Stand By Your Van lyrics

Mucho gusto me llamo 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 whatcha need
A pretty little daughter that we call Mixie
And if you wanna get beat physically
It will be over in a minute if ya

So she told me to come over and I took that trip
And then she pulled out my mushroom tip

Stolen from an africa land
Chased out with a knife
With a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bike
Oh well the bars are always open and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken the music goes all night

And it goes...
If i was Bob Marley I said could you be loved
If I was half pint I'd ball the lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight

In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak
Elijah Muhammed or the welfare state
But I know
And I know because of KRS-One
Yeah and I know
And I know because of KRS-One
Because he's droppin droppin droppin science droppin history
With a whole heap of style and intelligency
Yes, I know
And I know because of KRS-One
Yeah, and I know
I know because of KRS-One

On the East side,
That's where I met my Ramona,
"I wanna go to a party,"
That's what she said,
"Lonely, that's what i've been,
Here's my telephone number call me"

And to a party, a house party,
Whole loop a 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"
bo bo
Ramona please step back

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

You can hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin on my nutz, haha

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 JVC, No JFA

Cooly was sportin' black tennis shoes
Dealing, he was looking for something to use

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.

All of the DJs surely have taken a lesson
Start talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson

A little competition comes my way
Badaba
And it always winds up the same
But the stone that the builder refused
Shall be the head cornerstone
Oh, but there ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh

All of the DJs surely have taken a lesson

(party in the background)
How's it goin dude?
Hey man, what's up?
Tell Todd he can turn the radio back on.

When you grab ahold of me
You tell me that I'll never be set free
But I'm a parasite
Creep and crawl I step into the night

Two pints of booze
Tell me are you a badfish too
(Are you a badfish too)
Ain't got no money to spend
I hope the night would never end

Lord knows I'm weak

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

Let me tell you about a girl I know,
had a drink about an hour ago
sittin in a corner by herself,
in a bar in downtown hell.

She heard a noise and she looked to the door
and saw a man she 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.

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.

I swear sometimes your taking me for granted
I swear sometimes that 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
Suckin' someone elses 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

I got so much trouble on my mind,
That It feels just like I'm always sleeping with the enemy
But I know the real world always gets the last word in
And that's why you gotta kick reality.
So don't tease me and try to say that 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 so much more

Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone
Your girlfriend said so, but I don't really know
That don't mean, we fucked around
That night last week when you left town

Was tweakin' by myself one night
That's when I wrote this tune
Didn't have no need for that bed in my hotel room
A Uh huh, sometimes right now
Since I've left the pen
Feels like I'm right back there again