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Freeway Time in L.A. County Jail |
By: Sublime |
Copyright: 1994 |
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 shake 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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