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Альбом 311


Enlarged To Show Detail EP (1996)
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This one is dedicated to the excitable ones
not the possums playing dead messing with my head
"X" amount of action, "X" amount of game
for years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo

Gone already
to the bored of it all type lingo that I'm seein'
every single night I'm out
bustin' head for it
but yours gets busted right back, lip split and
I messed up
but I got back tryin, don't bother lyin bout
constant disappointment
but the fun is in the hunt
so quit actin on a front, yeah
you're unmotivated, you're sorta faded
but the remedy is not so get on with what you got

Remember "Lady of Guadeloupe"
the times mother made mole and
after mass we would get home
the girls running to the phone
and in my bedroom, the 45 on my record player was
"we're in this love together"
at the time I never realized how songs
haunted the ones that I heard, I played because I wanted
drawing on my wall from time to time coolin'
making creatures come alive with no schoolin'

When I'm on the microphone
the method that I make is much patience
the method that I make is much patience
I wait for the beat and then I make sense
in comin' in hot forgot, you definently got no clue
in comin' in hot you got, you definently got so rude
boy actin coy but you got nuts like almond joy
I tell ya, this is a tribute

No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones
but then again there's no one who has as much fun
"X" amount of action, "X" amount of game
for years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo

Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes
he would never bet on a longshot
and he'd never bet on a break and
he's condescending and talks gossip galore
but the dude was definently such a bore, hear me now
I messed up
but I got back tryin, dont bother lyin bout
constant disappointment
but the fun is in the hunt
so quit actin on a front, yeah
you're unmotivated, you're sorta faded
but the real man is not the one hiding behind the gunshot, boom!

Time travelin through my memories
there's a younger Doug gazin' at the galaxy
space trippin' vato of the stars
searchin' for UFO's from Neptune and Mars
ode to an alien, I know you're out there
cosmic lonely heart, tell me if you care
I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground
I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground

When I'm on the microphone
the method that I make is much patience
the method that I make is much patience
I wait for the beat and then I make sense
in comin' in hot forgot, you definently got no clue
in comin' in hot you got, you definently got so rude
boy actin coy but you got nuts like almond joy
I tell ya, this is a tribute

I'm vexing many mofos but i'm wishing you the best
I keep bout half my lyrics and I throw out the rest
cause fly on by, you can if you want to
the method that makes sense is patience 

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Let the cards fall
let the cards fall where they may
all I can do, all I can say
gotta move to trust my instinct
and surrender, let my song sing itself
I am they who admit what they don't know
all my friends excitable, they'll tell you so

So let the cards fall, and fall where they may
in checkin' on our conviction, dick
we run the shit our own way
so do as you will, do as you wish
follow your bliss on everyday
never ask for an advantage
let the cards fall where they may, huh

So let the cards fall, and fall where they please
ask me while we're at it, I do it with ease
taking up space is the people who try to hold you back
but in reality the majority really don't give jack, huh

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Purified sounds brush 'em on like paint
teenage dream to work with Ron Saint
home he ain't, we layin' tracks in Cali
the dude is excitable like a pep rally
since the days of the Eds in the westside
keeping it real, got nothing to hide
now we are a number, there is none greater
take me outside king, yo peace see ya later

Let's step out tonight, all night
the groove is soothin'
Let's step out tonight, all right
it's a fellow feelin' with my friends, once again

Grape vess soda pop, licorice stick
Aunt Mary's summertime backyard picnic
did you drink my beer Doug? yeah I did it
don't tell me to bring you beer
if you think I won't sip it
swinging on swinging on jungle gym sets
daddy talkin' bout the horses he bet
when I got home my friends phoned, hey Holmes

Let's step out tonight, all night
the groove is soothin'
Let's step out tonight, all right
it's a fellow feelin' with my friends, once again

Eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish
eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish
eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish
eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish

Let's step out tonight, all night
the groove is soothin'
Let's step out tonight, all right
it's a fellow feelin' with my friends, once again

Eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish
eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish
eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish
eat smoked fish, that is my favorite dish

(Aw, now that's good) 

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Talkin' shit like shutup, and listen to me
because cuttin through the crap is my specialty
like a bomb, I'm dropping yes, a ton of lead
you're trying to figure out the last thing I said
I'm a redwood, I love to be a tree, yes I'm a druid
my words are flowing out like a fluid
never give in never conform
I'll be bustin' out rhymes in a triplet from

Dead leaves on the trees in spring
can't hear the birds sing
a light powdered snow on the ground is glistening
vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver
a crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver
while I doze I suppose I could get lost
with a brownskin friend claiming kin to crazy horse
I stink of vino, my greasy clothes are rancid but
I tip the bottle back the spirits are in me kid

Firewater, call it liquid rapture
into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
firewater, the world's a mixture
of broken liquored people get the picture
firewater, call it liquid rapture
into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
firewater, the world's a mixture
of broken liquored people get the picture

Whiskey be spittle at the corners of my mouth
I'm rather liquored, light flickers
I got the shakes and jitters
I roll I'm like raging bull bumrushin the show
hand to my head sway in the fire i've waded into
all alone except for the whiskey voices
whores laugh neon signs flash other choices
I stagger stumble to toast the past while I mumble
slur my song slow porno show marquee words crumble

Firewater, call it liquid rapture
into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
firewater, the world's a mixture
of broken liquored people get the picture
Firewater, call it liquid rapture
into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
firewater, the world's a mixture
of broken liquored people get the picture

You're hangin' around the house with all your friends steady drinking
smoking the green weed and your head is sorta blinking
you're going with the flow and everybody is getting plowed
and the voices and the music and the noise is getting loud
you got a heavy buzz when seven o'clock rolls around
so you pile inside the clunker start heading down town
only nineteen but you know where you can get it
so you slide inside the bar and everything is hitting
by about eleven o'clock, your brain is near dead
you really cant remember who was the one who said
let's go into the bathroom and meet this guy Chuck
he's got a thirty dollar white powder pick me up
ten minutes later the whole vibe has changed
you try for conversation but you know you're acting strange
your eyes are wide open but your smile is gone
you just keep fiending till the fucking break of dawn 

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