40 Oz. To Freedom Lyrics Ruca Get Out 40 oz to Freedom Smoke Two Joints Were Only Gonna Die for Our Own Arrogance Don't Push 5446/Ball and Chain Badfish Let's Go Get Stoned New Thrash Scarlet Begonias Live at E's D.J.s Chica me Tipo Right Back What Happened? New Song Ebin Date Rape Hope KRS-One Rivers of Babylon My Ruca On the eastside, that's where I met my ramona,"I wanna go to a party," that's what she saidLonely - that's what I been Here's my telephone number call me..and to a party a house par-ty Whole lotta people jus rally-roun-me and love,she send a message ofloveshe said I love up the way you move, I love the way you rap ,BOPP BOPP.Ramona please step back 'Cause she's my ruca, I'm barely waiting for my hinaShe moved from Long Beach down to LARight now she selling oranges by the freewayI wanna know, Ramona am I the only one tell meand she said "Your not the only one, but your the best Bradly"And know now I waiting for my ruca and I barely pulled up with my hinaI know tonite I be behind her, don't fuck around with my hina. up to index Get out! My place is not a home, don't make no differenceBut I have found that I need a place to stayI never listen to what the landlord man sayYou should've seen the flops in my houseWe were jumping on walls and kicking ceilingsNow a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT" Hold me and don't let goMakes no difference that your a hoCause I need a place to stay and though 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" All the time the people want to know the meaning of the word SublimeIt ain't anarchist, it's the shit you missed We get the minute man loop and add a peni twistWe know you mutha that this is the shit that you put in the box And say damn it's a hit And to 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 econo gang or cess with yellow lover on the d-r-u-m-s Let the lovin take a hold over meLet the lovin take a hold over me"Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'1992 so lets all start unitingPut your hands together be the best you can beLet this jam take us to 1993Stay positive and the love will come back to me up to index 40 Oz to Freedom You've got your hair permedYou've got your red dress onTalkin' bout how second gear was such a turn onAnd the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning hereAnd 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 clockAnd the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,so I'll take that walk. And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin backOhh not going backGod knows not going back You look so fine when you lie it just don't show,That I know which way the wind blows40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,even though I feel bad And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin backOhh not going backGod knows I'm not going backGod knows I'm not going back up to index Smoke Two Joints I smoke two joints in the morning I smoke two joint at nightI smoke two joint in the afternoonIt makes me feel all right I smoke two joints in time of peaceAnd two in time of warI 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 meet 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 nightJa say up to index Were Only Gonna Die For Our Own Arrogance Early man walked away As modernman took controlThere mind's weren't all the sameAnd to conquer was their goalSo he built his great empire And he slaughtered his own kind He died a confused man And killed himself in his own mind(repeat) Were only gonna die for our own arrogance,so we might as well take our time. up to index Don't Push Stolen from an african land Chased out with a knifeWith a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bikeOh well the bars are always open and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night And it goes...If i was Bob Marley I said could you be lovedIf I was half pint I'd ball the lord up aboveIf I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fightIf I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all nightIF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumbIf rhythms were valiums I'd be comfortably numb If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,I'd point that shit straight up at the skyand shoot heaven on down to youOh well the bars are always open, and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night I want a lover, I can't find the time I want a reason, I can't find the rhymeI want to start some static, but I can't afford,to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboardNow a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.Laughter, it's free any time just call me439-0116 when your down with Sublime you getfunky fresh lyrics, you get nothin Stolen from an african landGot chased out of the barI saw (Ice is) my best friend tonite so don't push me too far I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,get hit get hip you knuckle headsRacism is scism on a serious tipYou don't believe me I go and bust your lip.I hear the mountain, it hard to climbRougher the rhythm, then it must be sublimeListen yellow lover you got it right on timeWe got cricket with the quickness and the bassline Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, heytell them reggae music is on the looseHere i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashionGood good vibes that keep on playin, playin People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensiYou're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it (WORD) up to index 5446/Ball and Chain Do you believe I would take such a thing with meand give it to a police man? I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that. If I did that would you say, "Sir come down and put the charge on me"?I wouldn't do that, no I wouldn't do that. I'm not a fool to hurt myself, but I listened what they done to me,they were wrong, they were wrong. Give it to me, one time, Give it to me, two times,, Give it to me, three times,,, Give it to me: four times,,,, Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number.One more time 5447 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number. People listen up don't stand to near I got something that you all should hear. All lies, all the lies she told to me make a little part of history. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time to listen to conflicting points of view. It's a crazy world to live alone, a ball and chain I call my own People listen up don't stand to close I got something that you all should know Holy Matrimony is not for me. Rather die alone in misery. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Isn't that what they used to say? With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew. Turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, a ball and chain I call my own.Crazy world to live alone With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew, turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own. Because marriage doesn't work in the world today It's an institutionthat is in decay. And if I have love I wish to portray, I will surely find another way. Because I was always taught boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later the sweet babys on the way, Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time to listen to conflicting points of view I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own up to index Badfish When you grab a hold of me Tell me that I'll never be set free 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 know the night will never end Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Baby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I never learned The water's too polluted with germs I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead Grab the reef 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 of this reef 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 of this reef up to index Let's Go Get Stoned I swear sometimes your taking me for granted I swear sometime your a whore I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cause everything is such a bore Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick, (MY GOODNESS!)My friends all laughed, said it was my fault said it's time that it happened to me But I know that the show was much more than a low So I'm waiting for the tide to get low If I was an ant liven upon the wall tell me baby would it make any difference at all If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me? Bright lights put me in a trance But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)I don't gamble but I bet, I'm gonna die by my last cigarette Hold me close I always play the mack with this monkey on my back. up to index New Thrash I got so much trouble on my mind,That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemyBut I know the real world always gets the last wordAnd 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 warGo cut education some moreThe people will one day learn and riseCause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked upAt every corner liquor store. up to index Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right (rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye. up to index Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
My Ruca On the eastside, that's where I met my ramona,"I wanna go to a party," that's what she saidLonely - that's what I been Here's my telephone number call me..and to a party a house par-ty Whole lotta people jus rally-roun-me and love,she send a message ofloveshe said I love up the way you move, I love the way you rap ,BOPP BOPP.Ramona please step back 'Cause she's my ruca, I'm barely waiting for my hinaShe moved from Long Beach down to LARight now she selling oranges by the freewayI wanna know, Ramona am I the only one tell meand she said "Your not the only one, but your the best Bradly"And know now I waiting for my ruca and I barely pulled up with my hinaI know tonite I be behind her, don't fuck around with my hina. up to index Get out! My place is not a home, don't make no differenceBut I have found that I need a place to stayI never listen to what the landlord man sayYou should've seen the flops in my houseWe were jumping on walls and kicking ceilingsNow a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT" Hold me and don't let goMakes no difference that your a hoCause I need a place to stay and though 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" All the time the people want to know the meaning of the word SublimeIt ain't anarchist, it's the shit you missed We get the minute man loop and add a peni twistWe know you mutha that this is the shit that you put in the box And say damn it's a hit And to 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 econo gang or cess with yellow lover on the d-r-u-m-s Let the lovin take a hold over meLet the lovin take a hold over me"Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'1992 so lets all start unitingPut your hands together be the best you can beLet this jam take us to 1993Stay positive and the love will come back to me up to index 40 Oz to Freedom You've got your hair permedYou've got your red dress onTalkin' bout how second gear was such a turn onAnd the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning hereAnd 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 clockAnd the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,so I'll take that walk. And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin backOhh not going backGod knows not going back You look so fine when you lie it just don't show,That I know which way the wind blows40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,even though I feel bad And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin backOhh not going backGod knows I'm not going backGod knows I'm not going back up to index Smoke Two Joints I smoke two joints in the morning I smoke two joint at nightI smoke two joint in the afternoonIt makes me feel all right I smoke two joints in time of peaceAnd two in time of warI 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 meet 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 nightJa say up to index Were Only Gonna Die For Our Own Arrogance Early man walked away As modernman took controlThere mind's weren't all the sameAnd to conquer was their goalSo he built his great empire And he slaughtered his own kind He died a confused man And killed himself in his own mind(repeat) Were only gonna die for our own arrogance,so we might as well take our time. up to index Don't Push Stolen from an african land Chased out with a knifeWith a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bikeOh well the bars are always open and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night And it goes...If i was Bob Marley I said could you be lovedIf I was half pint I'd ball the lord up aboveIf I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fightIf I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all nightIF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumbIf rhythms were valiums I'd be comfortably numb If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,I'd point that shit straight up at the skyand shoot heaven on down to youOh well the bars are always open, and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night I want a lover, I can't find the time I want a reason, I can't find the rhymeI want to start some static, but I can't afford,to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboardNow a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.Laughter, it's free any time just call me439-0116 when your down with Sublime you getfunky fresh lyrics, you get nothin Stolen from an african landGot chased out of the barI saw (Ice is) my best friend tonite so don't push me too far I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,get hit get hip you knuckle headsRacism is scism on a serious tipYou don't believe me I go and bust your lip.I hear the mountain, it hard to climbRougher the rhythm, then it must be sublimeListen yellow lover you got it right on timeWe got cricket with the quickness and the bassline Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, heytell them reggae music is on the looseHere i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashionGood good vibes that keep on playin, playin People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensiYou're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it (WORD) up to index 5446/Ball and Chain Do you believe I would take such a thing with meand give it to a police man? I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that. If I did that would you say, "Sir come down and put the charge on me"?I wouldn't do that, no I wouldn't do that. I'm not a fool to hurt myself, but I listened what they done to me,they were wrong, they were wrong. Give it to me, one time, Give it to me, two times,, Give it to me, three times,,, Give it to me: four times,,,, Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number.One more time 5447 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number. People listen up don't stand to near I got something that you all should hear. All lies, all the lies she told to me make a little part of history. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time to listen to conflicting points of view. It's a crazy world to live alone, a ball and chain I call my own People listen up don't stand to close I got something that you all should know Holy Matrimony is not for me. Rather die alone in misery. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Isn't that what they used to say? With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew. Turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, a ball and chain I call my own.Crazy world to live alone With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew, turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own. Because marriage doesn't work in the world today It's an institutionthat is in decay. And if I have love I wish to portray, I will surely find another way. Because I was always taught boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later the sweet babys on the way, Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time to listen to conflicting points of view I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own up to index Badfish When you grab a hold of me Tell me that I'll never be set free 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 know the night will never end Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Baby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I never learned The water's too polluted with germs I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead Grab the reef 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 of this reef 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 of this reef up to index Let's Go Get Stoned I swear sometimes your taking me for granted I swear sometime your a whore I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cause everything is such a bore Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick, (MY GOODNESS!)My friends all laughed, said it was my fault said it's time that it happened to me But I know that the show was much more than a low So I'm waiting for the tide to get low If I was an ant liven upon the wall tell me baby would it make any difference at all If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me? Bright lights put me in a trance But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)I don't gamble but I bet, I'm gonna die by my last cigarette Hold me close I always play the mack with this monkey on my back. up to index New Thrash I got so much trouble on my mind,That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemyBut I know the real world always gets the last wordAnd 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 warGo cut education some moreThe people will one day learn and riseCause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked upAt every corner liquor store. up to index Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right (rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye. up to index Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
On the eastside, that's where I met my ramona,"I wanna go to a party," that's what she saidLonely - that's what I been
Here's my telephone number call me..and to a party a house par-ty Whole lotta people jus rally-roun-me and love,she send a message ofloveshe said I love up the way you move, I love the way you rap ,BOPP BOPP.Ramona please step back 'Cause she's my ruca, I'm barely waiting for my hinaShe moved from Long Beach down to LARight now she selling oranges by the freewayI wanna know, Ramona am I the only one tell meand she said "Your not the only one, but your the best Bradly"And know now I waiting for my ruca and I barely pulled up with my hinaI know tonite I be behind her, don't fuck around with my hina. up to index Get out! My place is not a home, don't make no differenceBut I have found that I need a place to stayI never listen to what the landlord man sayYou should've seen the flops in my houseWe were jumping on walls and kicking ceilingsNow a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT" Hold me and don't let goMakes no difference that your a hoCause I need a place to stay and though 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" All the time the people want to know the meaning of the word SublimeIt ain't anarchist, it's the shit you missed We get the minute man loop and add a peni twistWe know you mutha that this is the shit that you put in the box And say damn it's a hit And to 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 econo gang or cess with yellow lover on the d-r-u-m-s Let the lovin take a hold over meLet the lovin take a hold over me"Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'1992 so lets all start unitingPut your hands together be the best you can beLet this jam take us to 1993Stay positive and the love will come back to me up to index 40 Oz to Freedom You've got your hair permedYou've got your red dress onTalkin' bout how second gear was such a turn onAnd the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning hereAnd 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 clockAnd the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,so I'll take that walk. And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin backOhh not going backGod knows not going back You look so fine when you lie it just don't show,That I know which way the wind blows40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,even though I feel bad And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin backOhh not going backGod knows I'm not going backGod knows I'm not going back up to index Smoke Two Joints I smoke two joints in the morning I smoke two joint at nightI smoke two joint in the afternoonIt makes me feel all right I smoke two joints in time of peaceAnd two in time of warI 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 meet 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 nightJa say up to index Were Only Gonna Die For Our Own Arrogance Early man walked away As modernman took controlThere mind's weren't all the sameAnd to conquer was their goalSo he built his great empire And he slaughtered his own kind He died a confused man And killed himself in his own mind(repeat) Were only gonna die for our own arrogance,so we might as well take our time. up to index Don't Push Stolen from an african land Chased out with a knifeWith a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bikeOh well the bars are always open and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night And it goes...If i was Bob Marley I said could you be lovedIf I was half pint I'd ball the lord up aboveIf I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fightIf I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all nightIF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumbIf rhythms were valiums I'd be comfortably numb If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,I'd point that shit straight up at the skyand shoot heaven on down to youOh well the bars are always open, and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night I want a lover, I can't find the time I want a reason, I can't find the rhymeI want to start some static, but I can't afford,to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboardNow a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.Laughter, it's free any time just call me439-0116 when your down with Sublime you getfunky fresh lyrics, you get nothin Stolen from an african landGot chased out of the barI saw (Ice is) my best friend tonite so don't push me too far I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,get hit get hip you knuckle headsRacism is scism on a serious tipYou don't believe me I go and bust your lip.I hear the mountain, it hard to climbRougher the rhythm, then it must be sublimeListen yellow lover you got it right on timeWe got cricket with the quickness and the bassline Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, heytell them reggae music is on the looseHere i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashionGood good vibes that keep on playin, playin People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensiYou're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it (WORD) up to index 5446/Ball and Chain Do you believe I would take such a thing with meand give it to a police man? I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that. If I did that would you say, "Sir come down and put the charge on me"?I wouldn't do that, no I wouldn't do that. I'm not a fool to hurt myself, but I listened what they done to me,they were wrong, they were wrong. Give it to me, one time, Give it to me, two times,, Give it to me, three times,,, Give it to me: four times,,,, Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number.One more time 5447 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number. People listen up don't stand to near I got something that you all should hear. All lies, all the lies she told to me make a little part of history. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time to listen to conflicting points of view. It's a crazy world to live alone, a ball and chain I call my own People listen up don't stand to close I got something that you all should know Holy Matrimony is not for me. Rather die alone in misery. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Isn't that what they used to say? With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew. Turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, a ball and chain I call my own.Crazy world to live alone With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew, turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own. Because marriage doesn't work in the world today It's an institutionthat is in decay. And if I have love I wish to portray, I will surely find another way. Because I was always taught boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later the sweet babys on the way, Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time to listen to conflicting points of view I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own up to index Badfish When you grab a hold of me Tell me that I'll never be set free 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 know the night will never end Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Baby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I never learned The water's too polluted with germs I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead Grab the reef 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 of this reef 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 of this reef up to index Let's Go Get Stoned I swear sometimes your taking me for granted I swear sometime your a whore I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cause everything is such a bore Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick, (MY GOODNESS!)My friends all laughed, said it was my fault said it's time that it happened to me But I know that the show was much more than a low So I'm waiting for the tide to get low If I was an ant liven upon the wall tell me baby would it make any difference at all If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me? Bright lights put me in a trance But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)I don't gamble but I bet, I'm gonna die by my last cigarette Hold me close I always play the mack with this monkey on my back. up to index New Thrash I got so much trouble on my mind,That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemyBut I know the real world always gets the last wordAnd 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 warGo cut education some moreThe people will one day learn and riseCause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked upAt every corner liquor store. up to index Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right (rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye. up to index Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
'Cause she's my ruca, I'm barely waiting for my hinaShe moved from Long Beach down to LARight now she selling oranges by the freewayI wanna know, Ramona am I the only one tell meand she said "Your not the only one, but your the best Bradly"And know now I waiting for my ruca and I barely pulled up with my hinaI know tonite I be behind her, don't fuck around with my hina.
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Get out! My place is not a home, don't make no differenceBut I have found that I need a place to stayI never listen to what the landlord man sayYou should've seen the flops in my houseWe were jumping on walls and kicking ceilingsNow a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT" Hold me and don't let goMakes no difference that your a hoCause I need a place to stay and though 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" All the time the people want to know the meaning of the word SublimeIt ain't anarchist, it's the shit you missed We get the minute man loop and add a peni twistWe know you mutha that this is the shit that you put in the box And say damn it's a hit And to 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 econo gang or cess with yellow lover on the d-r-u-m-s Let the lovin take a hold over meLet the lovin take a hold over me"Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'1992 so lets all start unitingPut your hands together be the best you can beLet this jam take us to 1993Stay positive and the love will come back to me up to index 40 Oz to Freedom You've got your hair permedYou've got your red dress onTalkin' bout how second gear was such a turn onAnd the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning hereAnd 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 clockAnd the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,so I'll take that walk. And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin backOhh not going backGod knows not going back You look so fine when you lie it just don't show,That I know which way the wind blows40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,even though I feel bad And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin backOhh not going backGod knows I'm not going backGod knows I'm not going back up to index Smoke Two Joints I smoke two joints in the morning I smoke two joint at nightI smoke two joint in the afternoonIt makes me feel all right I smoke two joints in time of peaceAnd two in time of warI 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 meet 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 nightJa say up to index Were Only Gonna Die For Our Own Arrogance Early man walked away As modernman took controlThere mind's weren't all the sameAnd to conquer was their goalSo he built his great empire And he slaughtered his own kind He died a confused man And killed himself in his own mind(repeat) Were only gonna die for our own arrogance,so we might as well take our time. up to index Don't Push Stolen from an african land Chased out with a knifeWith a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bikeOh well the bars are always open and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night And it goes...If i was Bob Marley I said could you be lovedIf I was half pint I'd ball the lord up aboveIf I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fightIf I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all nightIF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumbIf rhythms were valiums I'd be comfortably numb If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,I'd point that shit straight up at the skyand shoot heaven on down to youOh well the bars are always open, and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night I want a lover, I can't find the time I want a reason, I can't find the rhymeI want to start some static, but I can't afford,to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboardNow a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.Laughter, it's free any time just call me439-0116 when your down with Sublime you getfunky fresh lyrics, you get nothin Stolen from an african landGot chased out of the barI saw (Ice is) my best friend tonite so don't push me too far I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,get hit get hip you knuckle headsRacism is scism on a serious tipYou don't believe me I go and bust your lip.I hear the mountain, it hard to climbRougher the rhythm, then it must be sublimeListen yellow lover you got it right on timeWe got cricket with the quickness and the bassline Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, heytell them reggae music is on the looseHere i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashionGood good vibes that keep on playin, playin People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensiYou're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it (WORD) up to index 5446/Ball and Chain Do you believe I would take such a thing with meand give it to a police man? I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that. If I did that would you say, "Sir come down and put the charge on me"?I wouldn't do that, no I wouldn't do that. I'm not a fool to hurt myself, but I listened what they done to me,they were wrong, they were wrong. Give it to me, one time, Give it to me, two times,, Give it to me, three times,,, Give it to me: four times,,,, Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number.One more time 5447 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number. People listen up don't stand to near I got something that you all should hear. All lies, all the lies she told to me make a little part of history. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time to listen to conflicting points of view. It's a crazy world to live alone, a ball and chain I call my own People listen up don't stand to close I got something that you all should know Holy Matrimony is not for me. Rather die alone in misery. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Isn't that what they used to say? With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew. Turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, a ball and chain I call my own.Crazy world to live alone With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew, turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own. Because marriage doesn't work in the world today It's an institutionthat is in decay. And if I have love I wish to portray, I will surely find another way. Because I was always taught boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later the sweet babys on the way, Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time to listen to conflicting points of view I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own up to index Badfish When you grab a hold of me Tell me that I'll never be set free 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 know the night will never end Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Baby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I never learned The water's too polluted with germs I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead Grab the reef 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 of this reef 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 of this reef up to index Let's Go Get Stoned I swear sometimes your taking me for granted I swear sometime your a whore I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cause everything is such a bore Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick, (MY GOODNESS!)My friends all laughed, said it was my fault said it's time that it happened to me But I know that the show was much more than a low So I'm waiting for the tide to get low If I was an ant liven upon the wall tell me baby would it make any difference at all If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me? Bright lights put me in a trance But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)I don't gamble but I bet, I'm gonna die by my last cigarette Hold me close I always play the mack with this monkey on my back. up to index New Thrash I got so much trouble on my mind,That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemyBut I know the real world always gets the last wordAnd 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 warGo cut education some moreThe people will one day learn and riseCause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked upAt every corner liquor store. up to index Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right (rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye. up to index Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
My place is not a home, don't make no differenceBut I have found that I need a place to stayI never listen to what the landlord man sayYou should've seen the flops in my houseWe were jumping on walls and kicking ceilingsNow a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT"
Hold me and don't let goMakes no difference that your a hoCause I need a place to stay and though 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"
All the time the people want to know the meaning of the word SublimeIt ain't anarchist, it's the shit you missed We get the minute man loop and add a peni twistWe know you mutha that this is the shit that you put in the box And say damn it's a hit And to 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 econo gang or cess with yellow lover on the d-r-u-m-s Let the lovin take a hold over meLet the lovin take a hold over me"Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'1992 so lets all start unitingPut your hands together be the best you can beLet this jam take us to 1993Stay positive and the love will come back to me up to index 40 Oz to Freedom You've got your hair permedYou've got your red dress onTalkin' bout how second gear was such a turn onAnd the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning hereAnd 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 clockAnd the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,so I'll take that walk. And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin backOhh not going backGod knows not going back You look so fine when you lie it just don't show,That I know which way the wind blows40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,even though I feel bad And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin backOhh not going backGod knows I'm not going backGod knows I'm not going back up to index Smoke Two Joints I smoke two joints in the morning I smoke two joint at nightI smoke two joint in the afternoonIt makes me feel all right I smoke two joints in time of peaceAnd two in time of warI 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 meet 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 nightJa say up to index Were Only Gonna Die For Our Own Arrogance Early man walked away As modernman took controlThere mind's weren't all the sameAnd to conquer was their goalSo he built his great empire And he slaughtered his own kind He died a confused man And killed himself in his own mind(repeat) Were only gonna die for our own arrogance,so we might as well take our time. up to index Don't Push Stolen from an african land Chased out with a knifeWith a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bikeOh well the bars are always open and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night And it goes...If i was Bob Marley I said could you be lovedIf I was half pint I'd ball the lord up aboveIf I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fightIf I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all nightIF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumbIf rhythms were valiums I'd be comfortably numb If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,I'd point that shit straight up at the skyand shoot heaven on down to youOh well the bars are always open, and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night I want a lover, I can't find the time I want a reason, I can't find the rhymeI want to start some static, but I can't afford,to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboardNow a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.Laughter, it's free any time just call me439-0116 when your down with Sublime you getfunky fresh lyrics, you get nothin Stolen from an african landGot chased out of the barI saw (Ice is) my best friend tonite so don't push me too far I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,get hit get hip you knuckle headsRacism is scism on a serious tipYou don't believe me I go and bust your lip.I hear the mountain, it hard to climbRougher the rhythm, then it must be sublimeListen yellow lover you got it right on timeWe got cricket with the quickness and the bassline Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, heytell them reggae music is on the looseHere i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashionGood good vibes that keep on playin, playin People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensiYou're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it (WORD) up to index 5446/Ball and Chain Do you believe I would take such a thing with meand give it to a police man? I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that. If I did that would you say, "Sir come down and put the charge on me"?I wouldn't do that, no I wouldn't do that. I'm not a fool to hurt myself, but I listened what they done to me,they were wrong, they were wrong. Give it to me, one time, Give it to me, two times,, Give it to me, three times,,, Give it to me: four times,,,, Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number.One more time 5447 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number. People listen up don't stand to near I got something that you all should hear. All lies, all the lies she told to me make a little part of history. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time to listen to conflicting points of view. It's a crazy world to live alone, a ball and chain I call my own People listen up don't stand to close I got something that you all should know Holy Matrimony is not for me. Rather die alone in misery. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Isn't that what they used to say? With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew. Turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, a ball and chain I call my own.Crazy world to live alone With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew, turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own. Because marriage doesn't work in the world today It's an institutionthat is in decay. And if I have love I wish to portray, I will surely find another way. Because I was always taught boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later the sweet babys on the way, Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time to listen to conflicting points of view I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own up to index Badfish When you grab a hold of me Tell me that I'll never be set free 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 know the night will never end Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Baby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I never learned The water's too polluted with germs I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead Grab the reef 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 of this reef 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 of this reef up to index Let's Go Get Stoned I swear sometimes your taking me for granted I swear sometime your a whore I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cause everything is such a bore Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick, (MY GOODNESS!)My friends all laughed, said it was my fault said it's time that it happened to me But I know that the show was much more than a low So I'm waiting for the tide to get low If I was an ant liven upon the wall tell me baby would it make any difference at all If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me? Bright lights put me in a trance But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)I don't gamble but I bet, I'm gonna die by my last cigarette Hold me close I always play the mack with this monkey on my back. up to index New Thrash I got so much trouble on my mind,That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemyBut I know the real world always gets the last wordAnd 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 warGo cut education some moreThe people will one day learn and riseCause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked upAt every corner liquor store. up to index Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right (rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye. up to index Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
Let the lovin take a hold over meLet the lovin take a hold over me"Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'1992 so lets all start unitingPut your hands together be the best you can beLet this jam take us to 1993Stay positive and the love will come back to me
40 Oz to Freedom You've got your hair permedYou've got your red dress onTalkin' bout how second gear was such a turn onAnd the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning hereAnd 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 clockAnd the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,so I'll take that walk. And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin backOhh not going backGod knows not going back You look so fine when you lie it just don't show,That I know which way the wind blows40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,even though I feel bad And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin backOhh not going backGod knows I'm not going backGod knows I'm not going back up to index Smoke Two Joints I smoke two joints in the morning I smoke two joint at nightI smoke two joint in the afternoonIt makes me feel all right I smoke two joints in time of peaceAnd two in time of warI 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 meet 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 nightJa say up to index Were Only Gonna Die For Our Own Arrogance Early man walked away As modernman took controlThere mind's weren't all the sameAnd to conquer was their goalSo he built his great empire And he slaughtered his own kind He died a confused man And killed himself in his own mind(repeat) Were only gonna die for our own arrogance,so we might as well take our time. up to index Don't Push Stolen from an african land Chased out with a knifeWith a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bikeOh well the bars are always open and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night And it goes...If i was Bob Marley I said could you be lovedIf I was half pint I'd ball the lord up aboveIf I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fightIf I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all nightIF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumbIf rhythms were valiums I'd be comfortably numb If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,I'd point that shit straight up at the skyand shoot heaven on down to youOh well the bars are always open, and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night I want a lover, I can't find the time I want a reason, I can't find the rhymeI want to start some static, but I can't afford,to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboardNow a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.Laughter, it's free any time just call me439-0116 when your down with Sublime you getfunky fresh lyrics, you get nothin Stolen from an african landGot chased out of the barI saw (Ice is) my best friend tonite so don't push me too far I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,get hit get hip you knuckle headsRacism is scism on a serious tipYou don't believe me I go and bust your lip.I hear the mountain, it hard to climbRougher the rhythm, then it must be sublimeListen yellow lover you got it right on timeWe got cricket with the quickness and the bassline Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, heytell them reggae music is on the looseHere i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashionGood good vibes that keep on playin, playin People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensiYou're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it (WORD) up to index 5446/Ball and Chain Do you believe I would take such a thing with meand give it to a police man? I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that. If I did that would you say, "Sir come down and put the charge on me"?I wouldn't do that, no I wouldn't do that. I'm not a fool to hurt myself, but I listened what they done to me,they were wrong, they were wrong. Give it to me, one time, Give it to me, two times,, Give it to me, three times,,, Give it to me: four times,,,, Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number.One more time 5447 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number. People listen up don't stand to near I got something that you all should hear. All lies, all the lies she told to me make a little part of history. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time to listen to conflicting points of view. It's a crazy world to live alone, a ball and chain I call my own People listen up don't stand to close I got something that you all should know Holy Matrimony is not for me. Rather die alone in misery. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Isn't that what they used to say? With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew. Turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, a ball and chain I call my own.Crazy world to live alone With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew, turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own. Because marriage doesn't work in the world today It's an institutionthat is in decay. And if I have love I wish to portray, I will surely find another way. Because I was always taught boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later the sweet babys on the way, Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time to listen to conflicting points of view I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own up to index Badfish When you grab a hold of me Tell me that I'll never be set free 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 know the night will never end Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Baby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I never learned The water's too polluted with germs I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead Grab the reef 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 of this reef 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 of this reef up to index Let's Go Get Stoned I swear sometimes your taking me for granted I swear sometime your a whore I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cause everything is such a bore Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick, (MY GOODNESS!)My friends all laughed, said it was my fault said it's time that it happened to me But I know that the show was much more than a low So I'm waiting for the tide to get low If I was an ant liven upon the wall tell me baby would it make any difference at all If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me? Bright lights put me in a trance But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)I don't gamble but I bet, I'm gonna die by my last cigarette Hold me close I always play the mack with this monkey on my back. up to index New Thrash I got so much trouble on my mind,That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemyBut I know the real world always gets the last wordAnd 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 warGo cut education some moreThe people will one day learn and riseCause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked upAt every corner liquor store. up to index Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right (rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye. up to index Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
You've got your hair permedYou've got your red dress onTalkin' bout how second gear was such a turn onAnd the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning hereAnd 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 clockAnd the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,so I'll take that walk.
And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin backOhh not going backGod knows not going back
You look so fine when you lie it just don't show,That I know which way the wind blows40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,even though I feel bad
And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin backOhh not going backGod knows I'm not going backGod knows I'm not going back
Smoke Two Joints I smoke two joints in the morning I smoke two joint at nightI smoke two joint in the afternoonIt makes me feel all right I smoke two joints in time of peaceAnd two in time of warI 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 meet 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 nightJa say up to index Were Only Gonna Die For Our Own Arrogance Early man walked away As modernman took controlThere mind's weren't all the sameAnd to conquer was their goalSo he built his great empire And he slaughtered his own kind He died a confused man And killed himself in his own mind(repeat) Were only gonna die for our own arrogance,so we might as well take our time. up to index Don't Push Stolen from an african land Chased out with a knifeWith a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bikeOh well the bars are always open and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night And it goes...If i was Bob Marley I said could you be lovedIf I was half pint I'd ball the lord up aboveIf I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fightIf I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all nightIF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumbIf rhythms were valiums I'd be comfortably numb If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,I'd point that shit straight up at the skyand shoot heaven on down to youOh well the bars are always open, and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night I want a lover, I can't find the time I want a reason, I can't find the rhymeI want to start some static, but I can't afford,to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboardNow a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.Laughter, it's free any time just call me439-0116 when your down with Sublime you getfunky fresh lyrics, you get nothin Stolen from an african landGot chased out of the barI saw (Ice is) my best friend tonite so don't push me too far I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,get hit get hip you knuckle headsRacism is scism on a serious tipYou don't believe me I go and bust your lip.I hear the mountain, it hard to climbRougher the rhythm, then it must be sublimeListen yellow lover you got it right on timeWe got cricket with the quickness and the bassline Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, heytell them reggae music is on the looseHere i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashionGood good vibes that keep on playin, playin People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensiYou're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it (WORD) up to index 5446/Ball and Chain Do you believe I would take such a thing with meand give it to a police man? I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that. If I did that would you say, "Sir come down and put the charge on me"?I wouldn't do that, no I wouldn't do that. I'm not a fool to hurt myself, but I listened what they done to me,they were wrong, they were wrong. Give it to me, one time, Give it to me, two times,, Give it to me, three times,,, Give it to me: four times,,,, Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number.One more time 5447 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number. People listen up don't stand to near I got something that you all should hear. All lies, all the lies she told to me make a little part of history. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time to listen to conflicting points of view. It's a crazy world to live alone, a ball and chain I call my own People listen up don't stand to close I got something that you all should know Holy Matrimony is not for me. Rather die alone in misery. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Isn't that what they used to say? With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew. Turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, a ball and chain I call my own.Crazy world to live alone With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew, turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own. Because marriage doesn't work in the world today It's an institutionthat is in decay. And if I have love I wish to portray, I will surely find another way. Because I was always taught boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later the sweet babys on the way, Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time to listen to conflicting points of view I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own up to index Badfish When you grab a hold of me Tell me that I'll never be set free 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 know the night will never end Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Baby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I never learned The water's too polluted with germs I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead Grab the reef 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 of this reef 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 of this reef up to index Let's Go Get Stoned I swear sometimes your taking me for granted I swear sometime your a whore I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cause everything is such a bore Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick, (MY GOODNESS!)My friends all laughed, said it was my fault said it's time that it happened to me But I know that the show was much more than a low So I'm waiting for the tide to get low If I was an ant liven upon the wall tell me baby would it make any difference at all If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me? Bright lights put me in a trance But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)I don't gamble but I bet, I'm gonna die by my last cigarette Hold me close I always play the mack with this monkey on my back. up to index New Thrash I got so much trouble on my mind,That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemyBut I know the real world always gets the last wordAnd 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 warGo cut education some moreThe people will one day learn and riseCause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked upAt every corner liquor store. up to index Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right (rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye. up to index Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
I smoke two joints in the morning I smoke two joint at nightI smoke two joint in the afternoonIt makes me feel all right
I smoke two joints in time of peaceAnd two in time of warI 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 meet 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 nightJa say
Were Only Gonna Die For Our Own Arrogance Early man walked away As modernman took controlThere mind's weren't all the sameAnd to conquer was their goalSo he built his great empire And he slaughtered his own kind He died a confused man And killed himself in his own mind(repeat) Were only gonna die for our own arrogance,so we might as well take our time. up to index Don't Push Stolen from an african land Chased out with a knifeWith a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bikeOh well the bars are always open and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night And it goes...If i was Bob Marley I said could you be lovedIf I was half pint I'd ball the lord up aboveIf I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fightIf I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all nightIF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumbIf rhythms were valiums I'd be comfortably numb If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,I'd point that shit straight up at the skyand shoot heaven on down to youOh well the bars are always open, and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night I want a lover, I can't find the time I want a reason, I can't find the rhymeI want to start some static, but I can't afford,to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboardNow a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.Laughter, it's free any time just call me439-0116 when your down with Sublime you getfunky fresh lyrics, you get nothin Stolen from an african landGot chased out of the barI saw (Ice is) my best friend tonite so don't push me too far I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,get hit get hip you knuckle headsRacism is scism on a serious tipYou don't believe me I go and bust your lip.I hear the mountain, it hard to climbRougher the rhythm, then it must be sublimeListen yellow lover you got it right on timeWe got cricket with the quickness and the bassline Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, heytell them reggae music is on the looseHere i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashionGood good vibes that keep on playin, playin People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensiYou're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it (WORD) up to index 5446/Ball and Chain Do you believe I would take such a thing with meand give it to a police man? I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that. If I did that would you say, "Sir come down and put the charge on me"?I wouldn't do that, no I wouldn't do that. I'm not a fool to hurt myself, but I listened what they done to me,they were wrong, they were wrong. Give it to me, one time, Give it to me, two times,, Give it to me, three times,,, Give it to me: four times,,,, Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number.One more time 5447 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number. People listen up don't stand to near I got something that you all should hear. All lies, all the lies she told to me make a little part of history. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time to listen to conflicting points of view. It's a crazy world to live alone, a ball and chain I call my own People listen up don't stand to close I got something that you all should know Holy Matrimony is not for me. Rather die alone in misery. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Isn't that what they used to say? With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew. Turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, a ball and chain I call my own.Crazy world to live alone With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew, turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own. Because marriage doesn't work in the world today It's an institutionthat is in decay. And if I have love I wish to portray, I will surely find another way. Because I was always taught boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later the sweet babys on the way, Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time to listen to conflicting points of view I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own up to index Badfish When you grab a hold of me Tell me that I'll never be set free 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 know the night will never end Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Baby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I never learned The water's too polluted with germs I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead Grab the reef 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 of this reef 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 of this reef up to index Let's Go Get Stoned I swear sometimes your taking me for granted I swear sometime your a whore I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cause everything is such a bore Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick, (MY GOODNESS!)My friends all laughed, said it was my fault said it's time that it happened to me But I know that the show was much more than a low So I'm waiting for the tide to get low If I was an ant liven upon the wall tell me baby would it make any difference at all If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me? Bright lights put me in a trance But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)I don't gamble but I bet, I'm gonna die by my last cigarette Hold me close I always play the mack with this monkey on my back. up to index New Thrash I got so much trouble on my mind,That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemyBut I know the real world always gets the last wordAnd 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 warGo cut education some moreThe people will one day learn and riseCause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked upAt every corner liquor store. up to index Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right (rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye. up to index Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
Early man walked away As modernman took controlThere mind's weren't all the sameAnd to conquer was their goalSo he built his great empire And he slaughtered his own kind He died a confused man And killed himself in his own mind(repeat)
Were only gonna die for our own arrogance,so we might as well take our time.
Don't Push Stolen from an african land Chased out with a knifeWith a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bikeOh well the bars are always open and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night And it goes...If i was Bob Marley I said could you be lovedIf I was half pint I'd ball the lord up aboveIf I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fightIf I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all nightIF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumbIf rhythms were valiums I'd be comfortably numb If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,I'd point that shit straight up at the skyand shoot heaven on down to youOh well the bars are always open, and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night I want a lover, I can't find the time I want a reason, I can't find the rhymeI want to start some static, but I can't afford,to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboardNow a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.Laughter, it's free any time just call me439-0116 when your down with Sublime you getfunky fresh lyrics, you get nothin Stolen from an african landGot chased out of the barI saw (Ice is) my best friend tonite so don't push me too far I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,get hit get hip you knuckle headsRacism is scism on a serious tipYou don't believe me I go and bust your lip.I hear the mountain, it hard to climbRougher the rhythm, then it must be sublimeListen yellow lover you got it right on timeWe got cricket with the quickness and the bassline Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, heytell them reggae music is on the looseHere i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashionGood good vibes that keep on playin, playin People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensiYou're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it (WORD) up to index 5446/Ball and Chain Do you believe I would take such a thing with meand give it to a police man? I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that. If I did that would you say, "Sir come down and put the charge on me"?I wouldn't do that, no I wouldn't do that. I'm not a fool to hurt myself, but I listened what they done to me,they were wrong, they were wrong. Give it to me, one time, Give it to me, two times,, Give it to me, three times,,, Give it to me: four times,,,, Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number.One more time 5447 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number. People listen up don't stand to near I got something that you all should hear. All lies, all the lies she told to me make a little part of history. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time to listen to conflicting points of view. It's a crazy world to live alone, a ball and chain I call my own People listen up don't stand to close I got something that you all should know Holy Matrimony is not for me. Rather die alone in misery. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Isn't that what they used to say? With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew. Turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, a ball and chain I call my own.Crazy world to live alone With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew, turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own. Because marriage doesn't work in the world today It's an institutionthat is in decay. And if I have love I wish to portray, I will surely find another way. Because I was always taught boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later the sweet babys on the way, Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time to listen to conflicting points of view I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own up to index Badfish When you grab a hold of me Tell me that I'll never be set free 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 know the night will never end Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Baby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I never learned The water's too polluted with germs I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead Grab the reef 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 of this reef 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 of this reef up to index Let's Go Get Stoned I swear sometimes your taking me for granted I swear sometime your a whore I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cause everything is such a bore Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick, (MY GOODNESS!)My friends all laughed, said it was my fault said it's time that it happened to me But I know that the show was much more than a low So I'm waiting for the tide to get low If I was an ant liven upon the wall tell me baby would it make any difference at all If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me? Bright lights put me in a trance But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)I don't gamble but I bet, I'm gonna die by my last cigarette Hold me close I always play the mack with this monkey on my back. up to index New Thrash I got so much trouble on my mind,That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemyBut I know the real world always gets the last wordAnd 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 warGo cut education some moreThe people will one day learn and riseCause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked upAt every corner liquor store. up to index Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right (rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye. up to index Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
Stolen from an african land Chased out with a knifeWith a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bikeOh well the bars are always open and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night
And it goes...If i was Bob Marley I said could you be lovedIf I was half pint I'd ball the lord up aboveIf I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fightIf I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all nightIF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumbIf rhythms were valiums I'd be comfortably numb
If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,I'd point that shit straight up at the skyand shoot heaven on down to youOh well the bars are always open, and the time is always rightAnd if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night
I want a lover, I can't find the time I want a reason, I can't find the rhymeI want to start some static, but I can't afford,to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboardNow a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.Laughter, it's free any time just call me439-0116 when your down with Sublime you getfunky fresh lyrics, you get nothin
Stolen from an african landGot chased out of the barI saw (Ice is) my best friend tonite so don't push me too far
I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,get hit get hip you knuckle headsRacism is scism on a serious tipYou don't believe me I go and bust your lip.I hear the mountain, it hard to climbRougher the rhythm, then it must be sublimeListen yellow lover you got it right on timeWe got cricket with the quickness and the bassline
Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, heytell them reggae music is on the looseHere i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashionGood good vibes that keep on playin, playin
People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensiYou're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it (WORD)
5446/Ball and Chain Do you believe I would take such a thing with meand give it to a police man? I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that. If I did that would you say, "Sir come down and put the charge on me"?I wouldn't do that, no I wouldn't do that. I'm not a fool to hurt myself, but I listened what they done to me,they were wrong, they were wrong. Give it to me, one time, Give it to me, two times,, Give it to me, three times,,, Give it to me: four times,,,, Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number.One more time 5447 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number. People listen up don't stand to near I got something that you all should hear. All lies, all the lies she told to me make a little part of history. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time to listen to conflicting points of view. It's a crazy world to live alone, a ball and chain I call my own People listen up don't stand to close I got something that you all should know Holy Matrimony is not for me. Rather die alone in misery. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Isn't that what they used to say? With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew. Turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, a ball and chain I call my own.Crazy world to live alone With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew, turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own. Because marriage doesn't work in the world today It's an institutionthat is in decay. And if I have love I wish to portray, I will surely find another way. Because I was always taught boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later the sweet babys on the way, Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time to listen to conflicting points of view I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own up to index Badfish When you grab a hold of me Tell me that I'll never be set free 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 know the night will never end Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Baby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I never learned The water's too polluted with germs I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead Grab the reef 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 of this reef 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 of this reef up to index Let's Go Get Stoned I swear sometimes your taking me for granted I swear sometime your a whore I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cause everything is such a bore Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick, (MY GOODNESS!)My friends all laughed, said it was my fault said it's time that it happened to me But I know that the show was much more than a low So I'm waiting for the tide to get low If I was an ant liven upon the wall tell me baby would it make any difference at all If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me? Bright lights put me in a trance But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)I don't gamble but I bet, I'm gonna die by my last cigarette Hold me close I always play the mack with this monkey on my back. up to index New Thrash I got so much trouble on my mind,That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemyBut I know the real world always gets the last wordAnd 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 warGo cut education some moreThe people will one day learn and riseCause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked upAt every corner liquor store. up to index Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right (rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye. up to index Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
Do you believe I would take such a thing with meand give it to a police man? I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that. If I did that would you say, "Sir come down and put the charge on me"?I wouldn't do that, no I wouldn't do that. I'm not a fool to hurt myself, but I listened what they done to me,they were wrong, they were wrong.
Give it to me, one time, Give it to me, two times,, Give it to me, three times,,, Give it to me: four times,,,,
Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number.One more time 5447 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number.
People listen up don't stand to near I got something that you all should hear. All lies, all the lies she told to me make a little part of history. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time to listen to conflicting points of view. It's a crazy world to live alone, a ball and chain I call my own
People listen up don't stand to close I got something that you all should know Holy Matrimony is not for me. Rather die alone in misery. I was always taught that boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way. Isn't that what they used to say? With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew. Turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, a ball and chain I call my own.Crazy world to live alone
With a girl that you knew, and the bonds that we grew, turned into a ball and chain. I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own. Because marriage doesn't work in the world today It's an institutionthat is in decay. And if I have love I wish to portray, I will surely find another way.
Because I was always taught boy meets girl, fall in love get married and forget the world. Nine months later the sweet babys on the way, Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok. I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time to listen to conflicting points of view I step into the great unknown, with a ball and chain I call my own
Badfish When you grab a hold of me Tell me that I'll never be set free 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 know the night will never end Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Baby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I never learned The water's too polluted with germs I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead Grab the reef 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 of this reef 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 of this reef up to index Let's Go Get Stoned I swear sometimes your taking me for granted I swear sometime your a whore I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cause everything is such a bore Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick, (MY GOODNESS!)My friends all laughed, said it was my fault said it's time that it happened to me But I know that the show was much more than a low So I'm waiting for the tide to get low If I was an ant liven upon the wall tell me baby would it make any difference at all If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me? Bright lights put me in a trance But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)I don't gamble but I bet, I'm gonna die by my last cigarette Hold me close I always play the mack with this monkey on my back. up to index New Thrash I got so much trouble on my mind,That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemyBut I know the real world always gets the last wordAnd 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 warGo cut education some moreThe people will one day learn and riseCause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked upAt every corner liquor store. up to index Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right (rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye. up to index Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
When you grab a hold of me Tell me that I'll never be set free 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 know the night will never end Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef
Baby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I never learned The water's too polluted with germs I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead Grab the reef 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 of this reef
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 of this reef
Let's Go Get Stoned I swear sometimes your taking me for granted I swear sometime your a whore I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cause everything is such a bore Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick, (MY GOODNESS!)My friends all laughed, said it was my fault said it's time that it happened to me But I know that the show was much more than a low So I'm waiting for the tide to get low If I was an ant liven upon the wall tell me baby would it make any difference at all If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me? Bright lights put me in a trance But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)I don't gamble but I bet, I'm gonna die by my last cigarette Hold me close I always play the mack with this monkey on my back. up to index New Thrash I got so much trouble on my mind,That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemyBut I know the real world always gets the last wordAnd 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 warGo cut education some moreThe people will one day learn and riseCause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked upAt every corner liquor store. up to index Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right (rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye. up to index Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
I swear sometimes your taking me for granted I swear sometime your a whore I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cause everything is such a bore
Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick, (MY GOODNESS!)My friends all laughed, said it was my fault said it's time that it happened to me But I know that the show was much more than a low So I'm waiting for the tide to get low
If I was an ant liven upon the wall tell me baby would it make any difference at all If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me? Bright lights put me in a trance But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)I don't gamble but I bet, I'm gonna die by my last cigarette Hold me close I always play the mack with this monkey on my back.
New Thrash I got so much trouble on my mind,That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemyBut I know the real world always gets the last wordAnd 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 warGo cut education some moreThe people will one day learn and riseCause not everyone is out to score. People always ask me why people are all fucked upAt every corner liquor store. up to index Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right (rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye. up to index Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
I got so much trouble on my mind,That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemyBut I know the real world always gets the last wordAnd 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 warGo cut education some moreThe people will one day learn and riseCause not everyone is out to score.
People always ask me why people are all fucked upAt every corner liquor store.
Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right (rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye. up to index Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
As I was walkin down rubadub squareNot a chill to the window a little to the airFrom another direction she was caught in my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try..might as well try
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I could tell without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls
Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrongAs everything works out the way it does in this songCause once in a while you get shown in the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right
(rap) It was the summer of love and I thank the stars aboveBecause the women took the lovin over meAnd just to gain her trust, I bought a microbusBecause I sold off my personal property
A tie-dyed dress , she was a psychedelic messWe toured to the north, south, east and westWe sold some mushroom tea,Sold some ecstasy,Sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCPNow I hear the police coming after me Now I hear the police coming after meThe one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,She's got the police coming after me
Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesAll scarlet begonias and a touch of the bluesAnd there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way just to let her pass bye.
Live at E's Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee 5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity. up to index D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my doorAs she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:I'm on the mic doin things you like The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history
uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejectedI am the most impressive- aspective and progressive-motivating, innovating, chillin and digestedIts obvious as ever it will be specializedYour trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromisedI am a fresh MCAs you can plainly seeYou won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agreeSo take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh
Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight
My name is eric I have nothing to say because I am not a fucking d.j.And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee
5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity.
D.J.s All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail up to index Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wessonA 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightAll of the d.j.s surely have taken a lessonTry 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 gatIf you wanna walk with me, bound to come downWith the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae musicGotta 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightRubadub 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 rightBut still I set and lie awake all nightDred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his missionTo see his pain would be his greatest ambitionWe will survive in this world of competitionTo make sure that till the ..is done
I won't wait so longFor youStop your messin around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail
Chica me Tipo No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint) Chorus Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you) No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket) Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property) I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her. up to index Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
No me importa que sería. (It doesn't matter to me what it would be) Porque todo se quitará (Because everything will go away) Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you) Ni en pintura (Not even in paint)
Chorus
Cuando empecemos, no me dió cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize) De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay) Pero, se dice también (but, it is also said) Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you) Con ti (with you)
No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach) Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live) Pero el amigo (But a friend) Es un condón en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket)
Yo no soy médico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely) Pero si se cambie (But if she changes) Ella sería la mia (She will be mine) Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property) en propeidad (As property)
I've got to get alive with you Whoa I cannot do? I will lay down anytime with her with her.
Right Back Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from up to index What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel aloneYour girl friend said so but I don't really knowThat 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 tuneDidn't have no need for that bed in my hotel roomSometimes right now since I've left the penI feel like I'm right back in it again
Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo 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 aloneMy girlfriend said so, she's a little hoThat don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground
Sometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm fromDon't tease me, don't tease me, don't teaseSometimes I play, waiting waiting for some bright holidaySo I got myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from
What Happened? What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun What happened? Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me What happened? What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell (Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule. What happened? What happened? Let's go (Chorus) up to index New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
What happened?Wake up in the morning,clock says half past oneI have no sunglassesAs I step into the sun
There's no recollectionof the evil things I've doneMy head feels like I musta' had some fun
What happened?
Last thing I rememberI was chillin at a partyPinching grily's assesI was drinking recklessly
I know I did somethingLord what could it beWoke up in the morningAnd all my friends say me
What I'm I doing hereWho is this girl in my bedWhat is this shit on my faceMy God, what is that awful smell
(Chorus)She may be an angelShe may be a queenShe might be black, white, American, Indian or JapaneseThru a bottle at a bouncerDidn't think that he was coolPissed in someones drinkAnd thru a bike into a pool
Driven down the side walkLike a crazy possessed foolI broke every single traffic rule.
What happened? What happened?
Let's go
(Chorus)
New Song I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh! Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene 'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said "Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much. up to index Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch But I won't stress and I won't switch And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind Takes up all of my time, And I said, ooh!
Running from a gun Or some brain that ways a ton And my God, it hurts to get so low Searchin' through the cars Cold, still searchin' through the night I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight
And God may find a reason Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time He who stands for freedom God knows I've got the number But maybe I just use too much
I was sitting in that bar I'm sittin' in that stolen car Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard Saw you with a gleam And the microphone scene
'Think I will run, to you But I know I won't live for me Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme Please tell me, why he takes up all my time I've been drinking, just like you And baby, you've got something I can use
Payback's a mother fuckin' blast But I won't stress and I won't blast And I would not take my life Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above Takes up all of my time And I said
"Why must I feel like that" Running from a gun And some brain that ways a ton You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave
But, all the D.J.'s do it All the D.J.'s use it I would run, I would switch But I wanna be the same
And I know I'll find a reason 'Cause I always bust a rhyme Because it takes up nearly all my time The "T" hear stands for treason The "D" hear stands for dove
And maybe I just use too, Maybe I'm just used too much.
Ebin "You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts" Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed up to index Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
"You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts"
Out my window cool and brightFade so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed
Ebin was a cooly that I used to knowNow he's down with the PLOHe's cold kickin it live with the KKKNo xxx, No JFA
Cooly was sportin' black denim shoesDealing he was looking for something to useWith a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boozeWell, it could be me or it could be youOh feels like my whole life is rearranged
Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...Oh how you changedOh you changed,Oh how you changed
I give you a hard time, didn't want to stayGot outta jail just the very next dayIt's plain to see my friend Ebin is a NaziHe was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah
Hooked on crack just the other dayNow he's down with the CIAWe got covert operation in VietnamMaking hits and assasination he's long gone
He went down to protect his countryEat Mexican food and makes lots o' moneyCome back a God and drive a big white carAnd take himself a plane down to NicaraguaWell it feels like I'm the only one to blame
Oh Ebin you changedEbin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin youOh you changed,Oh you changed,Oh how you changed
Out my window cool and brightDay so slowly into nightFunny how things look the sameNow that my friend Ebin's changed
Date Rape 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 Hell. 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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee. The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE She didn't want to TAKE IT! up to index Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
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 Hell.
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 doorAnd 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 carHe 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 Stylee.
The next day she went to her drawer, look up her local attorney at law,went to the phone and filed the 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 yearsAnd now his hearted 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 to be 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.DATE RAPE
She didn't want to TAKE IT!
Hope How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance. So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one. You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one. up to index KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land. Robbin The Hood Lyrics Waiting For Bud Steady B Loop Dub Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I Pool Shark (orig) Steppin' Razor Greatest-hits Free Loop Dub Q-Ball Saw Red Work That We Do Lincoln Highway Dub Pool Shark (acoustic) Cisco Kid Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II STP Boss D.J. I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub Falling Idols All you Need Freeway Time In LA County Jail Mary Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III Waiting For Bud (instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one.
So now you wait for a spark, you now it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.
Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.But I'll have my way.You don't stand a chance anyway.Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance.
So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.My day will come , I know someday I'll be the only one.
You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.I am not givin up.And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little headand you'll come running back to meI know that I will be the only one.
KRS-One In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know
In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.But I know. And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.
Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin historyWith a whole leap of style and intelligencyYes, I know.I know because of KRS-ONEYeah, and I knowI know because of KRS-ONE. Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE. And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know
Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.Watch him, he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground.And I know(How do I know?)And I know because of KRS-ONE.Yeah, and I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.
And I knowAnd I know because of KRS-ONE.And I know And I know
Rivers of Babylon By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land. So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion. Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land.
By the rivers of BabylonWhere he sat downAnd there he wept when he remembered Zion.
Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.
So let the words of our mouthAnd the meditations of our heartsBe acceptable in thy sightO-verride
Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivityRequired from us a songHow can we singing out for song in a strange land.How can we singing out for song in a strange land.
(instrumental)up to index Steady B Loop Dub Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.up to index Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all atonce with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it?
We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara.
You fucked up.She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna gostraight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win.
She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars.
If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck meoff, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.up to index Pool Shark (orig) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how things weren't so cool with me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool.
Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.Take it away, but I want more and more.One day I'm gonna loose the war.up to index Steppin' Razor If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sidesI'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.
If you are a bully, treat me good.If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous.I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.up to index Greatest Hits 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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
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. up to index Free Loop Dub (instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
(instrumental)up to index Q-Ball (Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play. (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
(Q-Ball)and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas.
(Too $hort)comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out.Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,he's up next, white chowder don't play.
(Q-Ball)
I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.Because I clash, I gash.The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supreme... up to index Saw Red (Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
(Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more.Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad)Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a little bit more,Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if it's over,when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the wall.(Brad)You say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to deceive you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waiting in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sense at all, I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right , It's your own life.up to index Work That We Do Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rhythm comin' sense I've got the sto.But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall.
I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.Real love's something that I still hope people make there own places to go.And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do.
That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.up to index Lincoln Highway Dub I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.(instrumental) up to index Pool Shark (acoustic) Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
Lying in my plastic bed,thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,it used to be so cool.
Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war. up to index Cisco Kid (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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
(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 yougot 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...up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, allthe rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are notthe fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your onrepeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'thing that you took away from them you mother fucker.
Security Guard: Raleigh.Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal.Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?Guard: You either cool it down right now...Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!Guard: ...your outta here.Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' motherfucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?Guard: Your gonna go to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last opportunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.Raleigh: all right .Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter]Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in against...this is my room.Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now.Guard: Good.Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on.
Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathictrying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, formaking my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this. up to index STP 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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
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 mewant 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.up to index Boss D.J. 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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
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 girlThere 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) up to index I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.(Laughter)Pretty much.Got matches?And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.Are you guys musicians?We're magicians.What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno.Ask and so you shall receive. Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. Why not? Oh well...I don't like it, that's why.We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.Oh. I like a little of this kind of music. Yeah? Yeah. I like jazz, blues. Oh, jazz is great. I'm not too into rap. I really don't like that rap. Rap? Rap. I like oldies. Some rock, some hard rock. I even like a little mexican music.Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.Now, the indian music. Now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid. Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. Uh-huh. I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't lie. We gotta leave. I swear. You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? Ah-hah. I never said I thought you were stupid either.He ain't got nuthin' on there. Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. I don't even have 20 cents. I don't even have...uh..If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you. My wallet's inside. Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.Yeah, you got cash. Yeah, we know you got money, man. Actually, I think I have a buck.Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae. C'mon down. One more time. C'mon down. C'mon down. Yeah. Go down and see your baby now.No.We love you, yeah.When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.Yeah. Fuck. Can't go in there. Fuck. I know he wasn't.. I immediately gave him all my money.Fuck. I know he wasn't.I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. You can stay here. Hey man. On that one. You got a good samaritan here. The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public.What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. Laaa...got a night down... Yah. Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.Opie. Opie is our master. Who's this guy? That's Opie. Yah.Who's this guy? 2x That's Opie.5x Opie. 2x That's Opie. 5x Opie.And Opie is our master. I am the master. He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.He created this.Knock me out. Master of the mother-fucker. Wait, I have one. Try that. He usually doesn't speak. Like, every 2 weeks.He speaks in tongues. Oh, in tounges. He only speaks every 2 weeks.(incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This is like, speaking in tounges...Whoo! up to index Falling Idols (instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
(instrumental)up to index All you Need 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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
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, wegot 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! up to index Freeway Time In LA County Jail 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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
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! up to index Mary Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it. Sublime Album Lyrics Garden Grove What I Got Wrong Way Same In The End April 29, 1992 Santeria Seed Jailhouse Pawn Shop Paddle Out The Ballad Of Johnny Butt Burritos Under My Voodoo Get Ready Caress Me Down What
Baby one breath away.I'll find the words to say.I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long.I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy.
I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad.Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed!Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home. up to index Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it.
You guys don't know what love is.
You don't know what love is.Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.Until you had a love you had to lose.You don't know what love is.
Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it.
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