Do you believe I would take such a thing with me
and give it to a police man?
I wouldn’t do that I wouldn’t do that.
If I did that would you say “Sir come down and put the charge on me”?
I wouldn’t do that no I wouldn’t do that.
I’m not a fool to hurt myself but I would listen to what they done to me
they were wrong they were wrong.
Give it to me one time Give it to me two times.. Give it to me, three times… Give it to me: four times…

Oh 5446 what’s my number? what’s my number now?
Right now somebody else has that number.
One more time 5447 what’s my number? what’s my number now? Right now somebody else has that number.

(babble)

Give it to me, one time, Give it to me, two times.. Give it to me, three times… Give it to me: four times…

People listen up don’t stand too near
I got something that you all should hear.
All lies, all the lies she told to me
form a little part of history.
I was always taught that boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later, the sweet baby’s on the way.
Kiss ’em on the check and life’s ok.
I don’t feel, no pain. I don’t have, no time
to listen to conflicting points of view.
It’s a crazy world to live alone,
a ball and chain I call my own

People listen up don’t stand too close
I got something that you all should know
Holy Matrimony is not for me.
Rather die alone in misery.
Because I was always taught that boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later, the sweet baby’s on the way.
Isn’t that what they used to say?
With a girl that you knew,
and the bonds that we grew.
Turned into a ball and chain.
I step into the great unknown,
a ball and chain I call my own.

Crazy world to live alone

With a girl that you knew,
and the bonds that we grew,
turned into a ball and chain.
I step into the great unknown,
with a ball and chain I call my own.
Because marriage doesn’t work in the world today
It’s an institution that is in decay.
And if I have love I wish to portray,
I will surely find another way.

Because I was always taught boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later the sweet baby’s on the way,
Kiss ’em on the check and life’s ok.
I don’t feel no pain, I don’t have no time
to listen to conflicting points of view
I step into the great unknown,
with a ball and chain I call my own

You’ve got your hair permed
You’ve got your red dress on
Screamin that second gear was such a turn on
And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning’s here
And you’ll be gone before too long
Who taught you those new tricks?
Damn I shouldn’t start that talk
but life is one big question when your starin at the clock
And the answers always waiting at the liquor store 40oz. to Freedom
so I take that walk.

And I know that ohhhh…I’m not goin back
Oh not going back
God knows not going back
Oh not goin

(babble)

And you look so fine when you lie it just don’t show,
But I know which way the wind blows
A 40oz. to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,
even though I feel bad

And I know that ohhhh…I’m not goin back
Oh I’m not going back
Oh God knows I’m not going back
Oh not goin

Whoa I’m not goin back
Oh not goin back
Whoa God knows I’m not goin back

(There’s like a whole one left in the freezer)

Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky
They give it up but they never ask why
Daddy was a rolling rolling 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 and in my brain
I roll it over like a steamin’ freight train
It ain’t hard to ascertain
You only see what you want to believe
When you light in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
That don’t mean I can’t hang
But the day that I die will be the day I shut my mouth
And put down my guitar
Sunday morning hold church down at the bar
Get down on my knees and start to pray
Pray my itchy rash will go away
Back up y’all it ain’t me
Kentucky Fried Chicken is all that I see
It’s a hellified way to start your day
If I make you cry all night
Me and daddy are gonna have a fist fight
It ain’t personal it ain’t me
I only hear what you told me to be
I’m a backward ass hillbilly
I’m dick butkiss
You know I lie
I get me an I’m a thief in the dark
I’m a rain machine I’m a triple rectified ass s.o.b
Rec-tite(tm) on my ass
And it makes me itch
I can see for miles and miles and miles
My broken heart makes me smile
In my mind in my brain I go back and go completely insane
It ain’t personal
It ain’t me
If I make you cry I might be your daddy at the end of the night
Take a loadfrom my big gun
You only see what you want to believe
When you creep from the back
You got tricks up my sleeve
24/7 the devils my best friend
Makes no difference it’s all the same in the end

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 ’bout the spots that 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 like
a machine outside
stockton gets hot like a glove swift St. John st into
Mitchell’s cove big
steamer lane makes you wish you were a trout when
it’s mackin’ so hard
only two dudes paddle out
a huge summertime south swell hit when I’m in
my hometown in a surfside bowl is
where I can be found or up and down
the coast checkin’ the spots that I love the most

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 resistance

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.

a 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 up on 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 alright, gonna push him around
but I can’t be taken for no clown.

Because,
when I am on the ground I Cry!

wowowowowowo.. Don’t Stop

oh, cool and eazy
oh no
cool and easy
to the sweet reggae music
oh no
feels alright to sweet reggae music
feels alright
sweet reggae music….

We took this trip to garden grove
It smelt like lou dog in the van
This ain’t no reggae party $5 at the door
Get so real sometimes who wrote my rhymes
I got the microwave got the vcr I got the duece duece
in the trunk of my car
If you only knew that all the love that I found
It’s hard to keep my soul on the ground
You’re a fool don’t you fuck around with my dog
All I can see I steal as I fill up my garage
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 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 tweeker pad
Getting yelled at by my dad
Saying I’m happy when I’m not
Finding roaches in the pot
All these things I do
They’re waiting para tu.

All of the d.j.s surely have taken lessons
Start talkin trash and I’ll come with my smith & wesson
A little competition comes my way but it always winds up the same
“the stone that the builder refuse shall be the head cornerstone”
Ain’t nothin wrong ain’t nothing right
And still I set and lie awake all night
All of the d.j.s surely have taken lessons
Try talkin trash and I’ll come with my smith & wesson

Enough d.j.s come with enough stylie
but when I bust my lyrics we all know it’s wicked-wily.
Ain’t nothin wrong, ain’t nothing right
But still I sit and lie awake all night

You better be strapped with the gat
If you wanna walk with me, bound to come down
With the new stylie, rockin rubadub know as reggae music
Gotta come down with some new lyrics
Cause it just ain’t nothing, oh I said it’s been a real long time

Ain’t nothin wrong, ain’t nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Rubadub blender a new mixer
I am the one with d.j. with enough flavor
Hear my dub… lord have his grilled cheese.
I ain’t jamaican, but I ain’t no freak
Caught the man eno with the one pound bag o’ tweak
And called him ghost rider every time you see him he fulfill the danger

Ain’t nothin wrong, ain’t nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Dred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
We will survive in this world of competition
To make sure we have our ammunition…BO BO BO BO…GO GO GO GO…

I won’t wait so long
I said I won’t wait so long
For you
Stop your messin around,
Better think of your future
Time to straighten right out
or you’ll wind up in jail
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