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

Early in the mornin' rising to the street
light me up that cigarette and I'll strap shoes on my feet
got to find the reason, reason things went wrong
got to find the reason why my money's all gone
I got a dalmation, I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fuckin' riot
well, life is too short so love the one you got
'cuz you might get run over or ya might get shot

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 get
laid for your family gets paid it's
the wrong way.

i gave her all that i had to give,
i'm gonna make it hard to live. salty tears
running down her chin and it ruins
up her make up i never wanted,

a cigarette, pressed between her lips

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

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 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,

I don't practice Santeria,
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well I had a million dollars but I'd,
I'd spent it all
If I could find that Heina
And that Sancho that she's found
well I'd pop a cap in Sancho and I'd slap her down
What I really wanna know, my baby
what I really wanna say, I can't define
Well it's love that I neeeeeed, oh, oh
My soul will have to wait 'til I get back

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

Jailhouse gets empty
Rudy gets plenty
Baton stick gets shorter
Rudy gets taller
Can't fight against the youth
Cause we're strong
Them are rude rude people
Can't fight against the youth
Cause we're strong
Them are rude rude people
When I was a youth in 1983
Was the best day of my life
Had the 89 vision
We didn't fuss and no fight When all their little duaghters wanna be my wife

Down there at the pawn shop
It's a nifty place to shop
What has been sold is not strickly made of stone
Please remeber its flesh and bone

I never thought that when I grew up I would be in a band
And travel all the best spots in the land
I'm not here to brag or boast
I'm here to tell you about the spots 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 i

Johnny Butt was a man with a real strong will to survive
he'd just keep pushin' on even though he was barley alive
so shoot it up shoot it up it just don't matter
Johnny says he wants to go do says he wants to kill a cop
we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got ta over come
we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got ta over come

I don't wanna go and party
I don't wanna shoot the pier
I don't wanna take the doggie 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 hose dogshit down
Cause i aint even gonna get out of bed
Keep on skankin' ronnie skank the night away
But the time has come for us all to pay
I don't wanna watch no porno

be in the game
is a monster rally
you can hide your love, its true
its the freedom game
you can see it eveyday
but your freedom ain't free

come on down,
i know how
im gonna make you come through
dont you know it aint no do-before
so don't take more than you need
its something that i'll do later
now its over
its under my voodoo, etc.

pray that i leave you high and dry

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

mucho gusto me llamo bradley i'm hornier than ron jeremy (pleased to meet you, my name is bradley)
and if you wanna get popped in your knee
just wipe that look off your bati face
you hate me cause i got what you need
a pretty little daughter that we call mixie
if you wanna get beat physically
it will be over in a minute
so she told me to come over and i took that trip

Early in the mornin' rising to the street
light me up that cigarette and I'll strap shoes on my feet
got to find the reason, reason things went wrong
got to find the reason why my money's all gone
I got a dalmation, I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fuckin' riot
well, life is too short so love the one you got
'cuz you might get run over or ya might get shot

Chorus:
Summer time and the livings easy
Bradley's on the microphone with ras M.G
All the people in the dance will agree that
We're well qualified to represent the LBC
we, 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 shit
All locked down like a penitentiary

(po-po)I-I don't know if you can, but can you get an owner
for 'ons'? Thats, o-n-s Junior Market.
The address is 1934 East Aniheim all the windows are busted
out and it's like a free-for-all, and, ah
the owner should meet and come down here and see if he
can secure his business, if he wants to...
everybody

wooo April 26, 1992
there was a riot on the streets tell me where were you?

Early in the mornin'
Risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette and I'll strap shoes on my feet
Got to find the reason, the reason things went wrong
Got to find the reason why my money's all gone
I got a dalmation, I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a motherfuckin' riot

Well life is too short so love the one you got
Cuz you might get run over and you might get shot

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 what you need
a pretty little daughter that we call mixie
if you wanna get beat physically
it will be over in a minute
so she told me to come over and i took that trip
and then she took out my mushroom tip

Wake up in the morning 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,
and every single day it's getting harder to give,
but God would be up for being down with a ho.
Lord knows that I got fuckin' mic control.
Do you got the mic control?
You notice your style is well original.

This man, makin money,
how I know.

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.

Ok clappers noise!!

(cheers and clapping)

By the rivers of Babylon
Where he sat down

And there he wept,

When he remebered Zion

Oh, from the wicked

Carry us away, captivity

Required from us a song (yeah)

How can we sing King Alpha's song in a strange land

So let the words of our mouth

And the meditation of our hearts

Be acceptable in thy sight

Over I.

be in the game
is a monster rally
you can hide your love, its true
its the freedom game
you can see it eveyday
but your freedom ain't free

come on down,
i know how
im gonna make you come through
dont you know it aint no do-before
so don't take more than you need
its something that i'll do later
now its over
its under my voodoo, etc.

pray that i leave you high and dry

Johnny Butt was a man with a real strong will to survive
he'd just keep pushin' on even though he was barley alive
so shoot it up shoot it up it just don't matter
Johnny says he wants to go do says he wants to kill a cop
we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got ta over come
we've got a brand new dance it's called we've got ta over come

summertime and the livin's easy
and bradley's on the microphone w/ ras m.g.
all the people in teh dance will agree
that we are well qualified to represent the lb g
me and louie run to the party
dance to the riddim it gets harder
me and my girl got this relationship
i love her so bad but she treats me like...
on lock down like a penetentiary she

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

mucho gusto me llamo bradley i'm hornier than ron jeremy (pleased to meet you, my name is bradley)
and if you wanna get popped in your knee
just wipe that look off your bati face
you hate me cause i got what you need
a pretty little daughter that we call mixie
if you wanna get beat physically
it will be over in a minute
so she told me to come over and i took that trip

I don't wanna go and party
I don't wanna shoot the pier
I don't wanna take the doggie 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 hose dogshit down
Cause i aint even gonna get out of bed
Keep on skankin' ronnie skank the night away
But the time has come for us all to pay
I don't wanna watch no porno

I never thought that when I grew up I would be in a band
And travel all the best spots in the land
I'm not here to brag or boast
I'm here to tell you about the spots 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 i

Down there at the pawn shop
It's a nifty place to shop
What has been sold is not strickly made of stone
Please remeber its flesh and bone

Jailhouse gets empty
Rudy gets plenty
Baton stick gets shorter
Rudy gets taller
Can't fight against the youth
Cause we're strong
Them are rude rude people
Can't fight against the youth
Cause we're strong
Them are rude rude people
When I was a youth in 1983
Was the best day of my life
Had the 89 vision
We didn't fuss and no fight When all their little duaghters wanna be my wife

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

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

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 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,

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

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

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
Life is (too short), so love the one you got
Cause you might get runover or you might get shot

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

**No, this isn't on this CD. But, out of my tired of being asked
if I know the translation for the song I posted it with the translations.**

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,