Robbin' The Hood lyrics

(instrumantal)

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

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"

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.

Lying in my plasic bed
thinkin 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've got the needle
and I can't shake but I can't breathe
Take it away and I want more and more
One day I'm gonna lose the war

Lying in my plasic bed
thinkin how things weren't so cool to me

If you wanna live, treat me good.
If you wanna live, treat me good.
I'm like a Steppin' Razor to watch my sides,
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.
I'm like a Steppin' Razor to watch my sides,
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.

If you are a bully,
treat me good.
If you are a bully, a bully,
baby treat me good.
I'm like a Steppin' Razor to watch my sides,
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.

Wake up in tha mornin' and it's hard to live
hard to live yes it's hard to live
and it will be a long time before shit
starts to give, every single day
its getting harder to give
but i would be up for being down with a ho
lord knows that i got mic control
do you got mic control?
you notice your stylee is well original

This man, makin money,
how I know.
It wont be no man of me.

Girls do go crazy

oh woman hold your man tight.

Every day I love him just a little bit more,
a little bit more, a little bit more
Everyday I love him just a little bit more
and he loves me the same

Every day I love her just a little bit more,
a little bit more, little bit more
Everyday I love her just a little bit more
and she loves me the same

Baby if you wanna get low

Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,
that we've seen it all, the lies wont get you.
I've got fourteen miles to go,
I've got rythem common sense I've got the soul.
But I won't wanna come around our love. So why?
If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall.
I'm a find you.
And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.

I swear but I know there ain't no reason
'Cause everything is such a bore
I had a dream, though made me sick
Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick
My friends all laughed, said it was my fault
Said this 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 liven upon the wall,

Lying in my plastic bed,
thinking how things weren't so cool to me.
My baby likes to shoot pool,
I like lying naked in my bedroom,
tying off that dinosaur tonight,
it used to be so cool.
Now I got the needle and 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

Lying in my plastic bed,

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

Here's adventure, here's romance,
here's the famous Robbin Hood of the old west.

Cisco, the sheriff, he's getting closer!

This way Poncho, vominos. The Cisco Kid.

Way, way, way, we way back in the days the year, 1980.
had to get a job, had to make some money-ney

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. Supreem Court, you are not
the fucking Supreem Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten

All that I need
look at all the love we found, oh

I won't run and pull no one jack move
they love her for the Kingston sound, oh

Flava flav and I-C-E
once said somethin' that made me
want to burn my liquor store down to the ground

but I just can't leave the pad
cause I'll surely wind up dead
'cuz I know they're out there waitin'
and watchin' for me

still I got my yellow cat

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 will be much easier to say
Upon the microphone like a boss DJ
But I won't walk up upon the sea like it was dry land
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

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 misic y'all play?
The kind that..I dunno.
Ask and so you shall recieve.
Whoo!
Reggae!
Reggae? Oh, reggae!
I'm not too into reggae.
Why not?
Oh well...
I don't like it, that's why.

(instrumental)

Headin out for Austin now we're half way out the road
buddy bye, buddy bye, buddy buy, buddy buy
steady starin out the window

feels good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it
back out on the road's where we like to be seated

half-pint style we got the B-boy style
half-pint style we got the b-boy style
put that shit together wanna create a style

On the freeway in the county, the sun don't shine
I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel a bati man
Outside my cell, deputies creep
and in this cell, all I do is sleep
and I dream that I'm free

and I'm back on the reef where I throw my net out into the sea
all the fine heinas come swimmin' to me
they hold me and they promise me things
and when the tides high I cry like a little baby

Maybe 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 whore
If you come home with me
Turn off the lights and lock up the doors and start getting busy

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

(Doin' Time reprise)

its recording, the clock says half past 1
i have no sunglasses as i step into the
sun lord knows i did somethin, wut
could it be woke up in the mornin a
nd all my friends hate me, he got the
eye of fatima in the wall of the hotel
room, three botels of tequila, 3 cats
and a broom, he got a 15 year old
angel and shes all dressed in black
she got 15 bindles of cocaine tied up

Oh in a Little District,
In a neighborhood,
People movin' swift,
Like they think they should

A word from your mouth,
Your lights get knocked out
A blast to your lips,
And later you move and slip
And if you have to don't drip

I don't know how they manage
But believe me ,mister, they do
If you ever live there,
You just listen and don't be no fool

In a Little District,

Crazy, crazy
Crazy fool
Cra--zy fool

If she thinks that she
Gonna dispose my world
Gotta-be-a crazy, crazy, crazy,
Crazy fool
Cra--zy fool

My love for you,
Was oh, so strong
We went together,
For oh, so long

I might have complained about this misery, yeah
Is this the way,
this's supposed to be? ('Spossed to be now)

Foolish, foolish
Oh you're just a...
Foolish... girl

(instrumental)

(instrumantal)

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.

I swear but I know there ain't no reason
'Cause everything is such a bore
I had a dream, though made me sick
Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone elses dick
My friends all laughed, said it was my fault
Said this 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 liven upon the wall,

My little dog, ran away the other day

yea yea, yea yea, yea yea,yea yea.

I cant believe my little dog Lou Dog, ran away

yea yea, yea yea, yea yea, yea yea

He packed his bags, got into a hotair ballon

yea yea, yea yea, yea yea, yea yea

And then my little dog, Lou Dog,

Sailed off to the moon

yea yea, yea yea, yea yea, yea yea

[yells somthing twice!]

One two three four!

Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and

Shake your ass like your ready to sing

Well, something muy high

Something muy low
When me ready limo then they follow me home like a

Roots of creation

I am living in a boring nation

I pull up my hands and I look at my feet

The reggae music make me sound so sweet

Cause we play it morning evening and all of the day

All that I need
look at all the love we found, oh

I won't run and pull no one jack move
they love her for the Kingston sound, oh

Flava flav and I-C-E
once said somethin' that made me
want to burn my liquor store down to the ground

but I just can't leave the pad
cause I'll surely wind up dead
'cuz I know they're out there waitin'
and watchin' for me

still I got my yellow cat

Big Salty Tears
Is what I taste
As I drive
Past your house
Tonight
And all those break lights
That are in front of me
They make me
Want to get on tonight

["This is a Ziggens song by the way"]

I'm at the age where I realize
The liquor store won't bring you back
I must be gettin' old
I'm at the drive-thru
And I'm making my face
All fat fat fat fat fat
A Big Salty Tears

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 the alcohol I can't afford

With red lights flashin' time to retire

Oh tho we turned that liquor store into a structure fire

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

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"

Lying in my plastic bed,
thinking how things weren't so cool to me.
My baby likes to shoot pool,
I like lying naked in my bedroom,
tying off that dinosaur tonight,
it used to be so cool.
Now I got the needle and 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

Lying in my plastic bed,

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

Maybe 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 whore
If you come home with me
Turn off the lights and lock up the doors and start getting busy

On the freeway in the county, the sun don't shine
I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel a bati man
Outside my cell, deputies creep
and in this cell, all I do is sleep
and I dream that I'm free

and I'm back on the reef where I throw my net out into the sea
all the fine heinas come swimmin' to me
they hold me and they promise me things
and when the tides high I cry like a little baby

Headin out for Austin now we're half way out the road
buddy bye, buddy bye, buddy buy, buddy buy
steady starin out the window

feels good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it
back out on the road's where we like to be seated

half-pint style we got the B-boy style
half-pint style we got the b-boy style
put that shit together wanna create a style

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 misic y'all play?
The kind that..I dunno.
Ask and so you shall recieve.
Whoo!
Reggae!
Reggae? Oh, reggae!
I'm not too into reggae.
Why not?
Oh well...
I don't like it, that's why.

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 will be much easier to say
Upon the microphone like a boss DJ
But I won't walk up upon the sea like it was dry land
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

All that I need
look at all the love we found, oh

I won't run and pull no one jack move
they love her for the Kingston sound, oh

Flava flav and I-C-E
once said somethin' that made me
want to burn my liquor store down to the ground

but I just can't leave the pad
cause I'll surely wind up dead
'cuz I know they're out there waitin'
and watchin' for me

still I got my yellow cat

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. Supreem Court, you are not
the fucking Supreem Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten

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

Here's adventure, here's romance,
here's the famous Robbin Hood of the old west.

Cisco, the sheriff, he's getting closer!

This way Poncho, vominos. The Cisco Kid.

Way, way, way, we way back in the days the year, 1980.
had to get a job, had to make some money-ney

Lying in my plasic bed
thinkin 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've got the needle
and I can't shake but I can't breathe
Take it away and I want more and more
One day I'm gonna lose the war

Lying in my plasic bed
thinkin how things weren't so cool to me

Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,
that we've seen it all, the lies wont get you.
I've got fourteen miles to go,
I've got rythem common sense I've got the soul.
But I won't wanna come around our love. So why?
If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall.
I'm a find you.
And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.

Girls do go crazy

oh woman hold your man tight.

Every day I love him just a little bit more,
a little bit more, a little bit more
Everyday I love him just a little bit more
and he loves me the same

Every day I love her just a little bit more,
a little bit more, little bit more
Everyday I love her just a little bit more
and she loves me the same

Baby if you wanna get low

"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.

Wake up in tha mornin' and it's hard to live
hard to live yes it's hard to live
and it will be a long time before shit
starts to give, every single day
its getting harder to give
but i would be up for being down with a ho
lord knows that i got mic control
do you got mic control?
you notice your stylee is well original

This man, makin money,
how I know.
It wont be no man of me.

If you wanna live, treat me good.
If you wanna live, treat me good.
I'm like a Steppin' Razor to watch my sides,
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.
I'm like a Steppin' Razor to watch my sides,
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.

If you are a bully,
treat me good.
If you are a bully, a bully,
baby treat me good.
I'm like a Steppin' Razor to watch my sides,
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.

Lying in my plasic bed
thinkin 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've got the needle
and I can't shake but I can't breathe
Take it away and I want more and more
One day I'm gonna lose the war

Lying in my plasic bed
thinkin how things weren't so cool to me

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.