My place is not a home,. don't make no difference. but I have found that I need a place to stay,. I never listen what bud lord man gotta say,. . You shoulda seen all the flops in my house.
Some folks say that 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.
(Here they come now, you see that?. Yep both of the crews. They look they gonna fight). . We took this trip to garden grove.. It smelt like lou-dog inside the van..
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.
My place is not a home,. don't make no difference. but I have found that I need a place to stay,. I never listen what bud lord man gotta say,. . You shoulda seen all the flops in my house.
From under that great stone got to move. From under that great stone gots to remove. From under that great stone. Stone of babylon. From under that great stone got to remove.
On the freeway in the county the sun don't shine. I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel a Bati man. Outside my cell deputies creep. And in this cell all I do is sleep and I dream.
Crazy, crazy. Crazy fool. Cra--zy fool. . If she thinks that she. Gonna dispose my world. Gotta-be-a crazy, crazy, crazy,. Crazy fool. Cra--zy fool. .
Unreleased Track. This rare song is a live studio performance that contains no lyrics, and is a partial take on another unknown song. During the course of the track, you can hear Bradley addressing the band, instructing them on how to play the music..
And I'm through, gonna fuck with you. Then I say what the fuck with you?. And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. . Comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'.
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.
It's recording, clock says half past one. I have no sunglasses as I step into the sun. I know I did something, Lord, what could it be?. Woke up in the morning and all my friends hate me.
From under that great stone got to move. From under that great stone gots to remove. From under that great stone. Stone of babylon. From under that great stone got to remove.
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.
You should never get your style. from watching MTV. all you get is fashion. no originality. what clothes are they wearing. or what drugs are they on. if I drove a Mercedes, would I be someone?.
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..
You know what's takin' place?. Check this out. . This is Sublime, hey. I'm Mad Lion for the borderline, hey, hey. This is Sublime. I'm Mad Lion for the borderline, hey, hey.
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).