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Sublime - Right Back Lyrics

Sublime - Right Back Video

Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone
Your girlfriend said so, but I don't really 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
A 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
 
Ohhhh, don't tease me
Ohhh, don't tease me
Don't tease me, yo, yo
 
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
 
Ahh
 
Jump back
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Sublime - D.J.s Lyrics

Sublime - D.J.s Video

All other DJs surely have taken a lesson
Start talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
 
A little competition comes my way
But provided, it always winds up the same
You see the stone that the builder refused
Shall be the head cornerstone
 
Oh, but there ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh
 
All other DJs surely have taken a lesson
Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
 
Enough DJs come with enough, enough stylee
But when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley
 
'Cause there ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
 
Oh, you better be strapped with your Gat if you want to 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, oh, yeah
 
Rubadub blender
A newer mixer so
I am one DJ with enough flava
It go
Here I go, here I'm come
Heara the dubbed down DJ
Lord have his grilled cheese
I mean, ah
I am Jamaican, but I ain't no freak
I caught the man I know with a ten pound bag of tweak
(Ha, ha, ha, tweakin')
(D*m*)
Hold on, though we call it ghost rider
Every time we see them you fulfil the danger, wa, wa
 
Ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh, oh, yeah
 
Dreddy got a job to do
And we might fulfil his 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, bo, bo, bo, bo
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
 
I won't wait so long, mmm
I said
I won't wait so long for you
 
Oh, oh, yeah
Mmm, mmm
Ooh, oh
Hard to get so
Much
Mmm, mmm
 
Stop your messing around
Ahhh
Better think of your future
Ahhh
Time to straighten right out
Ahhh
Before you wind up in jail
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Sublime - Badfish Lyrics

Sublime - Badfish Video

(party in the background)
How's it goin dude?
Hey man, what's up?
Tell Todd he can turn the radio back on.
 
When you grab a hold of me
You 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 would never end
 
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef?
 
Baby you're a big blue whale
Grab the reef when all duck divin' fails
I swim, but I wish I'd never learned
The water's too polluted with germs
 
I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead
Grab the reef underneath my bed
(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?
 
I gotta go dude
 
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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Sublime - Burritos Lyrics

Sublime - Burritos Video

I don't wanna go and party
I don't wanna shoot the pier
I don't wanna take the doggie for walk
I don't wanna look at naked chicks and drink beer
I don't wanna do a bong load
Go and wrench on the car
I don't wanna hose the dog shit down
'cuz I ain't even gonna get outta bed
 
I ain't gettin' I ain't gettin' outta bed today
I ain't gettin' I ain't gettin' outta bed today
 
Keep on skankin' Ronnie, skank the night away
'cuz the time is commin' for us all to pay hey
 
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
And I ain't even got to listen
To all the stupid shit you gotta say
I' don't wanna do a goddamn thing
I don't wanna wanna leave my bed today
 
I don't want I don't wanna leave my bed today
I don't want I don't wanna leave my bed today hey hey hey hey hey..hey
 
Keep on skankin' Ronnie, skank the night away
'cuz the time is comming for us all to pay hey..huh
 
I don't wanna eat burritos
Or read about O.J.
No I don't wanna get a head rush
'cuz I ain't even gettin' outta bed today
 
I ain't gettin' I ain't gettin' outta bed today
I ain't gettin' I ain't gettin' outta bed today
 
I ain't gotta leave my bed today no no no no no no
Noway noway noway noway noway
 
Keep on skankin' Ronnie skank the night away
'cuz the time is commin' for us all to pay hey hey hey
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Sublime - What I Got Lyrics

Sublime - What I Got Video

Early in the morning, risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette, and I'll strap shoes on my feet (Dee dee dee dee dee)
Got to find the reason, 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 motherfucking riot, uh!
 
(Loo da-doo da-doo doo)
(A-loo da-doo doo doo doo doo da-doo doo)
 
Well, 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 ti-di-ti-tip from me
Take all of your money give it all to charity-ty-ty
 
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're bound to 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
 
'Cause lovin' is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin' is what I got, and remember that
Lovin' is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin' is what I got, I got, I got, 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, and remember that
Lovin' is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin' is what I got, I got, I got, I got
 
Yeah, okay, cool, so we're not that far off. So that's...see, but...yeah, we're done there.
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Sublime - Caress Me Down Lyrics

Sublime - Caress Me Down Video

Mucho gusto, me llamo Bradley,
(nice 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 Mixie, and,
If you wanna get beat physically
It will be over in a minute if ya (live: fuck wit me)
 
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 fu 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 fancy,
She gives me the right kind of love on sunday morning.
 
En el otro lado es donde viví,
(on the other side is where I lived )
Con mi hijita que se llama Mixie,
(with my little daughter, who's name is mixie)
Y su hermana, si me querré,
(and her sister, she really likes me)
Y y ahorita, tenemos un bebé,
(and now, we have a baby)
 
Sus padres, sus tíos me trataron matar
(Her parents, her uncles tried to kill me)
But they did not get too far
Un poco después 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 surfear
(to drink and surf)
Platicaba con la raza
(I chatted with the race (locals)
'Cause they know who we are
 
Si no le dio cuenta
(if you didn't notice)
Then I bet you never will
You must be a muñeca
(you must be a doll)
If your still standing still
 
And it went uhh
And the girl caress me down- uhh
And thats the lovin' sound- it went uhh
And the girl caress me down
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 más es panochita,
(but the thing I like most is little pussy)
 
Pon la nalga en la aire if you know who you are,
(put your ass cheek in the air if you know who you are)
Pon la nalga en la aire y empieza gritar,
(put your ass cheek in the air and start to yell)
 
No tenga miedo, I'm your papi,
(don't be scared, I'm your daddy.)
Take your chones, y los manden a mí,
(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)
 
Because uhh
And the girl caress me down- uhh
And thats the lovin' sound uhh
And the girl caress me down
Thats the lovin' sound
 
Caress me down, UH!
That's the, lovin' sound, uhh
And the girls caress me down,
That's the lovin', sound
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Sublime - Same In The End Lyrics

Sublime - Same In The End Video

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, oh
He rolled away one day and he never came home, ha-ha, ha
 
It ain't hard to understand
This ain't Hitler's master plan
What it takes to be a man
Ooh, in my mind, in my brain
I'm rollin' 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
The day that I die will be the day that
I shut my mouth and put down my guitar, uh
Sunday morning hold church down at the bar
Get down on your knees and start to pray, oh
Pray my itchy rash will go away, yow
 
Now 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 am what you told me to be
I'm a backwards-ass hillbilly, I'm Dick Buttkiss
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 on my ass and it makes me itch
I can see for miles and miles and miles, oh
My broken heart makes me smile
 
In my mind, in my brain
I go back I go completely insane
It ain't personal; it ain't me
And if I make you cry all night
I'll 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've got tricks up my sleeve
24/7, devil's best friend
Makes no difference; it's all same in the end
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Sublime - Garden Grove Lyrics

Sublime - Garden Grove Video

We took this trip to Garden Grove
It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party; five dollars at the door
It gets so real sometimes
Who wrote my rhyme?
 
I've 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
'Cuz 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
Sittin' through a shitty band
Gettin' dog shit on my hand
Gettin' hassled by the man
Wakin' up to an alarm
Stickin' needles in your arm
Pickin' up trash on the freeway
Feelin' depressed every day
Leavin' with out makin' a sound
Pickin' my dog up at the pound
Livin' in a tweaker pad
Gettin' yelled at by my dad
Sayin' I'm happy when I'm not
Findin' roaches in the pot
Oh, all these things I do
They're waiting for you
 
Yeah
 
Madness
Madness
Madness
Madness
Madness
Madness, madness
Madness
Madness, madness
Madness
Madness
Madness, madness
Madness, madness
 
Yeah
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Sublime - Date Rape Lyrics

Sublime - Date Rape Video

Let me tell you about a girl I know
Had a drink about an hour ago
Sittin' in a corner by herself
In a bar in downtown hell
 
She heard a noise and she looked to 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
A brand new car was parked right outside
How'd you 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 three or four
And they left and got into his car
And they drove away some place real far
 
Now, babe, the time has come
How'd you like to have a little fun?
And she said, If we could only please be on our way, I would 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, we're 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, 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 story
 
Next day, she went to her drawer
Looked up her local attorney-at-law
Went to the phone and filed a 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 he was full of shit
And he gave him twenty-five years
Now his heart is filled with tears
 
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
 
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
She didn't want to
She didn't want to
She didn't want to take it
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Sublime - Get Ready Lyrics

Sublime - Get Ready Video

Some folks say that smokin' herb is a crime
If they catch your smokin' they're bound to drop the dime
Insufferable, informer crazy fools
Wait with their fingers crossed for you to break the rules
And in the evenin', we try to jam
We like our music loud in this here band
We let the bass line drop as loud as we can stand
Somebody always gotta turn informer for the man
 
I want to know know right now
Is there one of you in the crowd?
Are ya gonna call 911
And spoil all my fun?
You crazy fools
 
Reme..re..mem.remem..remem..re..mem..remem remember never never never go call me sha-la-la-la love
 
I'm in the mood get ready
I'm in the mood, c'mon now yeah
I'm in the mood are you ready?
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah c'mon
 
Load up the bong, crank up this song let the informer call 911
Load up the bong, crank up this song let the informer call 911
And when security police force wanna 'rive
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
 
Reme..re..mem.remem..remem..re..mem..remem remember never never never go call me sha-la-la-la love
 
I'm in the mood get ready
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah
I'm in the mood are you ready?
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah
 
And in the evenin' when we try to jam
We like the music loud in this here band
Oh I wanna know now I wanna know know right now
Are you willin' are you willin' and able?
Oh oh whoa forgot them crazy fools
 
Here the boy boy bittity biboy I said you don't wanna go there
 
Some folks say that smokin' herb is a crime
If they catch ya smokin' they're bound to drop the dime
Insufferable, informa crazy fools
Wait with their fingers crossed for you to break the rules
 
But I'm in the mood get ready
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah
I'm in the mood are you ready?
I'm in the mood c'mon now yeah
I'm in the mood get ready I'm in the mood
I'm in the mood uh.
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Sublime - Jailhouse Lyrics

Sublime - Jailhouse Video

GO! and I won't make love to you
And I feel the love feel the love la love.
 
Jailhouse gets empty.
Rudy gets plenty.
The baton stick gets shorter
Rudy gets taller
 
Can't fight against the youth 'cuz we're strong
Them are rude rude people
Can't fight against the youth 'cuz we're strong
And the rude rude people long, baby get now
 
When I was a youth in 1983 was the best day of my life.
Had the '89 vision.
We didn't 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 was playin'. I know that I'm gonna be there, yeah.
 
Oh Bud Gaugh will be singing there and Eric Wison will be banging out there, yeah.
Ohh and we'll be all singing with version with versions raggae
Version, version, version, version ohh
Ohhhh whoa ooooh
What has been told to the wise and uprooted, yeah,
It's gonna be revealed onto babes and Sublime.
 
Can't fight against the youth. Right now them are rude, rude people.
Can't fight against the resistance. Whoa right now them are rude rude people.
We're gonna rule this land. Among children were gonna rule this land.
'Cuz 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.
 
Oh, when I was a youth, it was the best day it was the best day of my life.
Had the '89 vision. We didn't 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. I had to be there.
Had to be there yeah mmhmmm mmm ohhh oh oh oh oh ahhhhh
 
Jailhouse gets empty.
And Rudy gets plenty.
Baton stick gets shorter.
Rudy gets taller, taller.
Can't fight against the youth, 'cuz we're strong.
Them are rude, rude people.
Can't fight against the youth.
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Sublime - Santeria Lyrics

Sublime - Santeria Video

Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ha, ahh
 
I don't practice Santeria, I ain't got no crystal ball
Oh I had a million dollars but I'd, I'd spent it all
If I could find that Heina, and that Sancho that she's found
Well I'd pop a cap in Sancho, and I'd slap her down
 
What I really wanna know, ah, baby, mmm
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 and all
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I gotta live it up, oh yeah, huh, well I swear that I
 
What I really wanna know, my baby, mmm-hmm
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Back, love, make it go
My soul will have to
 
Ooh, 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 coming up
Tell Sanchito, that if he knows what is good for him, he best go run and 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
Ooh, what I really wanna say is there's just one
Way back, and I'll make it, yeah
My soul will have to wait
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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