1.doin' time
2.get out! (remix)
3.romeo
4.new realization
5.don't push
6.slow ride
7.chick on my tip
8.had a dat
9.trenchtown rock
10.badfish
11.drunk driving
12.saw red
13.garbage grove
14.april 29th, 1995 (leary)
15.superstar punani
16.legal dub
17.what's really goin' wrong
18.doin' time
19.thanx dub
Doin' Time (uptown dub)
Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, un-definately, evil, ornery,
scandalous and evil, definately. The tension, is getting hotter, I'd like to hold
her, head underwater, ohoh, as the livin's easy, on the microphone with ras
m.g. In the dance it's agreed that we'll well qualify to represent the LBC.
(((microphone control... da da-da-da-da da...)))
get out (remix)
[It's 8:05. This is Phillis in the office. The Cat is out on the patio, if it jumps one more time, your butts are in the street. I am sick and tired of your activities, your cat, and your untruths with me. I'm gonna call you tomarrow, when your home, and you can explain some things to me 'cuz I'm sick and tired of your bullshit. Goodnight.]
My place is not a home, it don't make no difference but I have found,that I need a place to stay.I never listen what the landlord man say. You should've seen the flops in my house.We were jumping on walls and kicking ceilings.Now a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT!" [they're driving me fucking crazy over here chief, I gotta get rid of these fruitcakes.]Hold me and don't let go.It don't make no difference that your a ho. Cause I need a place to stay. A new disease was just the price I paid.In days of old that how it used to be, oh yes indeed.That girl is dead to me now and I say ....<<>>So let the lovin take a hold over me,Let the lovin take a hold over me.(Long Beach Possie) Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'1992 so lets all start uniting.Put your hands together be the best you can be,Let this jam take us to 1993.Stay positive and the love will come back to me.But some jealous punk, snuck up around the back,tried to take the lovin' over me.Oh, I got into a fist fight and wound up in jail all night.
romeo
I have a secret place inside my mind,
where I keep hidden inspiration you will find.
And when my petty anger goes to my head,
you'll find I'm better off dead.
Oh, and I don't hold the key,
to find out what is killing me, its,
been so long but somehow i just still care,
I am a Romeo, am a Romeo, with no place to go
Sometimes I think you hate me, hang up the phone,
but take a closer look, this hate I feel is my own.
So many times I've loved you, more than myself,
it's time to take that love and put it on the shelf.
Oh, and when I hold you tight,
it makes me want to scream and fight.
Love turned to hate,
some how it's just, how it's just,
how it's just to late.
I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go
Rock the reggae music, cuz it sounds so fine, right!
When I hold you tight, in my arms you are mine,
but in the morning when I wake up and I still feel the same,
I know something goin on and I know who's to blame.
Everytime I tell you I'm the real Romeo,
it fills my soul and heart with anger, pain, and sorrow.
Cuz' somthings going on and I think you should know,
so listen to my rhyme, cuz this is how it goes:
In a tight mini short in a short mini skirt,
it feels so wrong and it feels so right.
the more I think about it your a pain in the ass,
I told you many times, this time it's gonna last.
Want the kind of woman who can make me feel right,
not sloppy drunk sex on a Saturday night. cuz,
I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go
Pull up your honey if you gotta one see,
because your down with the style, cuz your down with me. oh,
rig the selector when your on the mixer,
along with Peter Mitchell upon the echo chamber. Two, one,
no they must see but no, they can't test me.
Two, three of them come and say you cant test me.
Because me rock the reggae music in a different stylee.
Me rock the kinda reggae music right on time, because your down with the
band that they call Sublime, right?
Don't take it too slow, don't take me wrong,
me know which way to go, me, me, me alright,
me rock the reggae music day and all night.
Makes you wanna explode,
makes me wanna explode,
makes me wanna explode,
makes you wanna explode,
sometimes it makes you wanna explode.
new realization
The time has come, to reach a new realization 'tween me and you, time to clear the rumors, sensations, and things that just are untrue.Well I thought I heard you behind me, with a knife stright for my back.It's quite clear that I'm back in the swing of living, although I might not be on the right track.Oh, thought I might drown but its hard to be givin'. Downtown's wheres you'll find me, do some and got a hand. Although I never listen girl, I damn well understand. And you think, I'm so damn feeble. I can't see through your lies, you'r just a crock of shit, with a pretty smile, and I refuse to compromise. Oh, don't give me such a heavy, heavy, heavy load. You may hold some vision of truth, if truth can found in a lie. Maybe some grain of inspiration, for song thats deep inside. Oh, tears running down your face, just screaming look me in the eye. Well I'm looking straight at your twisted face, and it's enough to make me cry.Oh, passions there for those who want to pay the price of loving you, in more ways than one. Wrapped around your finger, but I think my time has come,but I never can be too sure, cuz I like to have a little fun.Oh, what fun it would be to blow my mind and fall into the sun. A mind is a precious thing to taste.
don't push
Stolen from an African land, and chased out with a knife.With a face like Bob Marley, and a mouth like a motor bikeOh well the bars are always open, and the time is always right.And if God's good word goes unspoken, the music goes all nightAnd it goes...If i was Bob Marley I said could you be lovedIf I was half pint I'd ball lord up aboveIf I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fightIf I was a Boomtown Rat I would be stayin up all nightIF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumbIf rythmes were valiums I'd be comfortably numbIf I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,I'd point it straight up at the sky,and shoot heaven on down for you.Because the bars are always open, and the time is always right.And if God's good word goes unspoken, the music goes all night.And it goes:I want a lover, I can't find the time. I want a reason, I can't find the rythme.I want to start some static, but I can't afford,to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboard, hey.Now a days as clear as you please, get straped with protection or straped with disease.Laughter, it's free, any time just, call me.438-4836 'cuz your down with Sublime you getfunky fresh lyrics, you get nuff lurics. Stolen from an african land,I was chased out of the bar.And 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, don't slip you knuckle heads.Racism is scism on a serious tip.You don't believe me I go and bust your lip. Hey.I hear the moutain, it hard to climb.Rougher the rythm, then it must be Sublime.Listen Bud Gaugh yea he's right on time.Come listen Eric Wilson drop the funky bassline. Base........Mmmmm.........Come in Bud.Lord have his grilled cheese.This the kinda rythem make you wanna explode.Not like doin' coke and shooting, not like taking a load.Beacause I'm one stylee, stand rough and rugged.I keep my body strong, clean and ....People wanna come up and they want tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensiSomthing sumthing sumthin.....
slow ride
She takes her time when it's time to get ready.Always has her way.Always leaves me waiting by the phone.She told me more than once to take it slow,and I said OK.But lately i've been sleeping all alone.I'm not breaking up inside, I'm much to proud to moan.Baby please come home.I feel a little lucky so I try to play it cool.I think she laughs inside.With the words that burn like fire in my mouth. Try to be a man like i got the master plan, night out on the town.Drink and dance and we can turn it out.Whoa, Maybe it's how your body moves I just don't know,Maybe it's just the way you move so slow.(Phone Dialing)[Hello?][Hi it's me][I thought I told you not to call me here][I know I just really needed to talk to you][Get a clue babe, there's nothing to talk about.](Click!)Ask me why I play myself play myself for a fool.Swear I would do most anything.Walk a mile to see her smile.Walk a mile just to rock for a while.Babe I'm thinking with my ding-a-ling.Whoa, I've been doing some thinking,now I just don't know.Maybe just the way you move so slow.Maybe cuz you move so slow.Maybe cuz you move so slow. But sitting on the verge of tears does not become my 22 years.You took my shame, and you took my pride,and now you gonna take me for a slow ride.but uh, uh. Waiting, waiting on the phone.Got the words that burn like fire in my mouth.Come on down reggae style,wind up your body like a bass line wild,drink and dance and we can turn it out.Whooooaaaa, I'm not going crazy but I just dont know,Maybe cuz you move so slow. (x3)Like love,move nice and low.Slowride! (x3)
chick on my tip
She wears a tight skirt but it won't rip or tear.When I went out with her she had extensions in her hair.She got style and she got the cat moves.You're gonna keep the beat fun because she's coming after you.I ain't high I won't loseI might be lookin for attention but I'm just not gunna loseIt's Friday night and there's going to be another chick on my tipBut it won't be you baby.Got one more trick up my sleeveOne more thing to say to you before I leave.Yo girl you don't mean a thing to me and if you thought you ever did you were high on things..But I'm not lying gunna lose a Goddamn thing tonightI said Friday night there's going to be another chick on my tipBut it won't be you baby.Oh if you change your ways I would lay down any time with you... with youBut I fear one more slip and this will go rightBut I'm not ready to say goodbyeBecause first I got a couple of tailsI'm gunna kick it on down your butthole. High, low.Run for attention but I just can't loseFriday night theres going to be another chick on my tipBut it won't be me but, ohOh if you change your ways I would lay down anytime with her... with herGot one my, my, my I know we had a couple of times. But I'm ready to go I'm gunna kick it on down your butthole. High, low.I'm not high on booze I'm on a run for attention but I just can't loseFriday night theres going to be another slip on my dick but it won't be meBut oh, oh, if you'll change your waysI would lay down anytime with herWith her....
had a dat
Raging and swirling,getting inside,I feel Like I'm going to Break! Bright sun sinking low,I never feel afraid to let emotions show.Well I did. Now take a look at me, I had a close brush before your destiny.Before I end, and you'll be victims ofmy stories, tales, lies, and exaggerations. I'm gonna When your living life like a show you gottatake a bow to the people you knowI said lie, for me lying under a process treeoh engrossing in my brainfeeling like I'm going a little insane.a little close insidefeels like I'm going INSANE! Red lightsare sinking lowI grab another beer cuz it's time to go...I feel my head burst, I head out to your carAnd I pray to Jesus Christ, but you won't get too farI say uh, headlights and uh second gearI run the road of like and skip the things you fear I said that you might, that you might find a better wayto justify the evil things that you sayAh, help me please, ah help me pleasebecause I'm going upon my kneesI said, I saidgoing down to my kneesI pray to the Lord up above!Help me, I'm falling down feeling now the cold, cold, cold, hard ground haunting faces, and moving lines slumber party for tonight Pound it hard, your gonna pound it again but please just do not pump up my friendcuz it seems alright, gonna push him aroundbut I can't be taken for no clown.Because,when I am on the ground I CRY! wowowowowowo.. Dub Style! oh, cool and eazy oh nocool and easyto the sweet reggae music oh no feels alright to sweet reggae music feels alright sweet reggae music....
One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. One good thing about music,when it hits you, you feel no pain. So hit me with music. Hit me with music, now, yeah. Hit me with music.Brutalize me with music. Trenchtown rockers they don't watch that.Trenchtown rockers give me your Jah.Trehchtown rockers then watch your children cry. Cuz' you've got to tell Jah why you're movin'Kingston town, movin' Kingston town. One little thing I've found,is that you can't fool Jah, I know. Cuz there moving, yes I'm moving. I said one good thing, one good thing,when it hits you you feel no pain.One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.
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 boose 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 reefBaby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I nevered 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 reefAin'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
drunk drivin
Drunk driving is what I like to do. I like drunk driving with you.
saw red
(Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a litle 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 sence 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 decieve you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,and I'll be waithing in the middle, but I just lack control.(both)Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sence 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 alright,It's your own life.
garbage grove
[here they come now, you see that?yep both of the crewsthey look they gonna fight]We took this trip to garden grove It smelt like Lou in the van, oh yah This ain't no funky reggae party $5 at the door It gets so real sometimes,who wrote my rhyme I got the microwave got the VCR I got the duece-duece in the trunk of my car oh yahIf you only knew that all the love that I found It's hard to keep my soul on the ground.Your a fool, don't fuck around with my God All I can see I steal My folks don't understand 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 dog shit on my hands 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 dadActing happy when I'm not Finding roaches in the pot All these things I do,They're waiting for you.
april 26th, 1992
[I don't know if you can, but can you get an owner for Ons, that's O-N-S,Junior Market, the address is 1934 East Aneheim, all the windows are busted out, and it's like a free-for-all in here and uh the owner shouldat least come down here and see if he can secure his business, if he wants to...]April 26th, 1992 There was a riot on the streets Tell me where were you?You were sittin' home watchin' your TV While I was paticipating in some anarchy First spot we hit it was the liqour storeI finally got all that alcohol I can'tafford With red lights flashin', time to retireAnd then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire Next stop we hit, it was the music shop,It only took one brick to make the window drop Finally we got our own P.A. Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today?(Cuz' as long as I'm alive, I'ma live ill B)When we returned to the pad to unload everything It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings So once again we filled the van until it was full Since that day my livin' room's been much more comfortable Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here It's getting harder, and harder, and harder each and every year Some kids went in a store with their mother I saw her when she came out she was gettin' some Pampers They said it was for the black man They said it was for the mexicanBut not for the white manBut if you look at the streets, it wasn't about Rodney KingIt's this fucked-up situation and these fucked-up police It's about comin' up and stayin' on top And became 187 on a mother fuckin' cop It's ain't in the paper, it's on the wall National guard Smoke from all around[Any unit, any unit...](Homicide, never doing no time)Give me my share, my share.Gimme my share, I want it.Gimme my share, I need it now, I need it now.My share.A wicked one who dosent wanna see me go.Just gimme my share, I want it. Gimme my share. But you don't want to give it to me,you don't wanna see me go.Gimme my share, I want it, Gimme my share.But there is a wicked one.[Units be advised of an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple, 9-3-8 Temple, many subjects with bats trying to get inside the CB's house...they're trying to kill him]Let it burn Wanna let it burn, wanna let it burn Wanna wanna let it burn(I feel insane)Riots on the streets if Miami Whoa, riots on the streets of Chicago On the streets of Long Beach In San Fransico Riots on the streets of Kansas City Tuskaloosa, Alabama Cleveland,Ohio Fountainberry, Paramount, Vista Buelle Eugene, Oregon Eureeka,California Hesperia Santa Barbara mother fuckin' Nevada San DiegoL akeland, Florida fuckin' 29 Palms[Need a unit to... structure fire and numerous subjects looting] [10-15 to get rid of this looter]
superstar punani
So tell me if you really wanna be a superstar But fiesta on the mike and will surely take you farYou made that drop on the 24 tracks We mix it all down then we put on wax Beginning is hyped when you playin in the bars A bottomless pit where you make loose and far Take away your privacy and take your guitar Then take your woman and impound your car My beginning of wisdom I won't take you too far First you gotta sell your soul to be a superstar Baby if you got it forget about that Your money don't concern you that's a natural fact Shut up your mouth before you get knocked down We're gonna listen to your voice upon the speaker box First you get a manager but what does he doI'll be the first to tell you baby that I don't have a clue We're gunna make a phony image for the MTV Hear it on the radio say damn that's me Whenever I get over on a 3 peice hog Jesus and her mom are gonna break your arm Put your ass in the john to be a superstar I realize sometimes I feel old design Oh your reknown position and you just can't hide Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff All over the world you gotta take that trip And then you never thought you'd see the day you'd act like thisYour rep is getting bigger than a B-52 And then it goes around the world before it gets back to you Hey our love has started can you believe Before your eyes this shit just come back to me Oh my God I take a rest on the side So long so long so long so long I'll see a Oh my God if I'd a let my own I'd take it turn around and place it homeI realize sometimes I feel old design Oh your reknown position and you just can't hideWoah it's the positionI just can't hide Bo Whatcha want whatcha need Give it a bunch of mine and you just can't miss Your love feels like this Some people love get your shit like this Well if you love wad up your love punani punani Woah if you love me punani punani Oh my God Free yeah free oh oh oh hey Want the dogs? Let em go. Let em
legal dub
Legalize it, don't criticize it.Legalize it, and I will advertize it.
What's Really Goin' Wrong
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doin' time (eerie splendor remix)
You know whats taking place? Check this out This is Sublime I'm Mad Lion for the borderline This is Sublime I'm Mad Lion for the borderline hey Summertime and the livin's easy Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MGAll the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to represent the LBCMe and Louie we're gunna run to the party and dance till the rhythm itgetsharderWhen the music hits you shall feel no pain Take a spliff of sensemillia make it run through your brain Me and Sublime we sound 1 - the same Two lions into the jungle that they just can't tame So bring all your people And bring it You better take your lovin home Come and love your maximo24/7 say me can't sink so low Ba da ba bye byeBa da ba bye bye Ba da ba bye bye Ba da ba bye byeSo take this veil from off my eyes My burning sun will some day rise And what am I gunna be doin for a wife I said I'm gunna play with myself Show them now we've come off the shelf Summertime and the livin's easy Bradley's n the microphone with Ras-MGAll the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to representthe LBCMe and Louie everybody run to the party and dance till the rhythm it gets harder This is Sublime Hey This is Sublime Hey This is Sublime I'm a lion
thanx dub
Thanks Dub
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