groovy smile
A bite that just won't stop
When the going gets rough he's super tough
With the Hong Kong Phooey chop

Hong Kong Phooey
Number one super guy
Hong Kong Phooey
Oh he's quicker than the human eye


Hong Kong Phooey
Number one super guy
Hong Kong Phooey
Quicker than the human eye

Oh he's got style
A groovy smile
And a bite that just won't stop
When the going gets rough he's super tough
With the Hong Kong Phooey chop

Hong Kong Phooey
Number one super guy
Hong Kong Phooey
Quicker than the human eye


Hong Kong Phooey
Number one super guy
Hong Kong Phooey
Quicker than the human eye

Oh he's got style
A groovy smile
And a bite that just won't stop
When the going gets rough he's super tough
With the Hong Kong Phooey chop

Hong Kong Phooey
Yeah he's the number one super guy
Hong Kong Phooey
Yeah he's quicker than the human eye


Hong Kong Phooey boys!

GO! and I won't make love to you
and I feel the love feel the love la love.

Jailhouse gets empty.
Lou gets plenty.
The baton stick gets shorter
Lou gets taller

Can't fight against the youth 'cuz we're strong
Them are rude rude people
Can't fight against the youth 'cuz we're strong
And the rude rude people long, baby get now

When I was a youth in 1983 was the best day of my life.
Had the '89 vision.
We didn't fuss or no fight
when all the little daughters wanna be my wife
Like a vision it was playin' on my guitar on my guitar.
I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there.
When the rhythm was playin'. I know that I'm gonna be there, yeah.

Oh Bud Gaugh will be singing there and Eric Wison will be banging out there, yeah.
Ohh and we'll be all singing with version with versions raggae
version, version, version, version ohh
ohhhh whoa ooooh
What has been told to the wise and uprooted, yeah,
It's gonna be revealed onto babes and Sublime.

Can't fight against the youth. Right now them are rude, rude people.
Can't fight against the resistance. Whoa right now them are rude rude people.
We're gonna rule this land. Among children were gonna rule this land.
'Cuz when that rhythm it was playin' on my guitar, on my guitar.
I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there.

Oh, when I was a youth, it was the best day it was the best day of my life.
Had the '89 vision. We didn't fuss or no fight
when all the little daughters wanna be my wife.
When that rhythm it was playin' on my guitar, on my guitar.
I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there.
I had to be there. I had to be there.
Had to be there yeah mmhmmm mmm ohhh oh oh oh oh ahhhhh

Jailhouse gets empty.
and Lou gets plenty.
Baton stick gets shorter.
Lou gets taller, taller.
Can't fight against the youth, 'cuz we're strong.
Them are rude, rude people.
Can't fight against the youth.

Pass me the lazerbeam
Make me wipe off and licka them clean
Pass me the lazerbeam
Make me wipe off and licka them clean

Bud Gaugh comes with his M-16
Snow come with the AK to the 47
Lovin' the lovin' the lovin' the lovin' the dj
All over a town called LA
I woke up in the morning
I was at Ramy's pad
I looked up and saw Bud going to town
On a little fine henia that he met the night before
He knew he was the man
But he knew she was a whore
Oh yeah, they comin', they comin', they comin', with a boss dj
He took the money home and gave it to Sancho
But that's the way the money goes
Rise it up and let the talent flow
Cause give it love time and they said give it away
We went downtown to a town called LA
It was half an hour drive about driving from Long Beach
But still every time I'm feeling so out of reach
So I went down to club Lingerie
We took a big bus all the way to LA
When we stepped out all the people said
Ay we wanna drinka, drinka, drinka
Said uppa get get up on the dance floor
And lovin', lovin', make the music lovin' me
Take all the love and make it walk over me
When we got home end of the night i was sick
15 minutes later she was up up on the dick
I said lord, lord, lord make the lovin' give away
I don't have protection so I'll just make my mistake
But blue balls always take all your love away
You love and you love and you love but you one can't say

And this is how it happened to me
Went down to the clinic, positive HIV
HIV was never no friend to me
I love, I love, I leave, I leave it anyway
But oh god please I'll protect after this
Never want no music make me feel God blessed

Said I Love, I love, I love, I love, I love
I love, I love, I love, I love, I love
One DJ causing trouble
Take your love away from me

The time has come,
to reach a new realization 'tween me and you,
time to clear the rumors, sensations,
and things that just are untrue.

Well I thought I heard you behind me,
with a knife stright for my back.

It's quite clear that I'm back in the swing of living,
although I might not be on the right track.
Oh, thought I might drown but its hard to keep a good man-

Downtown's wheres you'll find me,
through some ill gotten' hand
Although I never listen girl, I damn well understand.
And you think, I'm so damn feeble.
I can't see through your lies, you're just a crock of shit,
with a pretty smile, and I refuse to compromise.
Oh, you're givin' me such a heavy, heavy, heavy load.

You may hold some vision of truth, if truth can found in a lie.
Maybe some grain of inspiration, for somethin' that's deep inside.
Oh, tears running down your face, just screaming look me in the eye.
Well I'm looking straight at your twisted face,
and it's enough to make me cry.

Oh, passions there for those who want to
pay the price of loving you,
in more ways than one.
Wrapped around your finger
but I think my time has come
but I never can be too sure, 'cause I like to have a little fun.
Oh, what fun it would be to blow my mind and fall into the sun.

A mind is a precious thing to taste.

I got so much trouble on my mind,
That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemy
But I know the real world always gets the last word
And that's why you gotta kick reality.
So don't tease me and try to say I should care.
I might as well go out for mine
'cause everybody's going out for theirs.


So don't tell me about a fake drug war
Go cut education some more
The people will one day learn and rise
Cause not everyone is out to score.


People always ask me why people are all fucked up
At every corner liquor store.

I got so much trouble on my mind,
That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemy
But I know the real world always gets the last word
And that's why you gotta kick reality.
So don't tease me and try to say I should care.
I might as well go out for mine
'cause everybody's going out for theirs.


So don't tell me about a fake drug war
Go cut education some more
The people will one day learn and rise
Cause not everyone is out to score.


People always ask me why people are all fucked up
At every corner liquor store.

I never thought that when I grew up I would be in a band
and travel all the best spots in the land yeah
I'm not here to brag or boast
I'm here to tell you about the spots I love the most
Natural bridges on a clean west swell
breaks over the reef like a bat outta hell
Stockton Avenue gets hollow and mean
and on a big day its works like a machine
outside Stockton it gets hot like a glove
Swift street, street and the Mitchell's clove
big steamer went fishin' wish you were a trout
Brass Mountain gets so hollow when two dudes paddle out
A huge summer time south swell hits me under my hotel
now the surf's up boys a rock can be found
up and down the coast checking out the spots that I love the most

Perfect world
Oobooboo, take a look at you, hanging on third and Daisy.
Wohbobo, policemen after you, smokin' crack cocaine makes you crazy.
You think everythings perfect in your world today,
you thing everythings just IRIE.
Take off your glass pipe, take off your sunglasses,
and tell me what you can see.
And I see LIES, corruption, look this way,
cooley on the corner, but she's not okay.
YOU got lies, YOU got rats in the street,
YOU got no shoes, no shoes on the baby's feet.

Woahohoho, its a perfect world, yeah, yeah nanana its a perfect world.
Oh ahh, it's a perfect world, it's a perfect world, heaw.
Woahbobo, take a look at you, on your way to Kenny's.
Bobobo, wont you stop that crap, smoking that prob makes you crazy.
But everythings crazy in the world today,
so you might as well smoke it anyway.
I said you might as well, if it, will it, you will like that,
which you can not tell.
What is up?
What's down?
What is up?
What's down?
What's up?
What's down?
I don't know it's going around.

Head is spining, and it feel alright,
but the kids, the kids, the kids are alright.
Woahohoho, its a perfect world, yeah, woahohnono its a perfect world.
Gotta keep living in a perfect world.
Gotta keep pushing in a perfect world.
Gotta keep pushing in a perfect world.
Gotta keep pushing in a...
You want us to end it right there?

Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel alone
Your girl friend said so but I don't really know
That don't mean we fucked around that night last week when you left town


I was tweakin by myself one night that's when I wrote this tune
Didn't have no need for that bed in my hotel room
Sometimes right now since I've left the pen
I feel like I'm right back in it again


Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holiday
So I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from


Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel alone
My girlfriend said so, she's a little ho
That don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground


Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holiday
So I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from
Don't tease me, don't tease me, don't tease
Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holiday
So I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from

Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel alone
Your girl friend said so but I don't really know
That don't mean we fucked around that night last week when you left town


I was tweakin by myself one night that's when I wrote this tune
Didn't have no need for that bed in my hotel room
Sometimes right now since I've left the pen
I feel like I'm right back in it again


Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holiday
So I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from


Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel alone
My girlfriend said so, she's a little ho
That don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground


Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holiday
So I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from
Don't tease me, don't tease me, don't tease
Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holiday
So I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from

One two three four!
Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and
Shake your ass like your ready to sing
Well, something muy high
Something muy low
When me ready limo then they follow me home like a
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
I pull up my hands and I look at my feet
The reggae music make me sound so sweet
Cause we play it morning evening and all of the day
It's the sweet kinda music makes me feel O.K.
The roots of creation
Said I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hat
My coat is so wide
Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high
But all the time I feel airie
I feel airie when I'm down with the scene called
Roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation

One more time!
Well, pull up here honey like you got limbo
Well pull up your fingers like you're ready to go
Give me
Give me something high
Give me something slow
Give me something I can use
Give me something I can know
Your the body and the mind one
Part of soul or two
I feel a different person to be a different place
I'm living in a different place
Sometime I feel although its fin
Pull up your style make it sound so fine
With ah
Pull up hands with me

Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
A pull up sound with Mike Happoldt at my left
I got Eric at my right
We rock the reggae music every day and night
We rock the reggae music say it's right on time
Cause you're down with the music that they call Sublime
I'm living in a different nation

Reggae style again!
Gonna win me back gonna feel so fine
Bring me down to the place so right
We rock the music so late at night
With a guitar pick in my hand
What amounts to make me a man
Me help a little girl like this
Called the roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand, left pocket
Do the music, make me say me feel it
Read me on rights and me know me are wrong
Me am a white boy but I sing a reggae song
Called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
My hands are high
My ink is dry
My love for you, it will never die
Say me love you till me will testify
Me love the music make me feel so high
Song called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
Oh in a plastic nation
Such a boring station... a boring

One more time!
Pull up here honey if you got limbo
Pull it up make it up bounce I don't want it to be slow
I wanna make it sound right
I wanna make it sound strong
Give me kind of music make you rock all night
Like a roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
So cheer up my life
Cheer up my life
Take out the trouble
Take out take out the strife
Give me some music make it sound so nice
Give me kinda music make we wanna singa song twice
Like roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand
My seat is wobbly
Pull up your hands and it sounds like this
Cause I like my beer dry
Drink the gin and the gin
Love the kinda drink ya know make me sick
Me don't feel no nice but likewise
Make me drink gin like wine twice
I only make me feel so sadder, aya!

Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky
They give it up and they give it up and they give it up
But they never ask why
Daddy was a rollin' rollin' stone, oh
He rolled away one day and he never came home, ha-ha, ha

It ain't hard to understand
This ain't Hitler's master plan
What it takes to be a man
Ooh, in my mind, in my brain
I'm rollin' over like a steamin' freight train
It ain't hard to ascertain

You only see what you want to believe
When you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
That don't mean I can't hang
The day that I die will be the day that
I shut my mouth and put down my guitar, uh
Sunday morning hold church down at the bar
Get down on your knees and start to pray, oh
Pray my itchy rash will go away, yow

Now back up y'all; it ain't me
Kentucky fried chicken is all I see
It's a hellified way to start your day
If I make you cry all night
Me and daddy gonna have a fist fight
It ain't personal; it ain't me

I only am what you told me to be
I'm a backwards-ass hillbilly, I'm Dick Buttkiss
You know I lie; I get mean
I'm a thief in the dark; I'm a ragin' machine
I'm a triple-rectified-ass son-of-a-bitch
Rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch
I can see for miles and miles and miles, oh
My broken heart makes me smile

In my mind, in my brain
I go back I go completely insane
It ain't personal; it ain't me
And if I make you cry all night
I'll be your daddy at the end of the night
Take a load from my big gun

You only see what you want to believe
When you creep from the back I've got tricks up my sleeve
24/7, devil's best friend
Makes no difference; it's all same in the end

(girls go crazy...)
(a woman holds a man tight...)
Every day I love him just a little bit more,
a little bit more, a little bit more
Everyday I love him just a little bit more
and he loves me the same

Every day I love her just a little bit more,
a little bit more, a little bit more
Everyday I love her just a little bit more
and she loves me the same


So baby if you wanna get low
Baby if you wanna get high

It makes no sense at all
I saw red, I saw red, I saw red
One more secret lover that I shot dead

Everyday I wake up just a little bit more
Feelin' like a dog out in the yard
Is that's just how we are

Everyday I wonder if it's over
When I wake up realizin' that we hate
And break down the walls

You say it's black, I don't believe you
I say it's white, you say I'm tryin to deceive you

I'm aware of the high and the low,
I'd be waiting for you in the middle
But I just lack control

Baby if you wanna get low
Baby if you wanna get high

It makes no sense at all
I saw red, I saw red, I saw red
One more secret lover that I shot dead

Girls, don't go crazy,
Oh girls, don't go crazy,
Oh girls, don't go crazy when the men use you...
...know

Oh, woman hold your man tight
If it makes you feel right, it's your own life

WRAFFF...

Girls don't go crazy

Woman, hold your man tight

Every day I love him just a little bit more,
a little bit more, a little bit more
Everyday I love him just a little bit more
and he loves me the same

Every day I love her just a little bit more,
a little bit more, little bit more
Everyday I love her just a little bit more
and she loves me the same

Baby if you wanna get on

Oh baby if you wanna get off

It makes no sense at all

I saw red

I saw red, I saw red, one more sacred lover that

I shot dead

Everyday I wake up just a little bit more
feelin' like a dog out on the yard
because that's just how we are

Everyday I wonder if it's over
when I wake up realizin' that we hate
and brake down the war

You say it's black, but I can't believe you

And if you say it's white,
you say I'm tryin to deceive you

and I'm aware of the high and the low,
and I'd be waiting for you in the middle but I just lack control

Baby if you wanna get low

Oh baby if you wanna get high

It makes no sense at all

I saw red

I saw red, I saw red, one more sacred lover that

I shot dead

Girls, don't go crazy,
Girls, don't go crazy,
Oh girls, don't go crazy when the men use you, oh

Oh, woman hold your man tight
if it makes you feel right, it's your own life

Janie always said I was a mess
I'm sorry 'bout that mess.
I made - her - bleed.
Buddy Bah Bah - Bye Bye, I planted my seed.
Still, I knew she could take it
If I opened up the rythm then I knew I could make it
But I hope her parents love her
Sooo...

Feeling all the acid on the brain
Still I got that frame.
I made - her - bleed.
Yes she wanted lovin' you see.
Well, if you live you wanna give and get old,
and if you never knew that we get old,
You live it up, you live it up, you get old
Believe me people when I say:
"There will be people asking Satan everyday"
But you've got to know your place,
And if you don't it smacks you in your face,
But - I know her parents love her,
And I hope her parents love her
I hope her parents love her
Sooo...

Bully'd back in 1983, what did you do for me?
I made - her - bleed
well I'm loved and I planted my seed
Babe, I knew we could make it - but
I only knew that the bitch would break it, yeah
I hope her parents love her
Sooo...
My god look at me,
If we had to go,
I know I'm barely lovin' my holy creed
You never knew that was what you need
Oh my God, honestly
believe it or not it's a disease.
I-I hope her parents love her
I hope her parents love her
Sooo...

Rawrf!

I smoke two joints in the morning
I smoke two joint at night
I smoke two joint in the afternoon
It makes me feel all right

I smoke two joints in time of peace
And two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints,
And then I smoke two more

Daddy he once told me,
"Son, you be hard workin' man"
And momma she once told me,
"Son, you do the best you can"
Then one day I met a man,
He came to me and said,
"Hard work good and hard work fine,
But first take care of head"

Whoa rock me to the night
Jah say

All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move
they love her for the kingston sound.


Flava-Flave and I-C-E
once said something that made me
want to burn my liquor store down to the ground.
But I just can't leave the pad, cuz I'll surely wind up dead,
'cuz i know there out there out there waiting and watching for me.
Still I got my yellow cat and my wooden baseball bat
and my shiny silver gat and if my homey my back then I got


All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move
they love her for the kingston sound.


I won't slip, and I won't trip. Send Matt Vargas to regrip.
While I'm wrenchin' on my ride, in that secret pad where we hide,
there's always lotsa fun stuff to do,
like relax and design a brand new tattoo.
Play with my cross-word puzzle book, I'm even learning how to cook.


Have you seen that little whore betty?
Someone said she stole my [?]
And if she made off with my last clean ring,
I'm gonna kill that fuckin' ditch pig.
So what?
Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad,
cuz I know your talkin' about me baby, makin' it hard to live.
Cause I, don't want no money dick, don't want no money down.
My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest pale spot in town I guess.
Take it nice and easy.
Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me.


All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move,
they love her for the kingston sound.


Baby you wanna give me kisses sweet,
only for one night with no repeat.
Baby you wanna leave and never go,
but the taste of honey is worse than none at all.

All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move
they love her for the kingston sound.


Flava-Flave and I-C-E
once said something that made me
want to burn my liquor store down to the ground.
But I just can't leave the pad, cuz I'll surely wind up dead,
'cuz i know there out there out there waiting and watching for me.
Still I got my yellow cat and my wooden baseball bat
and my shiny silver gat and if my homey my back then I got


All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move
they love her for the kingston sound.


I won't slip, and I won't trip. Send Matt Vargas to regrip.
While I'm wrenchin' on my ride, in that secret pad where we hide,
there's always lotsa fun stuff to do,
like relax and design a brand new tattoo.
Play with my cross-word puzzle book, I'm even learning how to cook.


Have you seen that little whore betty?
Someone said she stole my [?]
And if she made off with my last clean ring,
I'm gonna kill that fuckin' ditch pig.
So what?
Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad,
cuz I know your talkin' about me baby, makin' it hard to live.
Cause I, don't want no money dick, don't want no money down.
My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest pale spot in town I guess.
Take it nice and easy.
Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me.


All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move,
they love her for the kingston sound.


Baby you wanna give me kisses sweet,
only for one night with no repeat.
Baby you wanna leave and never go,
but the taste of honey is worse than none at all.

Annie's twelve years old,
The more she'll be a whore.
Nobody ever told her
It's the wrong way.

Don't be afraid,
But you're family get laid
(gibberish)...get paid...
Baby it's the wrong way.

Don't be afraid
It's a hard to live
I'm gonna mak it hard to live.
You're two brown eyes are leakin' like a sieve
But I near one Jamaca (?)
I never wanted

(clapping and cheering)

18 year old girl, just dropped out of school.
Because she's tired of playing a fool.

15 year old boy, just jumped off a bridge.
And they call it another suicide.

The youth are getting restless
The youth are getting restless
The youth are getting restless, oo yea.

(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)

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 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

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.

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.

GO! and I won't make love to you
and I feel the love feel the love la love.

Jailhouse gets empty.
Lou gets plenty.
The baton stick gets shorter
Lou gets taller

Can't fight against the youth 'cuz we're strong
Them are rude rude people
Can't fight against the youth 'cuz we're strong
And the rude rude people long, baby get now

When I was a youth in 1983 was the best day of my life.
Had the '89 vision.
We didn't fuss or no fight
when all the little daughters wanna be my wife
Like a vision it was playin' on my guitar on my guitar.
I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there.
When the rhythm was playin'. I know that I'm gonna be there, yeah.

Oh Bud Gaugh will be singing there and Eric Wison will be banging out there, yeah.
Ohh and we'll be all singing with version with versions raggae
version, version, version, version ohh
ohhhh whoa ooooh
What has been told to the wise and uprooted, yeah,
It's gonna be revealed onto babes and Sublime.

Can't fight against the youth. Right now them are rude, rude people.
Can't fight against the resistance. Whoa right now them are rude rude people.
We're gonna rule this land. Among children were gonna rule this land.
'Cuz when that rhythm it was playin' on my guitar, on my guitar.
I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there.

Oh, when I was a youth, it was the best day it was the best day of my life.
Had the '89 vision. We didn't fuss or no fight
when all the little daughters wanna be my wife.
When that rhythm it was playin' on my guitar, on my guitar.
I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there.
I had to be there. I had to be there.
Had to be there yeah mmhmmm mmm ohhh oh oh oh oh ahhhhh

Jailhouse gets empty.
and Lou gets plenty.
Baton stick gets shorter.
Lou gets taller, taller.
Can't fight against the youth, 'cuz we're strong.
Them are rude, rude people.
Can't fight against the youth.