Альбом Sublime

We took this trip to Garden Grove
It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
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 deuce-deuce in the trunk of my car, oh yeah

If you only knew all the love that I found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground
You're a fool, don't fuck around with my dog
All that I can see I steal, I fill up my garage

Cause in my mind
Music from Jamaica, all the love that I found
Pull over there's a reason why my soul's 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
SongtextePicking up trash on a freeway
Feeling depressed everyday
Leaving without making a sound
Picking my dog up at the pound
Living in a tweaker 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 for you.

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
I got a dalmation, and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot

Well, 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, take a tip from me
Take all of your money, give it all to charity
Love is 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'll finally 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'll feel it when the dance gets hot

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got
Songtexte
(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 right to the rock
Fuckin' and fightin', it's all the same
Livin' with Louie dog's the only way to stay sane
Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I got I got I got

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'll get laid
For your family get 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 to her chin
And it ruins up her make-up
I never wanted
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
It's the wrong way
The only family that she's ever had
Is her seven horny brothers and a drunk-ass dad
He needed money so he put her on the street
Everything was going fine until the day she met me
Happy are you sad, wanna shoot your dad
I'll do anything I can
It's the wrong way
We talk all night, try to make it right
Believe me shit was tight
It was the wrong way
SongtexteSo run away if you wanna stay
Cause I ain't here to make ya, oh no
It's up to you what you really wanna do
Spend some time in America
Dub style!
She'll give you all that she got to give
But I'm gonna make it hard to live
Big salty tears rollin' down to her chin
And it smears up her make-up
I never wanted
So we ran away
And I'm sorry when I say, that straight to this very day
It was the wrong way
She took a hike it don't matter if I like it or not
Because she only wants the wrong way
I gave her all that I had to give
But she still wouldn't take it, oh no
Her two brown eyes are leaking like a sieve
But it still ruins her make-up
I never wanted

Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky
They give it up and they give it up and they give it up
But they never ask why
Daddy was a rollin' rollin' 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, 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 up 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 that I shut my mouth and put down my guitar
Sunday morning hold church down at the bar
Get down on your 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 I see
It's a hellified way to start your day
If I make you cry all night
Me and daddy gonna have a fist fight
It ain't personal, it ain't me
I only hear what you told me to be
SongtexteI'm a backward-ass hillbilly
I'm Dick Butkiss
You know I lie
I get mean, I'm a thief in the dark
I'm a ragin' machine
I'm a triple rectified ass son of a bitch
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 load from my big gun
You only see what you want to believe
When you creep from the back
I got tricks up my sleeve
24/7 the devil's best friend
It makes no difference
It's all the same in the end

(I don't know if you can, but can you get an order 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 should at 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 participating in some anarchy

First spot we hit it was my liquor store
I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford
With red lights flashin', time to retire
And 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 that window drop
Finally we got our own p.a.
Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today? ey

(Call fire at ??? mobile station at Alamedas and Anahiem. Its, ah, flamin' up good.)
(10-4, Alamedas and Anahiem)
Homicide, never doin' no time

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 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 Mexican
And not for the white man
But if you look at the streets
It wasn't about Rodney King
Not this fucked up situation and these fucked up police
It's about coming up
And staying on top
And screamin' 187 on a motherfuckin' cop
It's not written on the paper it's on the wall
National guard
Smoke from all around

(Units - 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. I think they're... they're trying to kill him.)
As long as I'm alive, I'm a live illegal

Let it burn
Wanna let it burn
Wanna let it burn
Wanna, wanna let it burn

Riots on the streets of Miami
W'oh, Riots on the streets of Chicago
On the streets of Long Beach
And San Francisco (Boise, Idaho)
Riots on the streets of Kansas City (Salt Lake; Hunington Beach, California)
Tuscaloosa, Alabama (Compton, Michigan)
Cleveland, Ohio (Pensacola)
Fountain Valley (Texas, Barstow - Let's do this every year)
Paramount; Victorville (Twice a year); Eugene, Oregon
Eureka, California (Let it burn, let it burn)
Hesperia (Oh, ya, let it burn, wont'cha wont'cha let it burn)
Santa Barbara, Nevada; Phoenix, Arizona; San Diego; Lake Worth, Florida
Fucking whole United States(29 Palms)

(Any units assist. ???. Structure fire and - numerous subjects looting.)

(10-15 to get rid of this looter.)
(10-4.)

I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all
If I could find that heina and that sancho that she'd found
Well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down
What I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Well it's love that I neeeeeed
My soul will have to wait till I get back
Find a heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I gotta live it out
Oh yeah un-huh
Well I swear that I, what I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Got love! Make it go
My soul will have to...
What I really wanna say (my baby)
What I really wanna say, is I've got mine
And I'll make it
Yes, I'm going 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
SongtexteTo stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk-ass
What I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, is there's just one way back
And I'll make it
My soul will have to wait

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.

And I wont make love to you
But I Feel love fell love

Jailhouse gets empty
Rudy gets plenty
The baton stick gets shorter
Rudy gets taller
Cant fight against the youth
Cause we're strong and the rude rude people
Cant fight against the youth
Casuse we're strong and the rude rude people

Baby get down
When I was a youth in 1983
It was the best day of my life, had the 89 vision
We didnt fuss or no fight
When all the little daughters wanna be my wife
It was playin on my guitar, on my guitar

I had to be there
I had to be there
I had to be there
I had to be there

When the rhythm playin
I know that I'm gonna be there yeah
SongtexteBud Gaugh will be singing there
And Eric Wilson will be bangin up there, yea
And we'll be all singin...with version, with version

Reagge version
Version, Version, Version oh

What has been told to the wise and up-rooted
Its gonna be revealed unto, and Sublime
Rudy Rudy Rudy
Cant fight against the youth, right now
Them are rude, rude people
Cant fight against the resistance, oh right now
Them are rude, rude people

We gonna rule this land among children
We gonna rule this land...

Cause when that rhythm it was playin on my guitar
On my guitar

I had to be there
I had to be there
I had to be there
I had to be there

When I was a youth it was the best day
It was the best day of my life
We had the 89' vision

We didnt fuss or no fight
When all the little daughters wanna be my wife
When that rhythm it was playin on my guitar
On my guitar

I had to be there
I had to be there
I had to be there
I had to be there
Had to be there...

Jailhouse gets empty
Rudy gets plenty
Baton stick gets shorter
Rudy gets taller, taller
And fight against the youth
Cause we're strong, them are rude, rude people
Cant fight against the youth

Down there at the pawn shop it's only way to shop
down there at the pawn shop if it's not in stone
down there at the pawn shop at no end, no way to shop

down there at the pawn shop what has been told
albino made of stone just remember that it's flesh and bone

so, why I'm down here at the pawn shop
down here at the pawn shop..down here at the pawn shop..down here at the pawn shop
what has been sold, not strictly made of stone
just remember that it's flesh and bone

and I have heard, like dike-a-bird yeah
but just remember that it's flesh and bone
so why I'm down here at the pawn shop..down here at the pawn shop

Go!...right!...huh that's right

down here at the pawn shop it's a nifty way to shop
down here at the pawn shop it's another sold
down here at the pawn shop what has been sold
not strictly made of stone just remember that it's flesh and bone

what has been sold not strictly sold please remember that it's flesh and bone
down here at the pawn shop..down here at the pawn shop

down here at the pawn shop..down here at the pawn shop-yop-yop
hu ooh go! see......

I never thought that when I grew up I would be in a band
And travel to all the best spots in the land
I'm not here to brag or boast
I'm just 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's St. into Michell'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

Johnny Butt was a man with a real strong
Will to survive
He'd just keep pushing on
Even though he was barely alive

So...
Shoot it up
Shoot it up
It just don't matter

Johnny says he wants to 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 pushing
'Cause the streets are yours
There'll come a day
When all that shit wont matter

So...
Shoot it up
SongtexteShoot it up
It just don't matter
When you're resisted 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
You kept on pushing
The streets are yours
And there'll come a day
When all that shit wont matter

So...
Shoot it up
Shoot it up
It just don't matter
Resisted 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

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 ain't even gonna get out of bed
Keep on skankin' ronnie skank the night away
But the time is comin' 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
Ain't even got to listen to all the stupid shit you got to say
I don't wanna do a god damn thing
I ain't gonna make my bed today
I don't wanna eat burritos or read about o.j.
Ain't gonna get a head rush cause i ain't gettin out of bed today

be it your guide is so much to love
you can hide your love its true
it's the freedom game
you can see it every day,
'cause your freedom ain't free

come on down, i know how
i'm gonna make you so feared.

don't you know it ain't no thing before
so don't take more than you need
it's somethin' that i'll do later,
now it's over
it's not my fault

under my voodoo

it's under my voodoo


pray that i leave you high and dry
pray you can make me cry

if your faded, put it in my prayers
i damn my feeling, i roll on
i tell you the truth
Songtexte
it aint no thing
if you wanna get real dry.. one thing though

gonna kill for it, more, more, it's not my fault, it's got me,

and i'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

under my voodoo

under my voodoo

it's under my voodoo

lord, hey, voodoo
lord, hey, voodoo
what'cho wanna wanna wanna do

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

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]

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
I got a dalmation, and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot

Well, life is too short, so love the one you got
'Cause you might get runover or you might get shot
Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest
Never start no static I just get it off my chest
Take a small example, take a tip from me
Take all of your money, give it all to charity
Love is 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'll finally 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'll feel it when the dance gets hot

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that

(That's) why I don't cry when my dog runs away
SongtexteI 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 right to the rock
Fuckin' and fightin', it's all the same
Livin' with Louie dog's the only way to stay sane
Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I got I got I.. got I.... got

summertime and the livin's easy
and bradley's on the microphone w/ ras m.g.
all the people in the dance will agree
that we are well qualified to represent the LBC
me and louie run to the party
dance to the rhythm it gets harder
me and my girl we got this relationship
i love her so bad but she treats me like...
on lock down like a penitentiary
she spreads her lovin' all over
and when she gets home there’s none left for me
[chorus]
oh take this veil from off my eyes
My burning sun will someday rise
so what am i gonna be doin' for a wife
said i'm gonna play with myself
show them how we come off the shelf
[chorus]
evil i've come to tell you that she's evil most definately
evil ornery scandalous and evil most definately
the tension is getting hotter i'd like to hold her head underwater