We took this trip to Garden Grove
it smelt like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
this ain't no funky reggae party five dollars at the door
it gets so real sometimes
who wrote my rhyme?
I've got the microwave, got the VCR.
I got the deuce-deuce
in the trunk of my car, oh yeah
if you only knew all the love that I found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground

Sublime
40 Oz. to Freedom (1992)
Don't Push

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

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

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

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.

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

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