Stand by Your Van

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

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.

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.

All that I need
Look at all the love that we found, oh
I won't run and pull 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
'Cause I know they're out there waitin'
And watchin' for me

Still I got my yellow cat
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

Ohh
Ohh

I wont 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 lots of 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 then 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
'Cause I know you're talkin' about me, makin' it hard to live
But I don't no want no dick, don't want no money down
My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest spot in town
Take it nice and easy
Don't want no Sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me

'Cause all that I need
Look at all the love we've found, oh
I wont run and pull the one jack move
They love her for the Kingston sound, oh

Baby, wanna give me kisses sweet
Only for a night with no repeat
Baby you wanna leave and never go
But the taste of honey is worse than none at all

All of the Dj's surely have taken a lesson
Start talking trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson

A little competition comes my way
(Billy Bye)
But it always winds up the same
But "The stone that the builder refused
Shall be the head corner stone"

Ah, but there
Ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night

Oh, all of the Dj's surely have taken a lesson
Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson

Enough Dj's come with enough
Enough stylee
But when I bust my lyrics
We all know it's wicked and wiley

Ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night

Oh, you better strapped with your gat if you wan' walk with me
I bound to come down with the new stylee
Rockin' rubadub known as reggae music
Gonna come down with the new lyrics

'Cause it just ain't no thing
Oh, I said it's been a real long time

Oh, but there
Ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night, oh yea

Oh yeah, rubadub blender
A new mixer, go
I am the one Dj with enough flava, it go
Here I go, here I'm come, heara the dubbed down Dj

Lord, have this grilled cheese
I mean ah, I am Jamaican but I ain't no freak
I caught the man Ino with a ten pound bag of tweak
Hold on, though we call it ghost rider
Every time we see them you fulfill the danger, woman

Ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh, oh yea

Dreddy got a job to do
And we might fulfill the mission
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
But ah, we will survive in this world of competition
Using guns and our ammunition

Bo, bo, bo
Go, go, go

I won't wait so long
I said "I won't wait so long for you"
Oh, oh, yeah, ooh oh
Hard to get so much

Hmm, stop your messin' around
Ah ah, better think of your future
Ah ah, time you straighten right out
Ah ah, or you'll wind up in jail

Lying in my plastic bed,
thinking how things weren't so cool to 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 breathe.
Take it away, but I want more and more.
One day I'm gonna loose the war.


Lying in my plastic bed,
thinking how things weren't so cool to 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, and I can bleed.
Take it away, but I want more and more.
One day I'm gonna lose the war.

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!

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,
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]