Sublime Lyrics

Track List:
(Read Below)
Certifications:
RIAA: 2X Platinum
Alternative Cover:
40oz. to Freedom 1992
1. "Waiting for My Ruca" (Nowell) 2:20
Contains sample of "History Lesson - Part II" by the Minutemen
Contains sample of "Tough" by Kurtis Blow

2. "40 oz. to Freedom" (Nowell) 3:02
3. "Smoke Two Joints" (C. Kay, M. Kay) 2:53
Originally Recorded by The Toyes
Contains sample of Beyond the Valley of the Dolls
Contains samples of "Outside!" by The Ziggens
Contains sample of "No More" by Eazy-E

4. "We're Only Gonna Die for Our Arrogance" (Graffin)
Cover of "We're Only Gonna Die" by Bad Religion

5. "Don't Push" (Nowell) 4:18
6. "54-46 That's My Number/Ball and Chain" (Hibbert, Nowell) 5:17
"54-46 That's My Number" was originally recorded by Toots & the Maytals
7. "Badfish" (Nowell) 3:04
8. "Let's Go Get Stoned" (Nowell) 3:32
Contains samples of "Just Don't Bite It" by N.W.A
Contains samples of "Rebel Without a Pause" by Public Enemy
Contains sample of "Contract on the World Love Jam" by Public Enemy
Contains sample of "(You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (To Party!)" by the Beastie
Boys
9. "New Thrash" (Nowell) 1:30
10. "Scarlet Begonias" (Hunter,Garcia) 3:31
Originally recorded by The Grateful Dead
Contains samples of "Funky Drummer" by James Brown

11. "Live at E's" (Nowell)- 3:08
12. "D.J.s" (Nowell) 3:18
Contains lyrics from "A Message To You Rudy" by The Specials

13. "Chica Me Tipo" (Nowell) 2:16
14. "Right Back" (Nowell) 2:49
15. "What Happened" (Nowell) 3:27
Contains sample from "Rhapsody in Blue" by George Gershwin
Contains elements of "Tequila" by The Champs

16. "New Song" (Nowell) 3:14
Contains sample from "Atomic Dog" by George Clinton
17. "Ebin" (Nowell) 3:32

18. "Date Rape/Rawhide"* (Nowell) 3:37 (4:38)
19. "Hope" (Auckerman) 1:43
Originally recorded by Descendents

20. "KRS-One" (Nowell,Parker) 2:23
Contains sample from "Charlie Mack" by DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Contains samples from "The Style You Haven't Done Yet" and "You Must Learn"
by KRS-One
Contains sample from "Tough" by Kurtis Blow

21. "Rivers of Babylon" (Dowe,McNaughton)- 2:29
Originally recorded by The Melodians

22. "Thanx Dub"** (Sublime)- 4:23 (6:23)
"Waiting For My Ruca"
On the eastside, that's where I met my Ramona,
"I wanna go to a party," that's what she said
Lonely - that's what I been
Here's my telephone number call me
..and to a party a house par-ty Whole lotta 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, BAH BAH.
Ramona please step back
'Cause she's my Ruca, I'm barely waiting for my hiena
She moved from Long Beach down to LA
Right now she 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"
And know now I waiting for my Ruca and I barely pulled up with my hiena
I know tonight I be behind her, don't fuck around with my hiena.
"Get Out!"
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 to what the landlord man say
You should've seen the flops in my house
We were jumping on walls and kicking ceilings
Now a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT"
Hold me and don't let go
Makes no difference that your a ho
Cause I need a place to stay and though disease was just the price I paid.
In days of old that how it used to be, oh yes indeed.
That girl is dead to me now and I say .."GET OUT"
All the time the people want to know the meaning of the word Sublime
It ain't anarchist, it's the shit you missed
We get the minute man loop and add a peni twist
We know you mutha that this is the shit that you put in the box And say damn it's a hit
And to all the radios and the tv shows
Cause we don't kiss no ass or kick down free shows
What you get is the kind no econo gang or cess with yellow lover on the d-r-u-m-s
Let the lovin take a hold over me

Let the lovin take a hold over me
"Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'
1992 so lets all start uniting
Put your hands together be the best you can be
Let this jam take us to 1993
Stay positive and the love will come back to me
"40 Oz To Freedom"
You've got your hair permed
You've got your red dress on
Screamin' that second gear was such a turn on
And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning here
And you'll be gone before too long
Who taught you those new tricks?
Damn I shouldn't start that talk,
but life is one big question when your starin at the clock
And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,
so I'll take that walk.
And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin back
Ohh not going back
God knows not going back
You look so fine when you lie it just don't show,
That I know which way the wind blows
40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,
even though I feel bad
And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin back
Ohh not going back
God knows I'm not going back
God knows I'm not going back
"Smoke Two Joints"
[Spoken:]
She was living in a single room w/ 3 other individuals, one of them was a male, and the other two,
well hell the other two were females. God only knows what they were up to in there, and
furthermore Susan I wouldn't be the least bit surprised to learn that all four of them habitually
smoked marijuana cigarettes..... reefers
I smoke two joints in the morning
I smoke two joint 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
"We're Only Gonna Die For Our Own Arrogance"
[Originally by Bad Religion]
Early man walked away
As modernman took control
There mind's weren't all the same
And to conquer was their goal
So he built his great empire
And he slaughtered his own kind
He died a confused man
And killed himself in his own mind,
And killed himself in his own mind, Let's go!
[repeat twice]
[Spoken - only in original Skunk Records version]
"Punks are running wild in the streets and nobody anywhere seems to know what to do and
there's no end to it. Its like everything everywhere is going crazy so we dont go out anymore, we
sit in the house [with reverb] and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller and all we say
is please and please leave us alone in our living rooms, just leave us alone. Well im not going to
leave you alone." [another voice] "There's gotta be somthing different"
And killed himself in his own mind, Let's go!
[repeat twice]
We're only gonna die for our own arrogance,
that's why we might as well take our time
"Don't Push"
Stolen from an African 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 well the music goes all night
And it goes...
If i was Bob Marley I said could you be loved
If I was half pint I'd ball the lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all night
IF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumb
If rhymes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb
If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,
I'd point that shit straight up at the sky
and shoot heaven on down to you
Oh well the bars are always open, and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night
I want a lover, I can't find the time
I want a reason, I can't find the rhyme
I want to start some static, but I can't afford,
to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboard
Now a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.
Laughter, it's free any time just call me
439-0116 when your down with Sublime you get
funky fresh lyrics, you get nothing
Stolen from an African land
Got chased out of the bar
I saw (Ice is) my best friend tonite so don't push me too far
I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,
get hit get hip don't slip you knuckle heads
Racism is schism on a serious tip
You don't believe me I go and bust your lip.
I hear the mountain, it hard to climb
Rougher the rhythm, then it must be sublime
Listen yellow lover you got it right on time
We got cricket with the quickness and the bassline
Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, hey
tell them reggae music is on the loose
Here i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashion
Good good vibes that keep on playing, playing
People gonna come and try tell me smoking crack cocaine better than sensi
You're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it
Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it
Oh! We don't want glass dick (Bump)
"5446 / Ball And Chain"

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 she told to me
make a 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,
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.
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,
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
with a ball and chain I call my own
"Badfish"
When you grab a hold of me
You tell me that I'll never be set free
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 know 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 wish I never learned
The water's too polluted with germs
I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead
Grab the reef underneath my bed
Ain't got no quarrels with god Ain't got no time to grow old
Lord knows I'm weak
Ain't got no quarrels with God Ain't got no time to grow old
Lord knows I'm weak
"Let's Go Get Stoned"
I swear sometimes you're 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, (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 crawling upon the wall
tell me baby would it make any 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 if I don't get a cigarette
Hold me close I always play the mack
with this monkey on my back.
"New Thrash"
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.
"Scarlet Begonias"
[Originally by the Grateful Dead]
As I was walking down rubadub square
Not a chill to the weather but a nip to the air
From another direction she was caught in my eye
It could be an illusion, but I might as well try
..might as well try
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
And I knew without asking she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls
Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrong
As everything works out the way it does in this song
'Cause once in a while you get shown in the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right
[rap] It was the summer of love and I thank the stars above
Because the women took the lovin' over me
And just to gain her trust, I bought a microbus
Because I sold off my personal property
A tight tie-dyed dress, she was a psychedelic mess
We toured to the north, south, east and west
We sold some mushroom tea,
We sold some ecstasy,
We sold nitrus, opium, acid, heroin and PCP
Now I hear the police coming after me
Yes, now I hear the police coming after me
The one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,
She's got the police coming after me

Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves
All scarlet begonias and a touch of the blues
And there ain't nothin wrong with the love that's in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way just to let her pass by.
let her pass by.
Oh just to let her pass by.
"Live At E's"
Yesterday I saw a whore looking out my door
As she bends my body aches if she'd walk in I would say:
I'm on the mic doin things you like
The name is ras M.G. and I'm a treat you right
Cause all the ladies and me we both agree that I'm going down in world history
uh-uh elected, my rhymes will be perfected.
the mighty MC's will be dissected and rejected
I am the most impressive- aspective and progressivemotivating, innovating, chillin and digested
Its obvious as ever it will be specialized
Your trying to proclaim-uh- cant be compromised
I am a fresh MC
As you can plainly see
You won't regret a DJ fresh Im sure you'll soon agree
So take a seat n' feel the beat of coarse it is OK, Uh-Uh
Oh she makes my body ache and you know I paid for more
I won't flake or perpetrate, I won't front no funky whore
Don't get me wrong I'm just singing my song
I'm just like you I like to ball my freaks all night long
Not only do I rhyme I also cut so nice they call me delight
My name is eric I have nothing to say
because I am not a fucking d.j.
And if you want to talk to me, then you'll have to talk to my man Bradlee
5000 G, we outta here, peace, unity.
"D.J.s"
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.

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
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
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
"Chica Me Tipo"
No me importa que se lleva (It doesn't matter what you're wearing)
Porque todo se quitara (Because it will all come off)
Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you)
Ni en pintura (Not even in paint)
[Chorus]
Cuando empecemos, no me dio cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize)
De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay)
Pero, se dice tambien (but, it is also said)
Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you)
Con ti (with you)
No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach)
Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live)
Pero el amigo (But a friend)
Es un condon en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket)
Yo no soy medico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)
Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely)
Pero si se cambie (But if she changes)
Ella seria la mia (She will be mine)
Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possesed as property)
en propeidad (As property)
I've got to get alive with you

Whoa I cannot do?
I will lay down anytime with her
with her.
"Right Back"
Sleepin by yourself at night can make you feel alone
Your girl friend said so but I don't really know
That don't mean we fucked around that night last week when you left town
I 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
Sometimes right now since I've left the pen
I feel like I'm right back there again
Sometimes I pray, waiting waiting for some bright 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 girlfriend said so, she's a little ho
That don't mean I fuck around, I like to keep that higher ground
Don't tease me, don't tease me, don't tease
"What Happened?"
What happened?
Wake up in the morning,
clock says half past one
I have no sunglasses
As I step into the sun
There's no recollection
of the evil things I've done
My head feels like I musta' had some fun
What happened?
Last thing I remember
I was chillin at a party
Pinching girlie's asses
I was drinking recklessly
I know I did something
Lord what could it be
Woke up in the morning
And all my friends hate me
What happened?
What I'm I doing here

Who is this girl in my bed
What is this shit on my face
My God, what is that awful smell
[Chorus]
She may be an angel
She may be a queen
She might be black, white, American, Indian or Japanese
Thru a bottle at a bouncer
Didn't think that he was cool
Pissed in someones drink
And thru a bike into a pool
Driven down the side walk
Like a crazy possessed fool
I broke every single traffic rule.
What happened?
What happened?
Let's go
[Chorus]
"New Song"
I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch
But I won't stress and I won't switch
And I would not take my life
Glory please, my God, the only thing on my mind
Takes up all of my time,
And I said, ooh!
Running from a gun
Or some brain that ways a ton
And my God, it hurts to get so low
Searchin' through the cars
Cold, still searchin' through the night
I think I will run, to you, but I refuse to fuss and fight
And God may find a reason
Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme
Because it takes up nearly all my time
He who stands for freedom
God knows I've got the number
But maybe I just use too much
I was sitting in that bar
I'm sittin' in that stolen car
Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard
Saw you with a gleam
And the microphone scene
'Think I will run, to you
But I know I won't live for me
Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme
Please tell me, why he takes up all my time
I've been drinking, just like you
And baby, you've got something I can use
Payback's a mother fuckin' blast
But I won't stress and I won't blast
And I would not take my life
Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above
Takes up all of my time
And I said
"Why must I feel like that"
Running from a gun
And some brain that ways a ton
You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave
But, all the D.J.'s do it
All the D.J.'s use it
I would run, I would switch
But I wanna be the same
And I know I'll find a reason
'Cause I always bust a rhyme
Because it takes up nearly all my time
The "T" hear stands for treason
The "D" hear stands for dove
And maybe I just use too,
Maybe I'm just used too much.
"Ebin"
"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
Ebin was a cooly that I used to know
Now he's down with the PLO
He's cold kickin it live with the KKK
No xxx, No JFA
Cooly was sportin' black denim shoes
Dealing he was looking for something to use
With a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of booze
Well, it could be me or it could be you
Oh feels like my whole life is rearranged
Oh Ebin you changed
Ebin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you...
Oh how 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
Hooked on crack just the other day
Now he's down with the CIA
We got covert operation in Vietnam
Making hits and assasination he's long gone
He went down to protect his country
Eat Mexican food and makes lots o' money
Come back a God 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
"Date Rape"
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 Story.
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 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.
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!
"Hope"
How can you say. "You torture me", when you're already thinking about someone else.
When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.
But I know my day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one.
So now you wait for a spark, you know it will turn you on.
He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.
When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll know I'll be there.
My day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one.
Call me selfish, call it what you'd like I think it's right.
To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.
But I'll have my way.
You don't stand a chance anyway.
Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance.
So now you wait for his cock, you know it will turn you on.
He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.
When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll know I'll be there.
You say you want perfection, I fell self-destruction.
You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you years to find out.
I am not giving up.
And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little head
and you'll come running back to me
I know that I will be the only one.
"KRS-One"
In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak,
Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state.
But I know.
And I know because of KRS-ONE.
Yeah and I know
Because he's droppin', droppin', 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?)
Yeah, and I know
And I know
And I know
And I know
"Rivers Of Babylon"
By the rivers of Babylon
Where he sat down
And there he wept when he remembered Zion.
Oh from wicked, carry us away from 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 wicked, carry us away from captivity
Required from us a song
"Thanks Dub"
Alright, before we get it started when we did "smoke two joints" that was Jack from the Toys And
that song "Rivers of Babylon" was written by Brent Dowe andTrevor McNaughton. Alright now,
crutial thanks out to the Happolt, Nowell, and Wilson families for their patience and support, we
love ya'll.
To all the players who made this possible thank you very much! Yeah and the check's in the mail.
To Kelly Vargas for steppin' in there and makin' it happen. The LBP! The world famous Juice Bros.
The field marshall Goodman and the man called Floyd "I"
Thanks out to Bad Religion,and the Decsendants. George Hurrly, and Mike Watt To all those
flops but only when they ain't hangin' out. To Toby dog-whe~whew-to Louie dog, to Matt dog.
James Brown, the BSM, to Miles Davis. The Canda all night rocker. To south side part and
Cathrene was up dude? And, alright, now best wishes out to Eno, and Shelly, and their baby on
the way
Hey up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape man. How about Bob Marley, Bob
Dobbs, and Bob Forrest. To all those punker sluts. To Eek-a-Mouse. Tom for lettin' us practice
and crashin'. chilli part all night.
PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1, The last Puriah's, and Naomis' hair. How about the Butthole
Surfers, and Frank Zappa. Aunt Bea, Big Drill Car, Bert Suzanka, and all the Ziggens' around the
world.
To Jack the third. To Julia Parker. Hey Jeff the king Where's my mic stands? Martini with his forty
ounce in hand. To Jai Dods, and his son Christian. I gotta say thank you to Scum hard as smoke
and cheap as wood. To Scumette, and the Vandals.
How about H.R.? For 'nuff inspiration, 'nuff respect. Hey Nick Tweek, Joanne, and Caroline. Hey
ah, I gotta say w'sup ta fuckin' Snow, And Bam-Bam and all the east side stoners. ST. Tucko,
Sean Stern, the Ken G.Easly Project, Steve Sepada, and ah, Richard Gecco, and everyone down
at Bogarts. Thanks a million. I gotta say w'sup and thank you to, Dave Shae, and Greg A. with out
them this wouldn't be possible. Oh yeah, your mom called and said you guys should take a nap!
To Sacramento, BMD, and Danny Lovitz out in Arcada. I gotta say thank you to Diet Fade,
Imagine Yellow Suns. Every one out at Band is Dead.
Kevin Swinson, Freesia,Cold Duke Train, and Wister, and ah, how could I not thank Mark
Mandoo, and the One Live Crew, and all the Lakewood posse.
Mr.Capoo, and the Antioch posse. Especally the Johnson family, w'sup Miss J? I gotta say w'sup
to Dirty Al, Jennifer Henry, and Kelly too. Out In San Fransico, Lisa Johnson in Austin. Tonto,
Jimmy Carl Black, m,ah, Marcado Carebea in Austin. Thanks alot Lee for gettin' us in out of the
heat Jimmy's in New Orleans, the Hard Backin Gainsville Florida. Mark Goodnight for his
psycopath.
Alright,we stayed at this guy's house, and,ah, when they had that murders back in like, eightynine. A guy and a girl got hacked up in his pad and we stayed there but ah, ya know it was great.
To Jack Tripper even though he don't know a goddamn thing about Orlando. To Ingred in Arcada,
Rusty, Bermuda Pete, and Sara,
Shannon Boil. To the Space Fish, sorry guys maybe next time. NKOTB in Costa Mesa. The O.K.
Hotel in Seattle. To Joel for gettin' us that shit at Waves we needed that man, thanks bro.
To Nija Man, Tam, D'Arby Crash, Dee Boone, Alex Neeka come visit goddamn it! Grin, Craig
Caski, Dave Cornbloom of Beth Larson, to everyone at the church of rock and roll.
We gotta say w'sup to Cory, and her best friend Jorji, the Meat Puppets, Tar Babies, Kate 'n
Frank out at Zed's, Scott down at Ten Ton, every one down there at Deja, thanks.
CMJ Enterprises, Molly Cantell, Courtney Beatmon, the Mecca Park and Recreations department,
fuck twenty nine palms! Hey Lisa G. What up punk? To Kenny for scarlet inspirations, to Bus
Face, the soup like and the manage......
Track List:
(Read Below)
Certifications:
RIAA: Gold
Robbin the Hood 1994
All songs written by Sublime unless otherwise noted

1. "Waiting for Bud" 1:02
2. "Steady B Loop Dub" 1:23
Contains samples of "Bad Fish",and "Bring the Beat Back" by Steady B

3. "Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I" 1:46
4. "Pool Shark" 0:57
5. "Steppin' Razor" (Joe Higgs) 2:24
6. "Greatest-Hits" 2:53
7. "Free Loop Dub" 3:08
8. "Q-Ball" 0:43
Contains a sample of a song by Eazy-E

9. "Saw Red" 1:57
Contains a partial cover of "She's Mine" by Barrington Levy. Featuring guest

vocals from Gwen Stefani.
10. "Work That We Do" 2:34
11. "Lincoln Highway Dub" 2:21
12. "Pool Shark (acoustic)" 1:25
13. "Cisco Kid" 4:38
Contains samples of "Introduction" by Guru, "When the Music's Over" by The

Doors, dialogue from Scarface, and clips from The Cisco Kid
14. "Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II" 3:39
15. "S.T.P." 2:57
Contains lyrics from "I Second That Emotion" by Smokey Robinson

16. "Boss D.J." 2:51
Contains partial covers of "Do it Twice" and "Waiting in Vain" by Bob Marley
17. "I Don't Care Too Much for Reggae Dub" 5:20
18. "Falling Idols" (Ross Fletcher/William Pangborn III; originally performed by the Falling
Idols) 2:37
19. "All You Need" 2:45
Contains a lyric from "Fight Like a Brave" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers
20. "Freeway Time in L.A. County Jail" 3:17
Contains the guitar riff from "Roadhouse Blues" by The Doors

21. "Mary" 1:34
22. "Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III" / "Don't Push" / untitled / "The Farther I Go" (Mudhoney)* 8:29
* Track 22 includes several hidden tracks including an alternate version of "Don't Push" and an
untitled dub song that includes snippets of "Boss D.J." The original Skunk Records release also
contains a cover of Mudhoney's "The Farther I Go," which was removed from the Gasoline
Alley/MCA re-release for legal reasons.
"Steady B Loop Dub"
Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found.
Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.
"Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. I"
We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all at
once with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,
you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it?
We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a
cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.
I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who
you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're
a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara.
You fucked up.
She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second
chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna go
straight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win.
She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.
As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.
I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock
sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars.
If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.
If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck me
off, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.
"Pool Shark"
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.
"Steppin' Razor"
If you wanna live, treat me good.
If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.

I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.
If you are a bully, treat me good.
If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.
I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided
"Greatest Hits"
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.
"Q-Ball"
[Q-Ball]
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.
[Too $hort]
comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'
muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad,
with the funky reggae style, check it out.
Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,
Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka.

Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut.
Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts.
Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,
he's up next, white chowder don't play.
[Q-Ball]
I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.
Because I clash, I gash.
The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck.
Nigga rains be supreme...
"Saw Red"
(feat. Gwen Stefani)
[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.
[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.
"Work That We Do"
Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,
that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.

I've got fourteen miles to go,
I've got rhythm comin' sense 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 something 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.
"Lincoln Highway Dub"
I got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric
toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used
on the Lincoln Highway.
[instrumental]
"Pool Shark (Acoustic)"
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 on the dinosaur tonight,
it used to be so cool.
Now I 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 lose the war.
"Cisco Kid"
[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...
"Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. II"
[Raleigh:] You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.
You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because
you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, all
the rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are not
the fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten
thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your on
repeat mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a
fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'
thing that you took away from them you mother fucker.
[Security Guard:] Raleigh.
[Raleigh:] Yes.
[Guard:] This is the deal.
[Raleigh:] Yes, what is the deal?
[Guard:] You either cool it down right now...
[Raleigh:] Or your gonna fuckin die!
[Guard:] ...your outta here.
[Raleigh:] Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' mother
fucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh?
[Guard:] Your gonna go to the psyche ward.
[Raleigh:] Well good, that's where I wanna go.
[Guard:] Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right
now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyche ward.
This is your last opportunity.
[Raleigh:] Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.
[Guard:] Shut your fuckin' mouth.
[Raleigh:] all right .
[Guard:] And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the psyche ward.
[Raleigh:] Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm
gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial.
[Guard:] You understand?
[Raleigh:] I'm making a fuckin' commercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get
in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' errand boy.
[Guard:] Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever...
[Raleigh:] Exactly...I'm an American!
[Guard:] This is the last warning Raleigh.
[Raleigh:] Good, Shut Up!
[background laughter]
[Guard:] Anymore out of you and your going to the psyche ward.
[Raleigh:] See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.
[Guard:] You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh.
[Raleigh:]Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do.
[Guard:] Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh.
[Raleigh:] Well you've come in against...this is my room.
[Guard:] I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.
[Raleigh:] Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do.
[Guard:] Let's do it, go for it dude.
[Raleigh:] Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die!
[Guard:] Go for it.
[Raleigh:] I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off.
[Guard:] Come on. Come on! [Raleigh:] I ain't comin, you come.
[Guard:] Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here,
that's the only choice you have.
[Raleigh:] Try it.
[Guard:] Your gone dude.
[Raleigh:] Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops.
[Guard:] You got witnesses right now?
[Raleigh:] No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker,
right now.
[Guard:] Good.
[Raleigh:] 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. [Guard:] Good. Come on.
[Raleigh:] I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathic
trying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to
1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to
get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, for
making my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's
trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of
shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you
record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And
send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get
'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this.
"STP"
All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move
they love her for the kingston sound.
Flava-Flave and I-C-E
once said something that made me
want to burn my liquor store down to the ground.
But I just can't leave the pad, cuz I'll surely wind up dead,
'cuz i know there out there out there waiting and watching for me.
Still I got my yellow cat and my wooden baseball bat
and my shiny silver gat and if my homey my back then I got
I won't run and pull the one jack move
I won't 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 lotsa fun stuff to do,
like relax and design a brand new tattoo.
Play with my cross-word puzzle book, I'm even learning how to cook.
Have you seen that little whore betty?
Someone said she stole my freddie
And if she made off with my last clean ring,
I'm gonna kill that fuckin' ditch pig.

So what?
Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad,
cuz I know your talkin' about me baby, makin' it hard to live.
Cause I, don't want no money dick, don't want no money down.
My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest pale spot in town I guess.
Take it nice and easy.
Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me.
I won't run and pull the one jack move,
Baby you wanna give me kisses sweet,
only for one night with no repeat.
Baby you wanna leave and never go,
but the taste of honey is worse than none at all.
"Boss D.J."
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 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.
Don't stop.
[Chorus]
"I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub"
See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.
[Laughter]
Pretty much.
Got matches?
And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.
Are you guys musicians?
We're magicians.
What kind of music y'all play?
The kind that..I dunno.
Ask and so you shall receive.
Whoo!
Reggae!
Reggae? Oh, reggae!
I'm not too into reggae.
Why not?
Oh well...
I don't like it, that's why.
We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi?
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
Oh.
I like a little of this kind of music.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I like jazz, blues.
Oh, jazz is great.
I'm not too into rap.
I really don't like that rap.
Rap? Rap.
I like oldies.
Some rock, some hard rock.
I even like a little mexican music.
Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.
Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.
Now, the indian music.
Now that's somethin' to trip off of!
Acid.
Because every song is like...
You'd better be trippin' pretty hard.
Uh-huh.
I'll bet you trip hard.
Acid.
Oh, he's got it goin' on.
Don't you go near ya hand...
Yeah.
Everyday.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Everyday I say, oh please don't lie.
We gotta leave. I swear.
You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem?
Ah-hah.
I never said I thought you were stupid either.
He ain't got nuthin' on there.
Can one of y'all spare 20 cents.
I don't even have 20 cents.
I don't even have...uh..
If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...
I'd spend the last one...
This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you.
My wallet's inside.
Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.

Yeah, you got cash.
Yeah, we know you got money, man.
Actually, I think I have a buck.
Give her the fuckin' quarter!
We checked you out, we know you...
Whoo!
Reggae!
Reggae? Oh, reggae!
I'm not too into reggae.
C'mon down.
One more time.
C'mon down. C'mon down.
Yeah.
Go down and see your baby now.
No.
We love you, yeah.
When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.
Yeah.
Fuck.
Can't go in there.
Fuck.
I know he wasn't..
I immediately gave him all my money.
Fuck.
I know he wasn't.
I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason.
You can stay here.
Hey man.
On that one.
You got a good samaritan here.
The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk
in public.
What's goin' on?
I'm gonna break down the...
He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.
You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem.
Laaa...got a night down...
Yah.
Who's this guy?
[x2] That's Opie.
Opie.
Opie is our master.
Who's this guy?
That's Opie.
Yah.
Who's this guy?
[x2] That's Opie.
[x5] Opie.
[x2] That's Opie.
[x5] Opie.
And Opie is our master.
I am the master.
He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.
He created this.
Knock me out.
Master of the mother-fucker.

Wait, I have one.
Try that.
He usually doesn't speak.
Like, every 2 weeks.
He speaks in tongues.
Oh, in tounges.
He only speaks every 2 weeks.
(incoherent rambling)
Hey, y'all meet Raleigh?
This is like, speaking in tounges...
Whoo!
"All You Need"
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!
"Freeway Time In LA County Jail"

On the freeway in the county the sun don't shine.
I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel a Bati man.
And outside my cell deputies creep
And in this cell all I do is sleep and I dream,
that I'm free.
And I'm back on the reef,
where I throw my net out into the sea,
All the fine hinas come swimming to me.
They hold me and they promise me things,
And when the tides high I cry like a little baby.
Don't give me no right kind a love no Sunday morning.
Don't want no puppy loving.
Hold me babe, a new stylee.
Hungry babe, a new stylee.
And a angry dog is a hungry dog.
And a hungry dog is a angry dog.
I feel like rocking, I wanna with you!
I'm alive gotta contact home. Gotta contact my baby girl.
But I wood never could get up. Why does it have to be so damn tough?
With mayates and the eses, yes their steady on the floor.
I'll be damned if a man with a shake in his hand will make me feel, I feel, I feel a Bati man.
And I know, that I'm there someday.
I'm back on the reef,
where I throw my net out into the sea,
All the fine hinas come swimming to me.
Hold babe promise me.
With no protection on my erection I won't get no VD.
Don't give me no right kind a love no Sunday morning.
Don't want no puppy loving. Gwarn.
Hold me babe, got a new stylee.
And a angry dog's a hungry dog.
He's a naked man is a naked man.
And a wicked dog is a hungry dog.
I feel like rocking, I wanna with you!
"Mary"
Baby one breath away.
I'll find the words to say.
I'll sit and light the bong.
I'll hold my hit in real long.
I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight.
Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight.
You've heard the line before.
Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore.
If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy.
I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight.
Oh Mary baby I could do it right.
When we got to the pad,
Mary baby started calling me her dad.
Yes, she gave me head.
We could not find a damn bed!

Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven.
Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home.
"Raleigh Soliloquy Pt. III"
You guys don't know what love is.
You don't know what love is.
Until you've learned the meaning of the blues.
Until you had a love you had to lose.
You don't know what love is.
Let's see. What's happening? The sacks are filling up again here yeah.
Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it.
Track List:
1. "Garden Grove" 4:21
2. "What I Got" 2:51
3. "Wrong Way" 2:16
4. "Same in the End" 2:37
Contains a line from "I Can See For
Miles" by The Who.
5. "April 29, 1992 (Miami)" 3:53
6. "Santeria" 3:03
7. "Seed" 2:10
8. "Jailhouse" 4:53
9. "Pawn Shop" 6:06
10. "Paddle Out" 1:15
11. "The Ballad of Johnny Butt" 2:11
12. "Burritos" 3:55
13. "Under My Voodoo" 3:26
14. "Get Ready" 4:52
15. "Caress Me Down" 3:32
16. "What I Got (Reprise)" 3:02
17. "Doin' Time" 4:14
Sublime 1996
Certifications:
RIAA: 5X Platinum
"Garden Grove"
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
I 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
Cause 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
Sitting through a shitty band
Getting dog shit on my hands
Getting hassled by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on a freeway
Feeling depressed everyday
Leaving without making a sound
Picking my dog up at the pound
Living in a tweaker pad

Getting yelled at by my dad
Saying I'm happy when I'm not
Finding roaches in the pot
All these things I do
They're waiting for you.
"What I Got"
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 dalmation, and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot
Well, life is (too short), so love the one you got
'Cause you might get runover 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
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
(That's) 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
Lovin', is what I got, I got I got I got
"Wrong Way"
Annie's 12 years old, in two more she'll be a whore
Nobody ever told her it's the wrong way
Don't be afraid with the quickness you'll get laid
For your family get paid

It's the wrong way
I gave her all that I had to give
I'm gonna make it hard to live
(Big) salty tears running down to her chin
And it ruins up her make-up
I never wanted
A cigarette pressed between her lips
But I'm staring at her tits
It's the wrong way
Strong if I can, but I am only a man
So I take her to the can
It's the wrong way
The only family that she's ever had
Is her seven horny brothers and a drunk-ass dad
He needed money so he put her on the street
Everything was going fine until the day she met me
Happy are you sad, wanna shoot your dad
I'll do anything I can
It's the wrong way
We talk all night, try to make it right
Believe me shit was tight
It was the wrong way
So run away if you wanna stay
Cause I ain't here to make ya, oh no
It's up to you what you really wanna do
Spend some time in America
Dub style!
She'll give you all that she got to give
But I'm gonna make it hard to live
Big salty tears rollin' down to her chin
And it smears up her make-up
I never wanted
So we ran away
And I'm sorry when I say, that straight to this very day
It was the wrong way
She took a hike it don't matter if I like it or not
Because she only wants the wrong way
I gave her all that I had to give
But she still wouldn't take it, oh no
Her two brown eyes are leaking like a sieve
But it still ruins her make-up
I never wanted
"Same In The End"
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 heart 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
"April 29th, 1992 (Miami)"
(I don't know if you can, but can you get an order for Ons, that's O-N-S,
Junior Market, the address is 1934 East Anaheim, all the windows are
busted out,... if he wants to)
April 26th, 1992
There was a riot on the streets
Tell me where were you?
You were sittin' home watchin' your TV
While I was participating in some anarchy
First spot we hit it was my liquor store
I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford
With red lights flashin', time to retire
And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire
Next stop we hit, it was the music shop,
It only took one brick to make the window drop
Finally we got our own P.A.
Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today?
(Call fire... respond mobil station. alamidos in anaheim, its uhh flaming up good...)
When we returned to the pad to unload everything
It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings
So once again we filled the van until it was full
Since that day my livin' room's been much more comfortable
Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here
It's getting harder, and harder, and harder each and every year
Some kids went in a store with their mother
I saw her when she came out she was gettin' some Pampers
They said it was for the black man
They said it was for the mexican
But not for the white man
But if you look at the streets, it wasn't about Rodney King
It's this fucked-up situation and these fucked-up police
It's about comin' up and stayin' on top
And screamin' 1-8-7 on a mother fuckin' cop
It's ain't in the paper, it's on the wall
National guard
Smoke from all around
(Units be advised of an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple, 9-3-8
Temple, many subjects with bats trying to get inside the CB's
house...they're trying to kill him)
Cuz' as long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal
Let it burn
Wanna let it burn, wanna let it burn
Wanna wanna let it burn
(I feel insane)
Riots on the streets of Miami
Whoa, riots on the streets of Chicago
On the streets of Long Beach
In San Francisco
Riots on the streets of Kansas City
Tuskaloosa, Alabama
Cleveland, Ohio
Fountain Valley, Paramount, Vista Buelle
Eugene, Oregon
Eureka, California
Hesperia
Santa Barbara
Winnemucca, Nevada
Phoenix, Arizona
San Diego
Lakeland, Florida
fuckin' 29 Palms
(Need a unit to... structure fire and numerous subjects looting)
(10-15 to get rid of this looter)
"Santeria"
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)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Well it's love that I neeeeeed
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 out
Oh yeah un-huh
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
My soul will have to...
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 going up
Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him
He best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45
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)
What I really wanna say, is there's just one way back
And I'll make it
My soul will have to wait
"Seed"
Janie always said I was a mess
Sorry bout that mess
I made her bleed
I'm planting my seed
Still I knew it could take it if I opened up the rhythm
I knew it could make it
I hope her parents love her
So feelin the acid on the brain
Still I got that frame I made
Her bleed yeah she wants that lovin you see
Well if you live you wanna give or get old
And if you never knew that we get old you live it up
You get old believe me when I say
It's the same shit everyday
But I got to know my place
And if you don't it smacks you in your face
I know I know her parents love her
So billyed back in 1983 what did you do for me
I made her bleed
I'm planting my seed

I knew we could make it
I only knew that the bitch would break it I hope her parents love her
So my God look at me
If he had to go I know
I know I'm barely lovin' my holy creed
You never knew that was what you need
Oh my god honestly believe it or not its a disease.
"Jailhouse"
And I wont make love to you
But I Feel love fell love
Jailhouse gets empty
Rudy gets plenty
The baton stick gets shorter
Rudy gets taller
Cant fight against the youth
Cause we're strong and the rude rude people
Casuse we're strong and the 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
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
Bud Gaugh will be singing there
And Eric Wilson will be bangin up there, yea
And we'll be all singin...with version, with version
Reagge version
Version, Version, Version oh
What has been told to the wise and up-rooted
Its gonna be revealed unto, and Sublime
Rudy Rudy Rudy
Cant fight against the youth, right now
Them are rude, rude people
Cant 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 didnt 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
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
"Pawn Shop"
Down there at the pawn shop it's only way to shop
down there at the pawn shop if it's not in stone
down there at the pawn shop at no end, no way to shop
down there at the pawn shop what has been told
albino made of stone just remember that it's flesh and bone
so, why I'm down here at the pawn shop
down here at the pawn shop..down here at the pawn shop..down here at the pawn shop
what has been sold, not strictly made of stone
just remember that it's flesh and bone
and I have heard, like dike-a-bird yeah
but just remember that it's flesh and bone
so why I'm down here at the pawn shop..down here at the pawn shop
Go!...right!...huh that's right
down here at the pawn shop it's a nifty way to shop
down here at the pawn shop it's another sold
down here at the pawn shop what has been sold
not strictly made of stone just remember that it's flesh and bone
what has been sold not strictly sold please remember that it's flesh and bone
down here at the pawn shop..down here at the pawn shop

down here at the pawn shop..down here at the pawn shop-yop-yop
hu ooh go! see......
"Paddle Out"
I never thought that when I grew up I would be in a band
And travel to all the best spots in the land
I'm not here to brag or boast
I'm just here to tell you 'bout the spots that I love the most
Natural bridges on a clean west swell
Breaks over the reef like a bat out of hell
Stockton Ave. gets hollow and mean
And on a big day it works like a machine
Outside Stockton gets hot like a glove
Swift St. John's St. into Michell's Cove
Big Steamer Lane makes you wish you were a trout
When it's mackin' so hard only two dudes Paddle Out
A huge Summertime South swell hit when I'm in my hometown
In a surfside bowl is where I can be found
Or up and down the coast
Checkin' the spots that I love the most
"The Ballad Of Johnny Butt"
Johnny Butt was a man with a real strong
Will to survive
He'd just keep pushing on
Even though he was barely alive
So...
Shoot it up
Shoot it up
It just don't matter
Johnny says he wants to go do it
Says he wants to kill a cop
We've got a brand new dance, it's called
We've got to overcome
So Johnny
Just keep pushing
'Cause the streets are yours
There'll come a day
When all that shit wont matter
So...
Shoot it up
Shoot it up

When you're resisted anyway
So Johnny
You kept on pushing
The streets are yours
And there'll come a day
When all that shit wont matter
So...
Shoot it up
Shoot it up
Resisted anyway
"Burritos"
I don't wanna go and party
I don't wanna shoot the pier
I don't wanna take the doggie out for a walk
I don't wanna look at naked chicks and drink beer
I don't wanna do a bong load and go and wrench on the car
I don't wanna go and hose the dogshit down
Cause i ain't even gonna get out of bed
Keep on skankin' ronnie skank the night away
But the time is comin' for us all to pay
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
Ain't even got to listen to all the stupid shit you got to say
I don't wanna do a god damn thing
I ain't gonna make my bed today
I don't wanna eat burritos or read about o.j.
Ain't gonna get a head rush cause i ain't gettin out of bed today
"Under My Voodoo"
be it your guide is so much to love
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
"Get Ready"
Some folks say 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
And in the evening when we try to jam,
we like the music loud in this here band
We let the bass line drop as loud as we can stand
Somebody always gotta turn informa for the man
I want to know right now is there one of you in the crowd are you gonna
call 911
and spoil all of my fun
You crazy fool i'm in the mood
Get ready come on now, load up the bong, crank up the song,
let the informa call 911
And when security police force want to arrive
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
"Caress Me Down"
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 thats that lovin sound- it went uhh
and the girl caress me down- uhh
and thats 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 mihjita, que se llama Mexi,
(with my girl, who's name is Mexi)
su hermana, si me quier,
(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 tuv 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
([Id] 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 mueca
(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]
"What I Got (Reprise)"
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 dalmation, and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot
Well, life is too short, so love the one you got
'Cause you might get runover or you might get shot
Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest
Never start no static I just get it off my chest
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
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
(That's) 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
Lovin', is what I got, I got I got I.. got I.... got
"Doin' Time"
Summertime and the living's easy
And Bradley's on the microphone w/ ras m.g.
All the people in the dance will agree
That we are well qualified to represent the LBC
Me and Louie run to the party
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...
On lock down like a penitentiary
She spreads her lovin' all over
And when she gets home theres none left for me
[chorus]
Oh take this veil from off my eyes
My burning sun will someday rise
So what am I gonna be doin' for a while
Said I'm gonna play with myself
Show them how we come off the shelf
[chorus]
Evil I've 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
Track List:
1. "Doin' Time (Uptown Dub)"
2. "Get Out! (Remix)"
3. "Romeo"
4. "New Realization"
5. "Don't Push"
6. "Slow Ride"
7. "Chick On My Tip"
8. "Had A DAT"
9. "Trenchtown Rock"
10. "Badfish"
11. "Drunk Drivin'"
12. "Saw Red"
13. "Garbage Grove"
14. "April 29th, 1992 (Leary)"
15. "Superstar Punani"
16. "Legal Dub"
17. "What's Really Goin' Wrong"
18. "Doin' Time (Eerie Splendor Remix)"
19. "Thanx Dub"
Second Hand Smoke November 11, 1997
Certifications:
RIAA: Platinum
"Doin' Time (Uptown Dub)"

Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, un-definitely,
evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, definitely. The tension, is getting hotter, I'd like to hold her, head
underwater, oh
oh, as the livin's easy, on the microphone with ras m.g.
In the dance it's agreed that we'll well qualify to represent the LBC.
(microphone control... da da-da-da-da da...)
"Get Out! (Remix)"
(It's 8:05. This is Phyllis in the office.
The Cat is out on the patio, if it jumps one more time,
your butts are in the street. I am sick and tired of your
activities, your cat, and your untruths with me.
I'm gonna call you tomorrow, when your home, and you can explain
some things to me 'cuz I'm tired of your bullshit. Goodnight.)
My place is not a home,
it don't make no difference but I have found,
that I need a place to stay.
I never listen what the landlord man say.
You should've seen the flops in my house.
We were jumping on walls and kicking ceilings.
Now a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT!"
(they're driving me fucking crazy over here chief,
I gotta get rid of these fruitcakes.)
Hold me and don't let go.
It don't make no difference that your a ho.
Cause I need a place to stay.

A new disease was just the price I paid.
In days of old that how it used to be, oh yes indeed.
That girl is dead to me now and I say ....
[kick ass cuttin' & scratching]
So let the lovin take a hold over me,
Let the lovin take a hold over me.
(Long Beach Posse)
Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'
1992 so lets all start uniting.
Put your hands together be the best you can be,
Let this jam take us to 1993.
Stay positive and the love will come back to me.
But some jealous punk, snuck up around the back,
tried to take the lovin' over me.
Oh, I got into a fist fight and wound up in jail all night.
[more monster scratching]
"Romeo"
I have a secret place inside my mind,
where I keep hidden inspiration you will find.
And when my petty anger goes to my head,
you'll find I'm better off dead.
Oh, and I don't hold the key,
to find out what is killing me, its,
been so long but somehow i just still care,
I am a Romeo, am a Romeo, with no place to go
Sometimes I think you hate me, hang up the phone,
but take a closer look, this hate I feel is my own.
So many times I've loved you, more than myself,
it's time to take that love and put it on the shelf.
Oh, and when I hold you tight,
it makes me want to scream and fight.
Love turned to hate,
some how it's just, how it's just,
how it's just to late.
I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go
Rock the reggae music, cuz it sounds so fine, right!
When I hold you tight, in my arms you are mine,
but in the morning when I wake up and I still feel the same,
I know something goin on and I know who's to blame.
Everytime I tell you I'm the real Romeo,
it fills my soul and heart with anger, pain, and sorrow.
Cuz' something's going on and I think you should know,
so listen to my rhyme, cuz this is how it goes:
In a tight mini short in a short mini skirt,
it feels so wrong and it feels so right.
the more I think about it your a pain in the ass,

I told you many times, this time it's gonna last.
Want the kind of woman who can make me feel right,
not sloppy drunk sex on a Saturday night. cuz,
I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go
Pull up your honey if you gotta one see,
because your down with the style, cuz your down with me. oh,
rig the selector when your on the mixer,
along with Peter Mitchell upon the echo chamber. Two, one,
no they must see but no, they can't test me.
Two, three of them come and say you can't test me.
Because me rock the reggae music in a different stylee.
Me rock the kinda reggae music right on time, because your down with the
band that they call Sublime, right?
Don't take it too slow, don't take me wrong,
me know which way to go, me, me, me all right,
me rock the reggae music day and all night.
Makes you wanna explode,
makes me wanna explode,
makes me wanna explode,
makes you wanna explode,
sometimes it makes you wanna explode.
"New Realization"
The time has come, to reach a new realization 'tween me and you,
time to clear the rumors, sensations, and things that just are not true.
Well I thought I heard you behind me,
with a knife straight for my back.
It's quite clear that I'm back in the swing of the living,
although I might not be on the right track.
Oh, thought I might drown but its hard to keep a good man down
town's where you'll find me, threw some ill guy a hand.
Although I never listen girl, I damn well understand.
And you think, I'm so damn feeble.
I can't see through your lies, your just a crock of shit,
with a pretty smile, and I refuse to compromise.
Oh, your giving me such a heavy, heavy, heavy load.
You may hold some vision of truth, if truth can be found in a lie.
Maybe some grain of inspiration, for a song that's deep inside.
Oh, tears running down your face,
just screaming "look me in the eye".
Well I'm looking straight at your twisted face,
and it's enough to make me cry.
Oh the path is there for those who want to,
pay the price of loving you,
in more ways than one.

Wrapped around your finger,
but I think my time has come,
but I never can be too sure,
cuz I like to have a little fun.
Oh, what fun it would be to blow my mind and fall into the sun.
A mind is a precious thing to taste.
"Don't Push (SHS Version)"
Stolen from an African land,
and 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
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 stupid dumb
If rhymes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb
If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,
I'd point it straight up 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 word goes unspoken,
the music goes all night.
And it goes:
I want a lover, I can't find the time.
I want a reason, I can't find the rhyme.
I want to start some static, but I can't afford,
to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboard, hey.
Now a days as clear as you please,
get strapped with protection or strapped with disease.
Laughter, it's free, any time just, call me.
438-4836 'cuz your down with Sublime you get
funky fresh lyrics, you get nuff lyrics.
Stolen from an african land,
I was chased out of the bar.
And Ice is my best friend tonite
so don't push me too far.
I 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 believe me I go and bust your lip. Hey.
I hear the mountain, it hard to climb.
Rougher the rhythm, then it must be Sublime.

Listen Bud Gaugh yea he's right on time. Come listen Eric Wilson drop the funky bassline.
Base........Mmmmm.........Come in Bud.
Lord have his grilled cheese.
This the kinda rhythm make you wanna explode.
Not like doin' coke and shooting, not like taking a load.
Because I'm one stylee, stand 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
Something, something, something.....
"Slow Ride"
She takes her time when it's time to get ready.
Always has her way.
Always leaves me waiting by the phone.
She told me more than once to take it slow,
and I said OK.
But lately i've been sleeping all alone.
I'm not breaking up inside,
I'm much to proud to moan.
Baby please come home.
I feel a little lucky so I try to play it cool.
I think she laughs inside.
With the words that burn like fire in my mouth.
Try to be a man like i got the master plan, night out on the town.
Drink and dance and we can turn it out.
Whoa, Maybe it's how your body moves I just don't know,
Maybe it's just the way you move so slow.
[Phone Dialing]
(Hello?)
(Hi it's me)
(I thought I told you not to call me here)
(I know I just really needed to talk to you)
(Get a clue babe, there's nothing to talk about.)
[Click!]
Ask me why I play myself play myself for a fool.
Swear I would do most anything.
Walk a mile to see her smile.
Walk a mile just to rock for a while.
Babe I'm thinking with my ding-a-ling.
Whoa, I've been doing some thinking,
now I just don't know.
Maybe just the way you move so slow.
Maybe cuz you move so slow.
Maybe cuz you move so slow.
But sitting on the verge of tears does not become my 22 years.

You took my shame, and you took my pride,
and now you gonna take me for a slow ride.
but uh, uh. Waiting, waiting on the phone.
Got the words that burn like fire in my mouth.
Come on down reggae style,
wind up your body like a bass line wild,
drink and dance and we can turn it out.
Whooooaaaa, I'm not going crazy but I just don't know,
Maybe cuz you move so slow. [x3]
Like love,
move nice and low.
Slowride! [x3]
"Chick On My Tip"
She wears a tight skirt but it won't rip or tear.
When I went out with her she had extensions in her hair.
She got style and she got the cat moves.
You're gonna keep the beat fun because she's coming after you.
I ain't high I won't lose
I might be lookin for attention but I'm just not gonna lose
It's Friday night and there's going to be another chick on my tip
But it won't be you baby.
Got one more trick up my sleeve
One more thing to say to you before I leave.
Yo girl you don't mean a thing to me
and if you thought you ever did you were high on things..
But I'm not lying gonna lose a Goddamn thing tonight
I said Friday night there's going to be another chick on my tip
But it won't be you baby.
Oh if you change your ways I would lay down any time with you... with you
But I fear one more slip and this will go right
But I'm not ready to say goodbye
Because first I got a couple of tails I'm gonna kick it on down your butthole. High, low.
Run for attention but I just can't lose
Friday night there's going to be another chick on my tip
But it won't be me but, oh
Oh if you change your ways I would lay down anytime with her... with her
Got one my, my, my I know we had a couple of times.
But I'm ready to go
I'm gonna kick it on down your butthole. High, low.
I'm not high on booze
I'm on a run for attention but I just can't lose
Friday night there's going to be another slip on my dick but it won't be me
But oh, oh, if you'll change your ways
I would lay down anytime with her
With her....
"Had A Dat"
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....
"Trenchtown Rock"
One good thing about music,
when it hits you, you feel no pain.
One good thing about music,
when it hits you, you feel no pain.
So hit me with music.
Hit me with music, now, yeah.
Hit me with music.
Brutalize me with music.
Trenchtown rockers they don't watch that.
Trenchtown rockers give me your Jah.
Trenchtown rockers then watch your children cry.
Cuz' you've got to tell Jah why you're movin'
Kingston town, movin'
Kingston town.
One little thing I've found,
is that you can't fool Jah, I know.
Cuz there moving, yes I'm moving.
I said one good thing, one good thing,
when it hits you you feel no pain.
One good thing about music, when it hits you,
you feel no pain.
"Badfish"
When you grab a hold of me
You tell me that I'll never be set free
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 know the night will never end
Lord knows I'm weak
Baby your a big blue whale

Grab the reef when all duck diving fails
I swim but wish I never learned
The water's too polluted with germs
I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead
Grab the reef underneath my bed
Ain't got no quarrels with god Ain't got no time to grow old
Lord knows I'm weak
Ain't got no quarrels with God Ain't got no time to grow old
Lord knows I'm weak
"Drunk Drivin'"
Drunk driving is what I like to do.
I like drunk driving with you.
"Saw Red"
(feat. Gwen Stefani)
[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.
[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.
[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.
"Garbage Grove"
(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 in the van, oh yah
This ain't no funky reggae party $5 at the door
It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme
I got the microwave got the VCR
I got the duece-duece in the trunk of my car oh yah
If you only knew that all the love that I found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground.
Your a fool, don't fuck around with my God
All I can see I steal
My folks don't understand
But my mind music from Jamaica
All the love that I found,
pull over there's a reason why my soul is 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
Sitting through a shitty band
Getting dog shit on my hands
Getting hassled by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on the freeway
Feeling depressed every day
Leaving without making a sound
Pickin up my dog at the pound
Livin in a tweaker pad
Getting yelled at by my dad
Acting happy when I'm not
Finding roaches in the pot
All these things I do, They're waiting for you.
"April 29th, 1992 (Leary)"
(I don't know if you can, but can you get an order for Ons, that's O-N-S,
Junior Market, the address is 1934 East Anaheim, all the windows are
busted out, and it's like a free-for-all in here and uh the owner should
at least come down here and see if he can secure his business, if he wants to...)
April 29th, 1992
There was a riot on the streets
Tell me where were you?
You were sittin' home watchin' your TV
While I was participating in some anarchy
First spot we hit it was the liquor store

I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford
With red lights flashin', time to retire
And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire
Next stop we hit, it was the music shop,
It only took one brick to make the window drop
Finally we got our own P.A.
Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today?
(Call fire... respond mobil station. alamidos in anaheim, its uhh flaming up good...)
Cuz' as long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal [scratching]
When we returned to the pad to unload everything
It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings
So once again we filled the van until it was full
Since that day my livin' room's been much more comfortable
Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here
It's getting harder, and harder, and harder each and every year
Some kids went in a store with their mother
I saw her when she came out she was gettin' some Pampers
They said it was for the black man
They said it was for the mexican
But not for the white man
But if you look at the streets, it wasn't about Rodney King
It's this fucked-up situation and these fucked-up police
It's about comin' up and stayin' on top
And screamin' 1-8-7 on a mother fuckin' cop
It's ain't in the paper, it's on the wall
National guard
Smoke from all around
(Any unit, any unit...)
Homicide, never doing no time [scratching]
Give me my share, my share.
Gimme my share, I want it.
Gimme my share, I need it now, I need it now.
My share.
A wicked one who doesn't wanna see me go.
Just gimme my share, I want it. Gimme my share.
But you don't want to give it to me,
you don't wanna see me go.
Gimme my share, I want it, Gimme my share.
But there is a wicked one.
(Units be advised of an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple, 9-3-8
Temple, many subjects with bats trying to get inside the CB's
house...they're trying to kill him)
"Superstar Punani"
So tell me if you really wanna be a superstar
But fiesta on the mike and will surely take you far
You made that drop on the 24 tracks
We mix it all down then we put on wax

Beginning is hyped when you playin in the bars
A bottomless pit where you make loose and far
Take away your privacy and take your guitar
Then take your woman and impound your car
My beginning of wisdom I won't take you too far
First you gotta sell your soul to be a superstar
Baby if you got it forget about that
Your money don't concern you that's a natural fact
Shut up your mouth before you get knocked down
We're gonna listen to your voice upon the speaker box
First you get a manager but what does he do
I'll be the first to tell you baby that I don't have a clue
We're gonna make a phony image for the MTV
Hear it on the radio say damn that's me
Whenever I get over on a 3 piece hog
Jesus and her mom are gonna break your arm
Put your ass in the john to be a superstar
I realize sometimes I feel old design
Oh your renown position and you just can't hide
Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff
All over the world you gotta take that trip
And then you never thought you'd see the day you'd act like this
Your rep is getting bigger than a B-52
And then it goes around the world before it gets back to you
Hey our love has started can you believe
Before your eyes this shit just come back to me
Oh my God I take a rest on the side
So long so long so long so long I'll see ya
Oh my God if I'd a let my own
I'd take it turn around and place it home
I realize sometimes I feel old design
Oh your renown position and you just can't hide
Woah it's the position
I just can't hide
Bo
Whatcha want whatcha need
Give it a bunch of mine and you just can't miss
Your love feels like this
Some people love get your shit like this
Well if you love wad up your love punani punani
Woah if you love me punani punani
Oh my God
Free yeah free oh oh oh hey
Want the dogs? Let em go. Let em
"Legal Dub"
Legalize it, don't criticize it.
Legalize it, and I will advertise it.
"Doin' Time (Eerie Splendor Remix)"
(feat. Mad Lion)
You know whats taking place?
Check this out
This is Sublime
I'm Mad Lion for the borderline
This is Sublime
I'm Mad Lion for the borderline hey
Summertime and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MG
All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to represent the LBC
Me and Louie we're gonna run to the party and dance till the rhythm it gets
harder
Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye
Me and my girl we got this relationship
I love her so bad but she treats me like shhh
All locked down like a penitentiary
She spreads her lovin all over and when she gets home there's none left for me
Me and Louie we're gonna run to the party and dance till the rhythm
it gets harder
When the music hits you shall feel no pain
Take a spiff of sinsemilla make it run through your brain
Me and Sublime we sound 1 - the same
Two lions into the jungle that they just can't tame
So bring all your people
And bring it
You better take your lovin and fling it
You better bring your lovin home
Come and love your maximo
24/7 say me can't sink so low
Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye
So take this veil from off my eyes
My burning sun will some day rise
And what am I gonna be doin for a wife
I said I'm gonna play with myself
Show them now we've come off the shelf
Me and Louie we're gonna run to the party and dance till the rhythm it gets harder
Evil
Evil
Tension
Tension
Hold her
Water
Evil come to tell you that she's evil most definitely
Evil, ornery scandalous and evil most definitely

The tension is growing hotter I'd like to hold her head underwater
Me and Louie everybody run to the party and dance till the rhythm it gets harder
This is Sublime
Hey
This is Sublime
I'm a lion

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Track List:

40oz. to Freedom 1992

1. "Waiting for My Ruca" (Nowell) 2:20

Contains sample of "History Lesson - Part II" by the Minutemen

Contains sample of "Tough" by Kurtis Blow

Originally Recorded by The Toyes

Contains sample of Beyond the Valley of the Dolls

Contains samples of "Outside!" by The Ziggens

Contains sample of "No More" by Eazy-E

Cover of "We're Only Gonna Die" by Bad Religion

Contains samples of "Just Don't Bite It" by N.W.A

Contains samples of "Rebel Without a Pause" by Public Enemy

Contains sample of "Contract on the World Love Jam" by Public Enemy

Originally recorded by The Grateful Dead

Contains samples of "Funky Drummer" by James Brown

Contains lyrics from "A Message To You Rudy" by The Specials

Contains sample from "Rhapsody in Blue" by George Gershwin

Contains elements of "Tequila" by The Champs

Contains sample from "Atomic Dog" by George Clinton

17. "Ebin" (Nowell) 3:32

Originally recorded by Descendents

Contains sample from "Tough" by Kurtis Blow

Originally recorded by The Melodians

Let the lovin take a hold over me

And momma she once told me,

"5446 / Ball And Chain"

I will surely find another way.

But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance. (WORD)

She's got the police coming after me

But still I set and lie awake all night

I've got to get alive with you

What I'm I doing here

I give you a hard time, didn't want to stay

She said, "Let's Go"

Robbin the Hood 1994

All songs written by Sublime unless otherwise noted

Contains samples of "Bad Fish",and "Bring the Beat Back" by Steady B

Contains a sample of a song by Eazy-E

Contains a partial cover of "She's Mine" by Barrington Levy. Featuring guest

Contains samples of "Introduction" by Guru, "When the Music's Over" by The

Contains lyrics from "I Second That Emotion" by Smokey Robinson

Contains the guitar riff from "Roadhouse Blues" by The Doors

If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.

Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka.

that we've seen it all, the lies won't get you.

I'm gonna kill that fuckin' ditch pig.

Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money.

Master of the mother-fucker.

"Freeway Time In LA County Jail"

We could not find a damn bed!

Living in a tweaker pad

For your family get paid

It ain't hard to ascertain

I'm planting my seed

down here at the pawn shop..down here at the pawn shop

It just don't matter

i'm gonna make you so feared.

pray that i leave you high and dry

just pull out the .9 pop in the clip

([Id] talk to the race [Costa Rican people])

Don't start a riot

"Doin' Time (Uptown Dub)"

Cause I need a place to stay.

the more I think about it your a pain in the ass,