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Альбом Sublime


Stand by Your Van (1998)
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Stolen from an African land
Chased out with a knife
With a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bike
Oh well the bars are always open and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night

And it goes...
If i was Bob Marley I said could you be loved
If I was half pint I'd ball the lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all night
IF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumb
If rhymes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb

If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,
I'd point that shit straight up at the sky
and shoot heaven on down to you
Oh well the bars are always open, and the time is always right
And 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 rhyme
I want to start some static, but I can't afford,
to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboard
Now a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.
Laughter, it's free any time just call me
Songtexte439-0116 when your down with Sublime you get
funky fresh lyrics, you get nothing

Stolen from an African land
Got chased out of the bar
I 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 don't slip you knuckle heads
Racism is schism on a serious tip
You don't believe me I go and bust your lip.
I hear the mountain, it hard to climb
Rougher the rhythm, then it must be sublime
Listen yellow lover you got it right on time
We got cricket with the quickness and the bassline

Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, hey
tell them reggae music is on the loose
Here i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashion
Good good vibes that keep on playing, playing

People gonna come and try tell me smoking crack cocaine better than sensi
You're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it
Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it
Oh! We don't want glass dick (Bump)

. . .



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

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

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

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

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

. . .



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


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


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

. . .



I 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 if I don't get a cigarette
Hold me close I always play the mack
with this monkey on my back.

. . .


Wake up in tha mornin' and it's hard to live
hard to live yes it's hard to live
and it will be a long time before shit
starts to give, every single day
its getting harder to give
but i would be up for being down with a ho
lord knows that i got mic control
do you got mic control?
you notice your stylee is well original

This man, makin money,
how I know.
It wont be no man of me.
In my bed I watch T.V.
I'm drunk by noon,
but that's O.K.
I'll be president someday.
Light my cigarette and
I think how Bert Susanka made me drink.
Load the box and then pump that shit.
Got my Greatest... Hits.
Got my Greatest... Hits

is this band makin' money, i don't know
the writin's on the wall
all my friends drink alcohol
im too drunk to light the bong
im too stoned to write this song
light my cigarette and
i think how burt senzanka made me drink
load the box and ill pump that shit

wake up in tha mornin' and it's hard to live
hard to live, yes, it's hard to live
and it will be a long time before shit starts to give
and every single day it getting harder to give
but I would be up for being down with a ho,
lord knows that I got mic control
do you got mic control?
you notice your stylee is well original

this man makin money, how I know
It wont be no man of me.
In my bed I watch T.V. I'm drunk by noon,
but that's O.K. I'll be president someday.
Light my cigarette and
I think that Bert Susanka made me drink.
Load the box and then pump that shit.
It's the Ziggens Greatest Hits,
the Ziggens Greatest Hits,
the Ziggens his Greatest... Hits

. . .



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 in the door
And took an empty seat next to her at the bar.
"My brand new car is parked right outside. How'd ya like to go for a ride?"
And she said."Wait a minute I have to think."
He said, "That's fine. May I please buy you a drink"
One drink turned into 3 or 4 and they left and got into his car
and they drove away 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,
Songtexteif it wasn't for date rape I'd never get laid.

He finished up and he started the car
He turned around and drove back to the bar.
He said."Now baby don't be sad, in my opinion you weren't half-bad."
She picked up a rock.,threw it at the car, hit him in the head, now he's 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 years
And now his heart is filled with cheers.

One 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.

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 [x4]
TAKE IT!

. . .



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


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


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


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


SongtexteHave you seen that little whore betty?
Someone said she stole my freddie
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.

. . .



When you grab a hold of me
You 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

. . .



All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson
Start talkin trash and we'll come with my smith & wesson
A 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 right
But still I set and lie awake all night
All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson
Try 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 gat
If you wanna walk with me, bound to come down
With the new stylee, rockin rubadub know as reggae music
Gotta 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 right
SongtexteBut still I set and lie awake all night
Rubadub 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 right
But still I set and lie awake all night
Dred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
We will survive in this world of competition
To make sure that till the ..is done


I won't wait so long
For you
Stop your messin around,
Better think of your future
Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail

. . .



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.

. . .



Lyin' in my plastic bed,
Thinkin' how things weren't so cool to me.
My baby likes to shoot pool,
I Like lyin' naked in my bedroom.
Tyin' on the dinosaur tonight,
It used to be so cool too.

Now I've got the needle,
And I can shake,
but I can't breath.
I take it away, but I want more and more.
One day I'm gonna lose the war.

. . .



"You could hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin' on my nuts"

Out my window cool and bright
Fade so slowly into night
Funny how things look the same
Now that my friend Ebin's changed


Ebin was a cooly that I used to know
Now he's down with the PLO
He's cold kickin it live with the KKK
No xxx, No JFA


Cooly was sportin' black denim shoes
Dealing he was looking for something to use
With a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of booze
Well, it could be me or it could be you
Oh feels like my whole life is rearranged


Oh Ebin you changed
Ebin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...
Oh how you changed
Oh you changed,
Oh how you changed
Songtexte

I give you a hard time, didn't want to stay
Got outta jail just the very next day
It's plain to see my friend Ebin is a Nazi
He was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah


Hooked on crack just the other day
Now he's down with the CIA
We got covert operation in Vietnam
Making hits and assasination he's long gone


He went down to protect his country
Eat Mexican food and makes lots o' money
Come back a God and drive a big white car
And take himself a plane down to Nicaragua
Well it feels like I'm the only one to blame


Oh Ebin you changed
Ebin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you
Oh you changed,
Oh you changed,
Oh how you changed


I give you a hard time, didn't want to stay
Got outta jail just the very next day
It's plain to see my friend Ebin is a Nazi
He was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah


Out my window cool and bright
Day so slowly into night
Funny how things look the same
Now that my friend Ebin's changed

. . .



Headed out for Austin, now were half way down the road.
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Steady staring out the window.
It fells good, it fells nice, it feels like you need it.
And back out on the road is where we like to be seated.
We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style. We got half-pint style, we
got a b-boy style.
We got to put that shit together in a creative style. We put that shit
together in a creative style.


Outside on the pavement I won't feel afraid,
there's a little piece of paper saying how we walked that May.
Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say,
No one's got fingers, I got no one to blame.


I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance.
Society's got to me.
That's all you need!


Headed out to Houston, now where halfway out the door.
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Staring out the window.
It fells good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it.
I know how females like to be treated.
A license for me and the stars up above,
SongtexteAnd 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!

. . .



On the eastside, that's where I met my Ramona,
"I wanna go to a party," that's what she said
Lonely - that's what I been

Here's my telephone number call me
..and to a party a house par-ty Whole lotta people just rally-round-me and love,
she send a message of love
she said I love up the way you move, I love the way you rap, BAH BAH.
Ramona please step back

'Cause she's my Ruca, I'm barely waiting for my hiena
She moved from Long Beach down to LA
Right now she selling oranges by the freeway
I wanna know, Ramona am I the only one tell me
and she said "Your not the only one, but your the best Bradley"
And know now I waiting for my Ruca and I barely pulled up with my hiena
I know tonight I be behind her, don't fuck around with my hiena.

. . .



Mucho gusto, me llamo Bradley,
(glad to meet you my name is Bradley)
I'm hornier than Ron Jeremy,
and if you wanna get popped in your knee,
just wipe that look off your bati face

You hate me cause I got what you need,
a pretty little daughter that we call Mexi, and,
if you wanna get beat physically
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 didn't know she had the G.I. Joe, kung-foo grip

[Chorus:]
and it went - uhh
and the girl caress me down- uhh
and that’s that lovin’ sound- it went uhh
and the girl caress me down- uhh
and that’s that lovin’ sound

when I kiss Mexi, she makes me feel horny,
cause I'm the type of lover with the sensitivity,
when she, kiss my neck and tickle me fancy,
Songtextethe right kind of lover on Sunday morning.

En el otro lado, es donde vivi,
(On the other side is where I lived )
con mi’hjita, que se llama Mexi,
(with my girl, who's name is Mexi)
su hermana, si me quieré,
(and her sister; she wants me)
y ahorita, tenemos un bebe,
(and we have a baby)

Sus padres, sus tios, me trataron matar
(her parents, her uncles, they tried to kill me)
but they did not get too far
un poco despues tuvé que regresar
(a little while later I had to come back)
con un chingo de dinero
(with a shit-load of money)
cause you know I'm a star

me fui a Costa Rica
(I went to Costa Rica)
para tomar y sufear
(to drink and surf)
platicaba con la raza
([I’d] talk to the race [Costa Rican people])
cause they know who we are

Si no me dio cuenta
(If you didn't pay attention to me)
then I bet you never will
you must be a muñeca
(you must be a doll)
if your still standing still

[Chorus]

Me gusta mi reggae,
(I like my reggae)
Me gusta punk rock,
(I like punk rock)
Pero la cosa que me gusta mas es panochita,
(but the thing I like most is pussy)

Ponga la nalga en la aire if you know who you are,
(put your ass in the air if you know who you are)
Ponga la nalga en la aire y empieza gritar,
(put your ass in the air and start to scream)

No tenga miedo, I'm your papi,
(Don't be scared, I'm your daddy)
take your chones, y los manden a mi,
(take your panties and send them to me)
levanta, levanta, tienes que gritar,
(get up, get up, you have to scream)
levanta, levanta, tienes que bailar.
(get up, get up, you have to dance)

[Chorus]

. . .



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 know
And I know because of KRS-ONE.


Because he's droppin', droppin', droppin' science, droppin history
With a whole leap of style and intelligency
Yes, I know.
I know because of KRS-ONE
Yeah, and I know
I 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 know
And I know because of KRS-ONE.


And I know
And I know because of KRS-ONE.
And I know
And I know

. . .


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