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Sublime lyrics
Album: Stand by Your Van [1998]
| Don't Push | |
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Don't push
Stolen from an africa 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
The music goes all night
And it goes..
If I was bob marley I said could you be loved?
And if I was half pint I'd ball lord up above
If I was mike tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a boomtown rat I would be stayin' up all night
If I was the king ad-rock I would get stoopid dumb
And if rhymes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb
If I had a shotgun, you know what I'd do?
I'd point that shit straight 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 work goes unspoken
The music goes all night,
And it goes
I want a lover but I can't find the time
I want a reason but can't find a rhyme
I want to start some static but I can't afford
To get slammed to the ground like I fell off my skateboard
Hey
Now a days is clear as you please
Strap with protection or struck with disease...disease
Laughter, it's free
Anytime just call me
439-0116
When your down with sublime
You get
Funky fresh lyrics.
Stolen from an africa land,
I'll chase that other bar,
I saw my best friend tonight, so, don't push me too far
I'm 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 belive me then I go on bust your lip
Higher the mountain, it hard to climb
Rougher the rhythm man, it must be sublime
Listen yellow lover yet it right on time
We got cricket with the quickness and the bass line...
40oz continue here
Go and wake the town, tell the people the news,
Ohh, hey, tell them reggae music is on the loose.
Here I am like a ragin' storm
With a brand new style and a unique fashon.
(sung at same time)
I am from the place where the sun keeps shinin', shinin'
And good good vibes, that keep on playin', playin'
Them a fire one shot for peace, eqality
Come, come, thema come with a rougha stylee
Come, come, thema care about you wicked stylee
Come, come, if ya come with your wicked stylee
Thema fire one shot-
Pump pump lick-a-shot,
Thema fire two shots
Pump pump lick-a-shot,
Thema fire three shots
Pump pump pump lick-a-shot,
Thema hear about me rock
With me armor
When they start counterreact with me armor
Thama launch an attack with me armor
Coutnerreact with me armor
When they start counterreact
When me am bigger
Hear me copy
Tell you about this wicked stylee
People wanna come up and they wan' tell me:
Smokin' crack cocaine better than sensi.
Your're puffin' that shit yo we're sick of it!
Tweakin' every weekend and we just can't take it.
Whoa-oh, we no wan' plastic!
Ba!
Shs continue here
Lord have his grilled cheese
This the kinda rhythm make you wanna explode
Not like doin coke or cheeba
Not like takin a load
Because I'm on time me style rough and rugged
I keep my body strong, clean and ...
People wanna come up and they want tell me
Smokin crack cocaine better than sensi
Once done it
Me sick of it
If you touch me style
Me gonn' bust your lip
We give it to you like a newman flick
Because it's simple
We don't want plastic, bo!
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| Right Back | |
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Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone
Your girlfriend said so, but I really don't know
That don't mean we fucked around
That night last week when you left town
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
Uh-huh, sometimes right now
Since I've left the pen
Feels like I'm right back there again
Sometimes I pray
Waiting, waiting for some bright holiday (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 girfriend 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 (holiday)
So I bought myself a gun
And I'm right back, right back where I'm from
Oohhh, don't tease me
Ohhh, don't tease me
Don't tease me, oh
Sometimes I pray
Waiting, waiting for some bright holiday (holiday)
So I bought myself a gun
Now I'm right back, right back where I'm from
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| New Thrash | |
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I've got so much trouble on my mind
That it feels if like I'm always
Sleepin' with the enemy,
But I know the real world
Always gets the last word in,
That's why I gotta kick reality
So don't tease me,
And try to say that I should care,
Might as well go out for mine
'cuz everybody's going out for theirs.
(miguel) so don't tell me about a fake drug war,
Cut education programs more,
The people will one day learn and rise
'cuz not everyone is out to score
People always ask me why people are all fucked up;
At every corner there's a liquor store
Peace
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| Let's Go Get Stoned | |
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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 else's dick, (oh 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 no 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 by my last cigarette
Hold me close I always play the mack
With this monkey on my back.
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| Greatest Hits | |
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Wake up in the morning 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's getting harder to give,
But God would be up for being down with a ho.
Lord knows that I got fuckin' mic control.
Do you got the mic control?
You notice your style 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.
Got my greatest hits.
Got my greatest hits.
Is this band, makin money?
I don't know.
The writing on the wall.
All my friends drink alcohol.
I'm too drunk to light the bong.
I'm too stoned to write this song.
Light my cigarette and
I think that bert susanka made me drink.
Load the box and then pump that shit.
Got my greatest hits
Wake up in the morning and it's hard to live.
Hard to live, hard to live
It's hard to live and it will be a long time
Before shit starts to give,
And every single day it's getting harder to give,
But God would be up for being down with a ho.
Lord knows that I got fuckin' mic control.
Do you got mic control?
You notice your style 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 hit,
The ziggens greatest hit,
The ziggens his great-est hit
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| Date Rape | |
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Let me tell you about a girl I know,
Had a drink about an 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 eyebrow raised as he walked through 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,
If 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 his got a big scar.
Come on party people won't you listen to me.
Date rape stylie.
The next day she went to her drawer, looked 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 tears.
That 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.
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 take it!
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| S.T.P. | |
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Stp?
All that I need
Look at all the love that we found, oh
I won't run and pull no one jack move
They love her for the kingston sound,
Flava flav and i-c-e
Once said somethin' that made me
Want to burn my liquor store down to the .....ground
But I just can't leave the pad
Cause I'll surely wind up dead
'cuz I know they're out there waitin'
And watchin' for me
.....
And my wooden baseball bat
And my shiny silver gat
And if my homie got my back
Then I've got all that I need
Look at all the love we've found, oh
I won't run and pull no one jack move
They love her for the kingston sound
Oh
I wont slip and I won't trip
Send matt vargas to regrip
While I'm wrenchin' on my ride
In that old secret tweaker pad where we hide
There's always lotsa fun stuff to do
Like relax and design a brand new tattoo
Play with my crossword puzzle book
I'm even learnin' how to cook
Have you seen little whore, baby
Someone said that she stole my freddie
And if she made off with my last clean rig
I'm gonna kill that funky ditch pig
So what?
Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad
Cuz I know you're talkin bout me
Made it
Hard to live
Cuz i
Don't want nobody come to hunt somebody down
My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest dope spot in town
I just take it nice and easy,
Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me
Cuz all that I need
Look at all the love we've found, oh
3, 4
I wont run and pull the one jack move
They love her for the kingston sound,
You're really much too kind...
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| Badfish | |
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When you grab a hold of me
Tell me that I'll never be set free
But 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 hope 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 I wish I've never learned
The water's too polluted with germs
I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead
Grab the reef underneath my bed
It's 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 get old
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef
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| D.J.S | |
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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
But 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
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| Work That We Do | |
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Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,
That we've seen it all, the lies wont get you.
I've got fourteen miles to go,
I've got rythem comin' sence 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 somthing 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.
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| Pool Shark | |
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Lying in my plastic bed,
Thinking how thinking how things wern't so cool me.
My baby likes to shoot pool,
I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,
It used to be so cool.
Now I've got that needle, I can shake, but I can't bleed.
Take it away, but I want more and more.
One day I'm gonna loose the war.
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| Ebin | |
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Can hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin on my nutz, haha
Out my window, cool and bright
Day so slowly into night
Funny how things look the same
Now that my friend ebin's changed
Ebin was a cooley that I used to know
Now he's down with the plo
He's cold kickin it live with the kkk
No jvc, no jfa
Cooly was sportin' black tennis shoes
He was looking for something to use
With a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boose
Well, it could be me or it could be you.
Oh feels like my whole life is rearragned
Ebin you changed
Ebin ebin ebin ebin you oh how you changed
Oh you changed
Oh how you've 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
Hooked on crack just the other day
Now he's down with the cia
We got covert operation in vietnam
With a hit man assasin like a long strong arm
He went down to protect his country
Eat mexican food and make lots o' money
Come back up north 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
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| All You Need | |
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Headin out for austin now we're half way out the road
Buddy bye, buddy bye, buddy buy, buddy buy
Steady starin out the window
Feels good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it
Back out on the road's where we like to be seated
Half-pint style we got the euroy style
Half-pint style we got the euroy style
Put that shit together wanna create a style
Put that shit together wanna create a style
Back out on the highway, I wont feel afraid
Little piece of paper sayin how we wont get paid
Back out on the highway, pheonix looks the same
Dont ask me, I got noone to blame
I cant make you understand
Im rising up in a hip-hop dance
Thats all you need
Headin out for austin now we're half way out the road
Buddy bye, buddy bye, buddy buy, buddy buy
Steady starin out the window
Feels good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it
Back out on the road's where we like to be seated
Lights upon me and the stars up above
Cuz on the interstate it's all about love love love
If I ever realize thats how it has to be
All the dj dallas wanna give me the money
Back out on the highway, I wont feel afraid
Little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain
Back out on the highway, pheonix looks the same
Dont ask me, I got noone to blame
I cant make you understand
Im rising up in a hip-hop dance
Thats all you need
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| Waiting for My Ruca | |
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Punk rock changed our lives
(dog barking)
Good boy, good boy, good boy
On the east side,
That's where I met my ramona,
I wanna go to a party,
That's what she said,
Lonely, that's what I've been,
Here's my telephone number call me
And to a party, a house party,
Whole loop a 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
(bo, bo)
Ramona please step back
Now she's my ruca, I'm barely waiting for my heina.
She moved from long beach down to l.a.
Right now she's 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
(bo,bo)
And now I'm waiting for my ruca
And I barely pulled up with my heina
I know tonight I'll be behind her
Don't fuck around with my heina
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| Caress Me Down | |
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Mucho gusto me llamo bradley,
(glad to meet you my name is bradley)
Im 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 mixie, 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 then she pulled out my mushroom tip
And when it came out, it went drip drip drip
I didnt know she had the g.i. joe, kung foo grip
And it went - uhh
And the girl caress me down- uhh
And thats that lovin sound- it went uhh
And the girl caress me down- uhh
And thats that lovin sound
When I kiss mixie she makes me feel horny,
Cause I'm the type of lover with the sensitivity,
When she kiss my neck and tickle me frenzy,
The right kind of lover on sunday morning.
En el otro lado es donde vivi,
(on the other side is where I lived (in the u.s.))
Con mi hijita, que se llama mixie,
(with my little daughter, who's name is mixie)
Y su hermana, si me quiere,
(and her sister, she really likes me)
Y ya horita, tenemos un bebe,
(and in a moment, we'll have a baby)
Sus padres sus tios me trataron matar
(your parents, your uncles tried to kill me)
But they did not get too far
Un poco despues tuve 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)
Placticaba con la rasa
(talking with the homies)
Cause they know who we are
Si no so dio cuenta
(if you didnt take notice)
Then I bet you never were
You must be a muneca
(you must be a sissy doll)
If your still standing still
And it went - uhh
And the girl caress me down- uhh
And thats that lovin sound- it went uhh
And the girl caress me down- uhh
And thats that lovin sound
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 yell)
No tenga miedo, I'm your papi,
(don't be scared, I'm your dad..)
Take your chones, y les mandan a mi,
(take your panties and send them to me)
Levanta, levanta, tienes que gritar,
(get up, get up, you have to yell)
Levanta, levanta, tienes que bailar.
(get up, get up, you have to dance)
And it went - uhh
And the girl caress me down- uhh
And thats that lovin sound- it went uhh
And the girl caress me down- uhh
And thats that lovin sound
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| KRS-One | |
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In school they never taught bout hamburgers or steak,
Elijah muhammed 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 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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