Sublime Album

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...)))

(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.
SongtexteThat 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]

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


SongtexteRock 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.

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,
Songtextejust 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.

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
Songtexte439-0116 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)

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]

Songtexte

(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]

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.
SongtexteI'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....

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.


Songtextea 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....

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.

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
Won't somebody get me off of this reef

Ain't got no quarrels with God Ain't got no time to grow old
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef

drunk driving is what i like to do i like drunk driving with you

(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
SongtexteGetting 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.

(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 Aneheim, all the windows are
busted out, and it's like a free-for-all in here and uh the owner should
be able 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 paticipating in some anarchy
First spot we hit it was the liqour 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?
(Cuz' as long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal)
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
A girl went in a store with her mother and kids
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 bout this fucked-up situations and these fucked-up police
It's about comin' up and stayin' on top
And screamin' 187 on a mother fuckin' cop
It's aint on the paper, it's on the wall
National guard
Smoke from all around

(Any unit, any unit...)
(Homicide, never doing no time)

Give me my share, my share.
Gimme my share, I want it.
Gimme my share, I need it now, I need it now.
But there is a wicked one, who dosent wanna see me go.
Just gimme my share, I want it. Gimme my share.
But you don't wanna 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)

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
SongtexteYour 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

Legalize it, don't criticize it.
Legalize it, and I will advertise it.

hahaha here it goes

good evening ladies and gentelmen
welcome to tonites presentation
its brought to you by us and its non fiction

everybody saw the last movie we made and
this one is called what's really goin wrong
what is really, what is really goin wrong
what is really, what is really goin wrong

saw back in the place livin up to this creation
in 1996 we'll make your body suffication
this is ok ive been meaning to show to you
its time we made it true but we'll
leave it through and through

what is really, what is really goin wrong
what is really, what is really goin wrong

go go go

what is really, what is really goin wrong
what's really goin wrong

what is really, what is really goin wrong
what is really, what is really,what is really goin wrong

yeah what is really, what is really goin wrong
what is really, what is really goin wrong

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 gunna 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
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 gunna run to the party and dance till the rhythm it
gets
harder
When the music hits you shall feel no pain
Take a spliff of sensemillia 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 gunna be doin for a wife
I said I'm gunna play with myself
Show them now we've come off the shelf
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 gunna 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, ornry scandalous and evil most definitely
The tension is growing hotter I'd like to hold her head underwater
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 everybody run to the party and dance till the rhythm it gets
harder
This is Sublime
Hey
This is Sublime
I'm a lion

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, eighty-nine. 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......