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We took this trip to garden grove
It smelt like lou-dog in the van
This ain't no reggae party $5 at the door
Get so real sometimes, who wrote my rhymes
I got the microwave got the vcr I got the duece duece
in the trunk of my car
If you only knew that all the love that I found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground
You're a fool don't you fuck around with my dog
All I can see I steal as I fill up my garage
But my mind music from jamaica
All the love that I found, pull over there's a reason
why my soul is unsound
It's you it's that shit stuck under my shoe
It's that smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet covered with sand
Sitting through a shitty band
Getting hassled by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on the freeway
Feeling depressed every day
Leaving without making a sound
Pickin up my dog at the pound
Livin in a tweeker pad
Getting yelled at by my dad
Saying I'm happy when I'm not
Finding roaches in the pot
All these things I do
They're waiting para tu.
What I Got
Early in the morning, risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong
Got to find a reason why my money's all gone
But I got a dalmatian and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fuckin riot
Life is too short so love the one you got cause you might get
runover or you might get shot
Never start no static
I just get it off my chest
Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest
Take a small example
A tip from me take all of your money and give it up to charity
Lovin's what I got
It's within my reach
And the sublime style's still straight from long beach
It all comes back to you you're gonna get what you deserve
Try and test that you're bound to get served
Love's what I got
Don't start a riot
You feel it when the dance gets hot
That's why I don't cry when my dog runs away
I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay
I don't get angry when my Mom smokes pot, hits
the bottle and goes back to the rock
Fuckin and fighting it's all the same
Livin' with louie dog's the only way to stay sane
Let the lovin come back to me
Wrong Way
Annie's 12 years old in two more she'll be a whore
Nobody ever told her it's the wrong way
Don't be afraid with the quickness you get laid
for your family gets paid
It's the wrong way I gave her all that I had to give
I'm gonna make it hard to live
Big salty tears running down her chin
And it ruins up her make up
A cigarette pressed between her lips
But I'm staring at her tits
It's the wrong way
Strong if I can but I am only a man
So I take her to the can
The only family she ever had
Was her 7 horny brothers and her drunk-ass dad
He needed money so he put her on the street
Everything was going fine till the day that she met me
Happy are you sad, wanna shoot your dad
I'll do anything i can it's the wrong way
We talked all night and tried to make it right
Believe me shit was tight
It was the wrong way
So run away if you don't wanna stay
Cause I ain't here to make you
It's up to you what you really wanna do
Spend some time in america
Dub style so we ran away
And I'm sorry when I say that to this very day
It was the wrong way
She took a hike it don't matter it I like it or not
Cause she only wants the wrong way
Same In The End
Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky
They give it up but they never ask why
Daddy was a rolling, rolling stone he rolled away one day
and he never came home
It ain't hard to understand this ain't hitler's master plan
What it takes to be a man in my mind and in my brain
I roll it over like a steamin' freight train
It ain't hard to ascertain
You only see what you want to believe
When you light in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
That don't mean I can't hang
But the day that I die will be the day I shut my mouth
And put down my guitar
Sunday morning hold church down at the bar
Get down on my knees and start to pray
Pray my itchy rash will go away
Back up y'all it ain't me
Kentucky Fried Chicken is all that I see
It's a hellified way to start your day
If I make you cry all night
Me and daddy are gonna have a fist fight
It ain't personal it ain't me
I only hear what you told me to be
I'm a backward ass hillbilly
I'm dick butkiss
You know I lie
I get me an I'm a thief in the dark
I'm a rain machine I'm a triple rectified ass s.o.b
Rec-tite(tm) on my ass
And it makes me itch
I can see for miles and miles and miles
My broken heart makes me smile
In my mind in my brain I go back and go completely insane
It ain't personal
It ain't me
If I make you cry I might be your daddy at the end of the night
Take a loadfrom my big gun
You only see what you want to believe
When you creep from the back
You got tricks up my sleeve
24/7 the devils my best friend
Makes no difference it's all the same in the end
April 29, 1992
April 26th, 1992 there was a riot on the streets
Tell me where were you you were sittin' home watchin' your tv
While I was participating in some anarchy
First spot we hit it was my liquor store
I finally got all the alcohol I can't afford
With red lights flashin' time to retire
Then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire
Next stop as the music shop,
It only took one brick to make the window drop
Finally we got our own p.a.
Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today
When we returned to the pad to unload everything,
It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings
So once again we filled the van until it was full
Since that day my livin' room's been more comfortable
Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here
It's getting harder and harder every year
Some kids went in a store with thief mother
When she came out she was gettin some pampers
They said it was for the black man
They said it was for the mexican
But not for the white man
But if you look at the streets it wasn't about Rodney King
It's bout this fucked up situation and the fuckin police
It's about coming up and staying on top or screamin' 187
on a mofo cop
It's not written on the papers, but its written on the wall
National guard smoke from all around
Santeria
I don't practice santeria got no crystal ball
I had a million dollars but I'd spend it all
I could find that heina and that sancho that she's found
I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd smack her down
All I really wanna say
I can't say it's love I need
But my soul will have to wait till I get back and find
heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
I feel the break and I got to live it out
I swear that I really wanna know
All I really wanna say is I got mine and I make it
Yes, I'm comin' up
Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him
he best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45
And I won't think twice to put that barrel straight
down sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got somethin for his punk ass
What I really wanna say is there's just one way back
And I'll make it but my soul will have to wait
Seed
Janie always said I was a mess
Sorry bout that mess
I made her bleed
I'm planting my seed
Still I knew it could take it if I opened up the rhythm
I knew it could make it
I hope her parents love her
So feelin the acid on the brain
Still I got that frame I made
Her bleed yeah she wants that lovin you see
Well if you live you wanna give or get old
And if you never knew that we get old you live it up
You get old believe me when I say
It's the same shit everyday
But I got to know my place
And if you don't it smacks you in your face
I know I know her parents love her
So billyed back in 1983 what did you do for me
I made her bleed
I'm planting my seed
I knew we could make it
I only knew that the bitch would break it
I hope her parents love her
So my God look at me
If he had to go I know
I know I'm barely lovin' my holy creed
You never knew that was what you need
Oh my god honestly believe it or not its a disease.
Jailhouse
Jailhouse gets empty
Rudy gets plenty
Baton stick gets shorter
Rudy gets taller
Can't fight against the youth
Cause we're strong
Them are rude rude people
Can't fight against the resistance
Pawn Shop
Down there at the pawn shop
It's a nifty place to shop
What has been sold is not strictly made of stone
Please remember its flesh and bone
Paddle Out
i never thought that when i grew up i would be in a band
and travel all the best spots in the land i'm not here
to brag or boast i'm here to
tell you 'bout the spots that i love the most
natural bridges on a clean
west swell breaks over the reef like a bat out
of hell stockton ave gets
hollow and mean and on a big day it works like
a machine outside
stockton gets hot like a glove swift st john st into
mitchell's cove big
steamer lane makes you wish you were a trout when
it's mackin' so hard
only two dudes paddle out
a huge summertime south swell hit when i'm in
my hometown in a surfside bowl is
where i can be found or up and down
the coast checkin' the spots that i love the most
The Ballad Of Johnny Butt
johnny butt was a man with a real strong will to survive
he just keep pushin' on even though he was barely alive
so shoot it up shoot it up it just don't matter
johnny says he wants go do it
says he wants to kill a cop
we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got to overcome
we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got to overcome
so johnny just keep pushin' cause the streets are yours
there'll come a day when all that shit won't matter
so shoot it up shoot it up it just don't matter
when you're resisting anyway
we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got to overcome
we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got to overcome
so johnny just keep on pushin' cause the streets are yours
there'll come a day when all of that shit won't matter
so shoot it up shoot it up it just don't matter resisting anyway
we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got to overcome
we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got to overcome
Burritos
I don't wanna go and party
I don't wanna shoot the pier
I don't wanna take the doggie out for a walk
I don't wanna look at naked chicks and drink beer
I don't wanna do a bong load and go and wrench on the car
I don't wanna go and hose the dogshit down
Cause i aint even gonna get out of bed
Keep on skankin' ronnie skank the night away
But the time has come for us all to pay
I don't wanna watch no porno
I don't wanna play guitar
I don't wanna spank the monkey
I don't wanna go down to the corner bar
Aint even got to listen to all the stupid shit you got to say
I don't wanna do a god damn thing
I aint gonna make my bed today
I don't wanna eat burritos or read about o.j.
Aint gonna get a head rush cause i aint gettin out of bed today
Under My Voodoo
Get Ready
Some folks say smoking herb is a crime,
if they catch you smokin they're bound to drop the dime
Insufferable informa crazy fools wait:
with their fingers crossed for you to break the rules
And in the evening when we try to jam,
we like the music loud in this here band
We let the bass line drop as loud as we can stand
Somebody always gotta turn informa for the man
I want to know right now is there one of you in the crowd
are you gonna call 911
and spoil all of my fun
You crazy fool i'm in the mood
Get ready come on now, load up the bong, crank up the song,
let the informa call 911
And when security police force want to arrive
Don't try to run, don't try to hide
just pull out the .9 pop in the clip
and let one slip into these crazy fools
Caress Me Down
mucho gusto me llamo Bradley Im hornier than Ron Jeremy
and if you wanna get popped in your knee
just wipe that look off your fat face
you hate me cause I got what you need
a pretty little daughter that we call mixie
if you wanna get beat psychically... it will be over in a minute if ya..
so she told me to come over and I took that trip
and then she pulled out my mushroom tip
and when it came out it went drip drip drip
I didnt know she had that GI Joe kung-fu grip
chorus: (repeat)
and it went uuh caress me down
uhh and thats the lovin sound
when I kiss mixie it makes me feel horny
cause Im the type of lover with the sensitivity
when she kiss my neck and tickle me fancy
she give me the right kind of love on Sunday morning
en otro lado es donde viv con mijita que se llama mixie
y su hermana si me quiere
y ahorita tenemos un beb
sus padres sus padres me trataron matar
but they did not get to far
un poco despus tuve que regresar
con un chingo de dinero cuz you know Im a star
yo fui a Costa Rica para comer y sufriar
practicaba con la raza cuz they know who we are
s no le di cuenta and I bet you never will
you must be a mueca if youre still standing still
chorus (repeat)
me gusta reggae
me gusta punk rock
pero la cosa que me gusta ms es panochita
Pon la nalga en el aire if you know who you are
con el nalga en el aire empieza gritar
no tenga miedo Im your pap
take your chones y los manden a m
levanta levanta tienes que gritar
levanta levanta tienes que bailar
chorus (repeat)
and the girls caressed me down
and thats the lovin sound
[Translation]:
nice to meet ya my names bradley Im hornier than ron jeremy ......
on the other side is where I used to live
with my girlfriend named mixie
and her sister if she wants me
and now we have a baby
her parents her parents tried to kill me
but they did not get too far
a little later I had to come back
with a shitload of money cuz you know Im a star
I went to Costa Rica to eat and mess around
I practiced with the race (of people) cuz they know who we are
you didn't figure it out and I bet you never will
you must be a manequin if youre still standing still
chorus
I like reggae
I like punk rock
but the thing I like most of all is pussy
Put your butt in the air if you know who you are
with your butt in the air we begin to yell
dont be afraid, Im your daddy
take your underwear and send them to me
get up, get up you have to shout
get up, get up you have to dance
chorus
and the girls ....
What I Got (Reprise)
Same lyrics
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