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Lyrics:Boss D.J.

2010-02-07T00:17:34Z

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There's a steel train comin' through
I would take it if I could
And I would not lie to you
Because Sunday morning soon will come
When things would be much easier to say
Upon the microphone like a boss DJ
But I won't walk upon the sea like it was dry land
The boss DJ he ain't nothin' but a man

No trouble no fuss
I know why
It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice
It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice

Rumors are spreadin' all over my town
But it's just stones and sticks
Cause on the microphone is where I go to get my fix
Just let the lovin' take ahold
Cause it will if you let it
I'm funky, not a junky
But I know where to get it

No trouble no fuss
I know why
It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice
It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice

Oo-we girl, oo-we girl, oo-wee girl, oo-we girl
And there really ain't no time to waste
Really ain't no time to hate
We got no time to waste, time to hate
Really ain't no time to make the time go away

So Mister DJ, don't stop the music
I wanna know
Are you feelin' the same way too?
I wanna rock with you girl, oo-girl, oo-girl, oo..
Don't stop (Cause..)

It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice
It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice

Nowadays, the songs on the radio all
All drive me crazy
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Lyrics:Freeway Time in L.A. County Jail

2010-02-06T23:39:58Z

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On the freeway in the county
The sun don't shine
I feel, I feel, I feel
I feel a Bati man
And 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 hinas come swimming to me
They hold me and they promise me things
And when the tides high I cry like a little baby
Don't give me no right kind a love no Sunday morning
Don't want no puppy loving
Hold me babe, a new stylee
Hungry babe, a new stylee
And a angry dog is a hungry dog
And a hungry dog is a angry dog
I feel like rocking
I wanna rock with you!

I'm alive gotta contact home
Gotta contact my baby girl
But I would never could get up
Why does it have to be so damn tough?
With mayates and the eses
Yes they're steady on the floor
I'll be damned if a man with a shank in his hand will make me feel
I feel a Bati man
And I know
That I'm there someday

I'm back on the reef
Where I throw my net Out into the sea
All the fine hinas come swimming to me
Hold me baby promise me
With no protection on my erection I won't get no VD
Don't give me no right kind a love no Sunday morning
Don't want no puppy loving
Go on!
Hold me babe, got a new stylee
And a angry dog's a hungry dog
He's a naked man is a naked man
And a wicked dog is a hungry dog
I feel like rocking
I wanna rock with you!
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Lyrics:All You Need

2010-02-06T23:36:25Z

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Headed out for Austin
Now we're half way down the road
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by!
Steady staring out the window
It feels good, it fells nice
It feels like you need it
And back out on the road is where we like to be seated
We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style
We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style
We got to put that shit together in a creative style
We put that shit together in a creative style

Outside on the pavement I won't feel afraid
There's a little piece of paper saying how we wont get paid
Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say
You dont got me cause, I got no one to blame

I can't make you overstand
Rising up in a hip-hop dance
Society's got to me
That's all you need!

Headed out to Houston
Now where halfway out the door
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by!
Staring out the window
It fells good, it feels nice
It feels like you need it
I know how females like to be treated
The lights in front of me and the stars up above
And on the interstate it's all about love, love, love
And If I never realize then that's how it has to be
And all DJs Daughters out to give me money

Back out on the freeway, I won't feel the same
Little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain
Back out on the highway, Phoenix looks the same
Don't ask me,cause I got no one to blame

I can't make you overstand
Rising up in a hip-hop dtance
Society's got to me
That's all you need! Yea

My way is lonely
But I won't see
Because no one can tell you
You've got to be afraid
We've got to get back on the highway
Livin' it all real
Oh for real
So high uh
Get it together
You know
You got it
Real
You want it real
You want it real
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Lyrics:Cisco Kid

2010-02-06T23:21:59Z

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Way way way back in the days the year
1980
Had to get a job
Had to make some money-ney
Picked up a pen and a pad
Dropped reality
Never thinking that I would
Live to see the day I rocked my own CD
We used to do the dance we called obie-obie
Now S.T.P. 1993
So Hollywood get out my way
My mom's word seems like yesterday
'Love Jesus, don't forget to pray'
She most have gone with the boss DJ
Right?

Next thing you know skinny coming with the 9mm
Cause he who has the money has the authority
And respect to the man with the uzi
The 808 kck is on my hitlist
And this beat's cooking like an Italian
It wasn't hard to do
It was so easy
Because to me loops come naturaly
Moms' words seems like yesterday...(cough)

Now in '94 we got an STP
A half pack of smokes
And oh yes, Aunt Bea
A fifteen pack of Old Milwalkee
A Dalmation and a girlfriend
But I ain't got no money-ne-ne
The 808 is within my reach
Sublime beats are comin' straight from Long Beach
If you think that Hollywood didn't get what he deserved
Call 808 kit to get served
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Lyrics:Cisco Kid

2010-02-06T23:13:47Z

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{{Lyrics Header|[[Sublime]]|[[1994]]}}<pre>
Way way way back in the days the year
1983
Had to get a job
Had to make some money-ney
Picked up a pen and a pad
Dropped reality
Never thinking that I would
Live to see the day I rocked my own CD
We used to do the dance we called worry worry
Now STP 1993
So Hollywood get out my way
My mom's word seems like yesterday
'Love Jesus, don't forget to pray'
She most have gone with the boss DJ
Right?

Next thing you know skinny coming with the 9mm
Cause he who has the money has the authority
And respect to the man with the uzi

The 808 kit is on my hitlist
And this beat's cooking like an Italian
It wasn't hard to do
It was so easy
Because to me loops come naturaly
Moms' words seems like yesterday...(cough)

Now in '94 we got an STP
A half pack of smokes
And oh yes, Aunt Bea
A fifteen pack of Old Milwalkee
A Dalmation and a girlfriend
But I ain't got no money-ne-ne
The 808 is within my reach
Sublime beats are comin' straight from Long Beach
If you think that Hollywood didn't get what he deserved
Call 808 kit to get served
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Sublime Self-Titled

2010-01-26T19:06:02Z

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[[Image:Sublime_ST_cover.jpg|thumb|Sublime Self-Titled Front Cover]]
[[Image:Sublime_ST_back_cover.jpg|thumb|Sublime Self-Titled Back Cover]]

== Album Specifics ==
Artist: [[Sublime]]<BR>
Released: [[1996]]<BR>
Tracks: 17<BR>
Label: MCA



== Album Information ==
Sublime is the self-titled hit album released by the eponymous band. The album was a major commercial success, going triple-platinum and etching [[Sublime]] into a permanent place among the patrons of mid-90s alternative rock. It spawned such hits as "[[What I Got]]", "[[Santeria]]" and "[[Wrong Way]]".

The musical styles throughout the album vary nearly as much as the subjects discussed, ranging from the mellow groove of "[[Doin' Time]]" and reggae beat of "[[Caress Me Down]]" to the pop-rock "[[What I Got]]" and the hard-punk sound of "[[Same in the End]]". The genre-crossing musical diversity expressed on the album is one of the more compelling reasons for the record's wide mainstream appeal.

The album marked the band's debut on a major label (MCA) after several releases on Skunk Records. Tragically, lead singer [[Bradley Nowell]] died two months before the release and success of the album.

The album ranked at #14 for Top 100 Albums of 1996 and #650 for overall by Rate Your Music.

==Track listing==

# [[Garden Grove]] – 4:21
# [[What I Got]] – 2:51
# [[Wrong Way]] – 2:16
# [[Same in the End]] – 2:37
# [[April 29, 1992]] (Miami) – 3:53
# [[Santeria]] – 3:03
# [[Seed]] – 2:10
# [[Jailhouse]] – 4:53
# [[Pawn Shop]] – 6:06
# [[Paddle Out]] – 1:15
# [[The Ballad of Johnny Butt]] – 2:11
# [[Burritos]] – 3:55
# [[Under My Voodoo]] – 3:26
# [[Get Ready]] – 4:52
# [[Caress Me Down]] – 3:32
# [[What I Got (reprise)]] – 3:02
# [[Doin' Time]] – 4:14

===Special 2 CD set===
Contains an extra CD, with:

# [[Doin' Time]] (eerie splendor remix)
# [[Date Rape]]
# [[All You Need]]
# [[Lincoln Highway Dub]]
# [[Rivers Of Babylon]]
# [[What I Got]] (demo)

== Trivia ==
Originally intended to be titled "Killin' It"
[[Category:Albums]]

Sublime Self-Titled

2010-01-26T19:04:19Z

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Lyrics:We're Only Gonna Die for Our Own Arrogance

2010-01-26T18:34:34Z

Skullsnaps:

{{Lyrics Header|[[Sublime]]|[[1992]]}}<pre>
early man walked away as modern man took control
their minds weren't all the same, to conquer was their goal
so he built his great empire and he slaughtered his own kind
he died a confused man killed himself with his own mind

early man walked away as modern man took control
their minds weren't all the same and to conquer was their goal
so he built his great empire and he slaughtered his own kind
he died a confused man and he killed himself with his own mind...
let's go!!

Punks are running wild in the streets
and nobody anywhere seems to know what to do and there's no end to it.
Its like everything everywhere is going crazy so we dont go out anymore
we sit in the house and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller
and all we say is please and please leave us alone in our living rooms
just leave us alone
Well im not going to leave you alone
There's gotta be somthing different

early man walked away as modern man took control
their minds weren't all the same and to conquer was their goal
so he built his great empire and he slaughtered his own kind
he died a confused man and he killed himself with his own mind...
let's go!!

we're only gonna die from our own arrogance
that's why we might as well take our time
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Lyrics:We're Only Gonna Die for Our Own Arrogance

2010-01-26T18:31:41Z

Skullsnaps:

Lyrics:We're Only Gonna Die for Our Own Arrogance

2010-01-26T18:30:09Z

Skullsnaps:

{{Lyrics Header|[[Sublime]]|[[1992]]}}<pre>
early man walked away as modern man took control
their minds weren't all the same, to conquer was their goal
so he built his great empire and he slaughtered his own kind
he died a confused man killed himself with his own mind

early man walked away as modern man took control
their minds weren't all the same and to conquer was their goal
so he built his great empire and he slaughtered his own kind
he died a confused man and he killed himself with his own mind...
let's go!!

"Punks are running wild in the streets and nobody anywhere seems to know what to do and there's no end to it. Its like everything everywhere is going crazy so we dont go out anymore, we sit in the house and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller and all we say is please and please leave us alone in our living rooms, just leave us alone. Well im not going to leave you alone." "There's gotta be somthing different"

early man walked away as modern man took control
their minds weren't all the same and to conquer was their goal
so he built his great empire and he slaughtered his own kind
he died a confused man and he killed himself with his own mind...
let's go!!

we're only gonna die from our own arrogance
that's why we might as well take our time
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Lyrics:Q-Ball

2010-01-26T06:53:08Z

Skullsnaps:

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[Q-Ball]
and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,
then I say what the fuck with you?
And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas.

[Too $hort]
comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'
muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad,
with the funky reggae style, check it out.
Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,
Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka.
Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut.
Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts.
Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,
he's up next, watch out I don't play.

[Q-Ball]
I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.
Because I clash, I gash.
The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck.
Nigga rains be supreme...
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Lyrics:STP

2010-01-26T06:49:45Z

Skullsnaps:

{{Lyrics Header|[[Sublime]]|[[1994]]}}<pre>
All that I need
Look at all the love we've found
I won't run and pull the one jack move
They love her for the Kingston sound

Flava-Flav and I-C-E
Once said somthing 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
Cause I know there out there out there waiting and watching for me
Still I got my yellow cat
And my wooden baseball bat
And my shiny silver gat and if my homie got my back then I got

All that I need
Look at all the love we've found
I won't run and pull the one jack move
They love her for the Kingston sound

I won't slip, and I won't trip
Send Matt Vargas to regrip
While I'm wrenchin' on my ride
In that secret pad where we hide
There's always lotsa fun stuff to do
Like relax and design a brand new tatoo
Play with my crossword puzzle book
I'm even learning how to cook (speed)

Have you seen that little whore betty?
Someone said she stole my freddy
And if she made off with my last clean rig
I'm gonna kill that fuckin' ditch pig
So what?
Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad
Cause I know your talkin' about me, makin' it hard to live
Cause I, don't want no money dick, don't want no money down
My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest spot in town I guess
Take it nice and easy
Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me
Cause..

All that I need
Look at all the love we've found
I won't run and pull the one jack move
They love her for the Kingston sound

Baby you wanna give me kisses sweet
Only for one night with no repeat
Baby you wanna leave and never go
But the taste of honey is worse than none at all

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