Gold

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

Now a days is clear as you please
Strap with protection or struck
With disease, 'cause laughter, it's free
Anytime just call me 439-0116
When your down with Sublime, you get

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 serischisous tip
You don't believe me then I believe go on bust your lip

'Cause 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

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

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 of
my stories, tales, lies, and exaggerations.
I'm gonna
When your living life like a show
you gotta
take a bow to the people you know

I said lie, for me
lying under a process tree
oh engrossing in my brain
feeling like I'm going a little insane.

a little close inside
feels like I'm going INSANE!

Red lights
are sinking low

I grab another beer cuz it's time to go...

I feel my head burst, I head out to your car
And I pray to Jesus Christ, but you won't get too far

I say uh, headlights and uh second gear
I run the road of like and skip the things you fear
I said that you might, that you might find a better way
to justify the evil things that you say

Ah, help me please, ah help me please
because I'm going upon my knees

I said, I said
going down to my knees
I 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 friend
cuz it seems all right, gonna push him around
but I can't be taken for no clown.

Because,
when I am on the ground I CRY!

wowowowowowo.. Dub Style!

oh, cool and easy
oh no
cool and easy
to the sweet reggae music
oh no
feels all right to sweet reggae music
feels all right
sweet reggae music....

I swear sometimes your taking me for granted
And I swear sometimes that you're a whore
And I swear but I know there ain't no reason
'Cuz everything is such a bore

Last night I had a dream
Oh, it made me sick
Saw you in your bedroom
Suckin' someone else's dick

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 blow
So I'm waiting for the tide to get low
Waiting for the tide to get low

Lick 'em, suck, rock
Suck, like the hard way

If I was an ant crawlin' 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 the trance
But it ain't house music
That makes me wanna dance word

I don't gamble but I bet
I'm gonna die if I don't get a cigarette
Just because I always play the mac
I'm gonna put the monkey on my back, God knows

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 around me
And love, she send a message of love

She said, "I love up the way you move, I love the way you rap"
Ramona please step back
Now she's my Ruca, I'm barely waiting for my Heina

She moved from Long Beach down to LA
Right now she's selling oranges by the freeway
I wanna know, Ramona am I the only one? Tell me

And she said, "You're not the only one, but your the best, Bradley"
Now I'm waiting for my Ruca
And I barely pulled up with my Heina

I know tonight I'll be behind her
And I barely pulled up with my Heina

I smoke two joints in the morning
I smoke two joints at night
I smoke two joint in the afternoon
It makes me feel all right

I smoke two joints in time of peace
And two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints
And then I smoke two more

Daddy he once told me
"Son, you be hard workin' man"
And momma she once told me
"Son, you do the best you can"
Then one day I meet a man
He came to me and said
"Hard work good and hard work fine
But first take care of head"

Whoa rock me to the night
Ja say

Do you believe I would take such a thing with me
and give it to a police man?
I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that.
If I did that would you say, "Sir come down and put the charge on me"?
I wouldn't do that, no I wouldn't do that.
I'm not a fool to hurt myself, but I was innocent to what they done to me,
they were wrong, they were wrong.

Give it to me, one time,
Give it to me, two times,
Give it to me, three times,
Give it to me, four times

Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now?
Right now somebody else has that number.
One more time 5447 what's my number? what's my number now?
Right now somebody else has that number.

People listen up don't stand to near
I got something that you all should hear.
All lies, all the lies they've told to me
for my little part of history.
I was always taught that boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way.
Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok.
I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time
to listen to conflicting points of view.
It's a crazy world to live alone,
a ball and chain I call my own

People listen up don't stand to close
I got something that you all should know
Holy Matrimony is not for me.
Rather die alone in misery.
I was always taught that boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later, the sweet babys on the way.
Isn't that what they used to say?
With a girl that you knew,
and the bonds that we grew.
Turned into a ball and chain.
I step into the great unknown,
a ball and chain I call my own.
Crazy world to live alone

With a girl that you knew,
and the bonds that we grew,
turned into a ball and chain.
I step into the great unknown,
with a ball and chain I call my own.
Because marriage doesn't work in the world today
It's an institutionthat is in decay.
And if I have love I wish to portray,
I will surely find another way.

Because I was always taught boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later the sweet babys on the way,
Kiss 'em on the check and lifes ok.
I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time
to listen to conflicting points of view
I step into the great unknown,
with a ball and chain I call my own

No importa que seriada
Porque todo se quitara
Ay no puedo ver lo
Ni en pintura
Cuando empezemos
No lo dia cuento
De que luego, Tu viera que pagar
Pero, tuviste tambien
Me muero acostame con ti
Con ti
Con ti

No me propongo deriacad
Vive en vejar vivir
Pero el amigo
Tienes un condon en el bolsio

Yo no soy medico
No soy chapusero
Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo
Pero si se camia, ella seria mia
Para ser poseido en propeidad
En propeidad

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,
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 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!

By the rivers of Babylon
Where he sat down
And there he wept when he remembered Zion.

Oh from the wicked, carry us away captivity
Required from us a song
How can we sing King Alpha's song in a strange land?

So let the words of our mouth
And the meditations of our hearts
Be acceptable in thy sight
O-verride

By the rivers of Babylon
Where he sat down
And there he wept when he remembered Zion.

Oh from the wicked, carry us away captivity
Required from us a song
How can we sing King Alpha's song in a strange land?
How can we sing King Alpha's song in a strange land?

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.

Gwarn!
Wake up in the in the mornin' and it's hard to live.
Hard to live, yes it's hard to live
And it will be a long time before that shit starts to give.
And every single day it's getting harder to live.
But I would be up for being down with a ho.
Lord knows that i got mic control, do you got mic control?
Ya no dis this stylee when ours is original.

This man, makin' money how I know, won't be no man of me.
In my bed I watch TV.
I'm drunk by noon, but that's OK.
I'll be President some day.
Light my cigarette, and I think,
Burt Suzanka made me drink.
Load the box and I'll pump that shit.
Got my (It's the Ziggens) greatest hits
Got my (It's the Ziggens) greatest hits

Is this band making money? I don't know.
It's 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,
Burt Suzanka made me drink.
Load the box and I'll pump that shit.

[Gwen]
Every day I love him a little bit more,
a little 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 sense 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 deceive you.
[Brad]
And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,
and I'll be waiting for you in the middle, but I just lack control.
[both]
Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.
It makes no sense 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 the men use you.
[Gwen]
Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel all right,
It's your own life.

[Raleigh]
That's chapter 1, would you like to have chapter 2? You better you son of a bitch, I know the way.

[Movie]
Here's adventure, here's romance, here's the famous Robbin Hood of the old west.
Cisco, the sheriff, he's getting closer!
Make way Poncho, vominous.
The Cisco Kid.

[Brad]
Way, way, way back days, the year, 1983.
had to get a job, had to make some mon-ne-ne.
Picked up a pen and a pad, drops reality.
Never thinking that I would live to see the day I rocked my own CD.
We used to do the dance we called wobie-wobie.

Now S.T.P. 1993, so Hollywood get out my way.
My mom's words seems like yesterday, "Love Jesus, don't forget to pray."
She most have gone with the boss D.J. Right?

(Don't be too sure of that fat one. Fat one?)

Next thing you know, skinny coming with the 9mm.
'Cuz he who has the money has the authority,
and respect to the man with the oz.

(I'm pretty handy with a six gun myself)

The 808 kit is on my hitlist,
and this beat's cooking like a piped out bliss.
It wasn't hard to do, it so easy.
Because to me loops come naturally.
Mom's words seem like yesterday. (COUGH)

(What's your name? Cisco Kid. Si. Poncho's name is, Poncho.)

And now in '94 we got an S.T.P.,
a half pack of smokes, and oh yes, aunt Bea.
A fifteen pack of Old Milwaukee.
A Dalmation and a girlfriend, but I ain't got no mon-ne-ne-ne.
The 808 is within my reach,
Sublime beats are comin' straight from Long Beach.
If you think that hollywood didn't get what he deserved,
call 808 kid to get served

[movie]
There's always some hombre that can't resist swapin' lead,
just to see if their faster with the six gun than Cisco is.

They'll only find out Cisco is fastest.

Well that don't stop 'em from tryin' Poncho, like Slade here,
he fancys himself as fast on the draw as a quarter-horse takin' after a stray.

What's the matter? Can't the Cisco Kid talk for himself? Is that how you
got your reputation Cisco, By havin' your partner build you up?

I make no claim to a reputation senior, and no one has to talk for me.
The Cisco Kid, heh, the kid part fits you from the way you act.
I've meet with your kind before.
You a foolish hombre if you think he will not fight you.
Your making big talk for an hombre who won't fight.
You are wrong Slade, I'll fight you any place, any time. If there is a good reason.
Well here's a fist full of reasons!
Now you two quit that.
Just as soon as I finish off this Cisco Kid.
You are the one that is finished you faggot.
Way to go Cisco. Is that a good punch?
all right you two, that's enough, let him alone Cisco.
I won't forget this Cisco, I'll take this up with you another time.
Any time hombre, I'd be glad to accommodate you.
I'll make it soon Cisco.
Shut up cash, keep your mouth shut.

Thats what I mean, Cisco, you attract trouble like a fiddler attracts a
square dance, you understand why I don't want you staying in this town?

Do not worry sheriff...

There's a steel train comin' through,
I would take it if I could. And I would not lie to you
because Sunday morning soon will come
when things would be much easier to say
upon the microphone like a boss DJ
when I would work upon the sea like it was dry land.
The boss DJ ain't nothin' but a man.

No trouble no fuss, .. I know why.
It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice.
It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice.

Rumors flyin' all over town, but it's just stones and
sticks.
'Cause on the microphone is where I go to get my fix.
Just let the lovin' take ahold, 'cause it will if you
let it.
I'm funky, not a junky, but I know where to get it.

[Chorus]

Oo-we girl, oo-we girl
There really ain't no time to waste, really ain't no
time to hate.
Ain't got no time to waste, time to hate.
Really ain't no time to make the time go away.
So mister DJ, don't stop the music, I wanna know,
Are you feelin' the same way too?
I wanna rock with you girl, oo-girl, ooo-girl, oooo-
girl.
Don't stop.

Cause, It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice.
It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice.

Now a days, the songs on the radio all, all drive me
crazy.

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,
And 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!

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 Dalmatian, and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fuckin' riot

Life is too short, so love the one you got
'Cause you might get run over 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
Yeah, 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 remember that
Lovin' is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin' is what I got

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

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

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
I'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 arm 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 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
Oh, what I really wanna say, I can't define
Well it's love that I need, oh

My soul will have to wait till I get back
Find a heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one an' all
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I gotta live it out, oh yeah
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, oh
My soul will have to

Oh, 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 goin' up

Tell Sanchito that if he knows
What is good for him
He best go run an' hide
Daddy's got a new forty-five

And I won't think twice to 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
Oh, what I really wanna say
Is there's just one way back?
And I'll make it, yaa
My soul will have to wait

Go!
And I won't feed the love to you
And I feel love, feel love, love

Jailhouse gets empty
Rudy gets plenty
The baton stick gets shorter
Rudy gets taller

Can't fight against the youth
Cause we're strong them are rude, rude people
Can't fight against the youth
Cause we're strong them are 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
Like a vision
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
Well Bud Gaugh will be singing there
And Eric Wilson will be bangin' up there, yeah
Oh and we'll be all singin'...with version, with version, reggae version
version, version, version oh

What has been told to the wise and up-rooted, yeah
Its gonna be revealed unto bass, and Sublime

Rudy rudy rudy

Can't fight against the youth, right now
Them are rude, rude people
Can't 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 didn't fuss or no fight
When all the little nacas 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
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
Can't fight against the youth

Being your guide is a monster ride
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

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

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

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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,
the 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]

Summertime and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G.
All people in the dance will agree
That we're well qualified to represent the L.B.C.
G, me and Louie, we all run to the party
And 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 it
On lock down like a penitentiary
She spreads her lovin' all over
And when she gets home, there's none left for me

Summertime and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G.
All people in the dance will agree
That we're well qualified to represent the L.B.C.
G, me and Louie, we go run to the party
Dance to the rhythm, it gets harder

Oh, take this veil from off my eyes
My burning sun will some day rise
What am I gonna be doin' for a while?
Say, I'm gonna play with myself
Show them, now we've come off the shelf, so what?

Summertime, the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G.
All people in the dance will agree
That we're well qualified to represent the L.B.C.
G, me and Louie, run to the party
And dance to the rhythm, it gets harder

Evil, come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely
Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely
The tension is getting hotter
I'd like to hold her head underwater

Me and my girl, we got a relationship
Me and my girl, we got a relationship
My girl, we got a relationship
Oh, me and my girl, we got a

Take a tip, take a tip, take a ti-ti-tip from me

Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G.
All people in the dance will agree
That we're well qualified to represent the L.B.C.
G, la la Louie, well everybody run to the rhythm, it gets harder

Summertime, the livin's easy